Long Scrimshaw Poems

The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein 
are entirely unsolicited, uncompensated and unexpurgated, 
representing the...

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An Arctic fox casts a shadowed glance
Sideways on the frozen glassy lake, slipping 
Pigeon like, gingerly, through fractured light
Images of a swollen moon swallows up the night

Wanderlust for blood will keep him tracking
Hunger pain is...

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Chained to these walls of despair
I was condemned by a Judas race.
Assassins’ wait on every corner
hiding in the lights of man
looking for my face.

To be last of your species is a lonely place
in loneliness everyone’s...

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Ahab needed shore leave, 
And obsessed so on his dream,
Harpooning some sweet harlot 
Had become his major theme.
He was just a novice mariner, 
His first time far from home.
He’d made his maiden voyage 
With his...

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Torrid sunshine blisters reign on pavement,
that colour coded coffee stain slipway,
bearer of insole-laden footwear,
open source channel for glib hot air calculus  from starchy social climber, stock market drivel flies off tongue,
strolling human morph blasé...

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I starts me life as pirate, 
A grommet before age twelve,
Not an ordinary bandit,
High sea adventures me delve.

With a Letter of Marque in me han’
And the Commodore for me pa!
I spends dogwatch near the helmsman,
Nerey...

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Medicine Hat Appaloosa
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Remember free will too has been gifted,
with freedom allied to fate's fickle choice.
Tendered words uttered still..now uplifted, 
God provides each one a life and a voice.

Ere life ebbs and scrimshaw scrolled hands beckon,...

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I find that modern concentration camps
are now hygienically focused,
fully concentrated upon themselves.

There, every glass wall is a two-way mirror
for the neatly dressed minds of swamp dwellers,
thay who slave away
weaving truth and lies together.

Nevertheless, germaphobia feels...

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The mellow chords of a cello draw tears
as its bow vibrates a combo of strings.
For when that sound found its way to my ears,
it tore my heart apart and clipped my wings.

The violin, akin to...

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In flood the creek is still a walk over.
    A limp washing of the land,
a hesitant flow, never meant to be a tributary,
    or delta of anything at all.

The...

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A crescent of geese sickles toward the forest.
No one will notice the hallelujah chorus
Singing claret and briar at evening's crest,
Changing to cherry wood in the West.

It is dark molasses time, the seasons run.
Air like frosted...

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When he talks
his tongue articulates
with his every joint
words grate upon his mind.
When he speaks
the house creaks.

He reclines
in a slow simmer of embers.
Fog rises where his thoughts
sleepwalk.

The sleepless scrimshaw their identity
on drifting thought-bones
least they forget to...

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