Bone Dancers Drink is the first and last line in Jeffrey Grassley’s poem Seen from the Current Issue of The Idiom Magazine
the rest of the piece has just as many great one liners and images throughout and reads really well out loud. It’s a great homage to Bukowski and his attitude that writers shouldn’t try to write like him is something I wish more writers would learn. “And too often we multiply ourselves / by our tragedies” is a great statement and a thought I’ve been contemplating about myself and the people around me….
Being Able to Touch is a tighter poem but flows just as easily as the last one.
of cadence, an education
in bad prophecy– project
and convince them, that yes,
i speak of, electricity
static-cling shockwaves on skin
beneath warming sheets
and little space– ghost stories,
we told too many war stories,”
His internal rhymes are magnificent without being obvious or sing-songy. Again his images surprise me as I approach each line and although I can’t make an immediate connection to them by the end of the poem I am satisfied.
Here’s his bio that he sent me and you should check out his chapbook if ya like his stuff:
-Jeffrey Graessley lives in La Puente, CA. His poems can be found in the upcoming volumes of Emerge Literary Journal and RCC MUSE Magazine. His first chapbook, Her Blue Dress is due out sometime in September (Silver Birch Press, 2013). His recent discovery of the BEAT generation has prompted loving and longing thoughts for that simple, drunken, far-gone time in American history.