Marty Weil : Writing

Dicken's Nurse

Dicken's Nurse

A Poem by Marty Weil


Insane old nurse, grotesque and drunken, adhering closely to unhealthy..
Valkyrie

Valkyrie

A Poem by Marty Weil


Goddess of fallen warriors hovering over this battlefield conduct me to Valhalla. ..
What is real?

What is real?

A Poem by Marty Weil


A sublime portion of nature,not yet reified, put on a shelf, as though it were a thing. It’s a philosophic question: Does the world itself c..
Burial Place

Burial Place

A Poem by Marty Weil


Hidden in a corner lying in one place nooked into some little elder tree, growing by the wicket, at the edge of the garden. In glade and valley a..
Memorial

Memorial

A Poem by Marty Weil


Away on a mission away at a distance ablegated and banished. Hellish dog, depart, to some vast and horrid desert. Ligated as a thief: all foreig..
The Song of the Nibelungen

The Song of the Nibelungen

A Poem by Marty Weil


A subterranean people: Nibelungs barbed like black pineforest, guardians of gold and treasures, from the mines of Nibelung-land, sought and eventu..
Joyful Summer

Joyful Summer

A Poem by Marty Weil


Plunge into the cold, cold water, fall heavily. Splash among the purple-wing’d King-fisher. Plumped over head and ears into the water. Plump..
Grimalkin

Grimalkin

A Poem by Marty Weil


That fiend, Grimalkin. An old she-cat, contemptuous. That needful, vermin-coursing cat, outshining all cats. Bukowski’s feline, with deep ..
The Poseur

The Poseur

A Poem by Marty Weil


There is a tribe called the Pseudo. Professor Freud for the title. Craze-mongers who pick up and drop cinéma-vérité. Creators ..