Blog Posts - Wounded Man



the other son

every christmas my dad travels halfway across the united states from the burned-out little mill town on the hudson where we all grew up to visit the two sons he likes in austin texas. my dad has three sons in … Continue reading →...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Dec 21, 2012

A male survivor’s perspective on “rape culture”

An article titled “Rape Culture: What It Is and How It Works” posted on the Good Men Project website earlier this week prompted me to leave the following comment: The “rape culture” terminology, as I’ve typically seen it applied, br...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Dec 20, 2012

virus

a liquid black cloud spreads its fingers across the family sky like ink from a squid filling an aquarium tank blotting out the sun turning everyone and everything the color of a funeral shadow blue. a virus infects the family … Continue reading...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Nov 24, 2012

in ptsd

my homeless child is in a panic my scapegoat waif is running wild the birds are falling out of my sky I wait to be judged by the queen of the slums. (PDF version)...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Nov 14, 2012

Poetry on video: Seven poems from Iron Man Family Outing

I’ve created a playlist on my YouTube channel (rickbeldenpoet) for the video readings I made a while back of poems from my first book, Iron Man Family Outing: Poems about Transition into a More Conscious Manhood. The seven poems included …...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Nov 11, 2012

loveless

sometimes when I stop and think about it I can hardly believe that no one loves me not one woman in all the world. sixteen years in loveless wilderness waiting not waiting trying not trying hoping not hoping coping not … Continue reading →...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Nov 10, 2012

hooked

naked young women with fishing poles dance inside my eyes their hooks waiting restlessly within my chest memories of hot female sway I tug at their lines they reel me in. (PDF version)...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Nov 4, 2012

love’s closed door

well she's gone alright two weeks gone + now initial euphoria of it's about time + thank god that's over slowly gives way to really alone again + what now + why. it's not a vacation she's not coming back … Continue reading →...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Nov 1, 2012

romance death rattle

wild animal lies injured in the street saturday night cars zoom past uncaring barely missing breath comes in halting irregular painful spasms struggle to live. man stops pokes the animal with a hammer handle + says it's dead it just … Continue...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Oct 31, 2012

Angry like Dad

When I was a child, one of the inviolable rules of the household, as articulated over and over again to my younger brother and me by my mother, was this: “Do not, under any circumstances, talk to your father when … Continue reading →...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Oct 23, 2012

a good worker

another man in a box another empty boat oars up all alone in the middle of a bone-dry lakebed. walking endless circles in false personality wonderland so used to saying I'm okay when I'm not that I don't even know … Continue reading →...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Oct 22, 2012

x-ray barbeque

I rip my chest open I find blood maggots bricks dirt manure garbage two-by-four's nails rusty nails a claw hammer a bombed-out city a backed-up toilet a keg of fishhooks. I rip my chest open I find snakes frogs lizards … Continue reading →...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Oct 13, 2012

just for today

I feel weak today I feel tired. I need more than I've been getting but I'm still afraid to try to get it. afraid of other people afraid of myself afraid they'll screw it up afraid I'll screw it up … Continue reading →...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Oct 10, 2012

thrashing

I'm so busy I'm so busy I'm so busy wanting something to happen. I can't be here I can't calm down I can't come down I can't be here. I'm somewhere else I'm nowhere else I'm nowhere. I'm a muscle … Continue reading →...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Oct 7, 2012

elephant dream

I have in my care three elephants two males one female they are very sick from too much time in the heat of the sun they've come to a place of shade and safety now but they're dying the female … Continue reading →...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Oct 5, 2012

the day my father died

the day my father died I was living in rome doing as the romans do. the day my father died I was eating carbon sleeping on a rock and mumbling to myself about the old days. the day my father … Continue reading →...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Oct 1, 2012

life decisions at sixteen

I want to be left alone I want to be anonymous I’m tired of standing out. I don’t want to be in the spotlight anymore I don’t want to be recognized I don’t want to be seen. I don’t want … Continue reading →...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Aug 27, 2012

seeking omega

maybe I disappear maybe I go away maybe I’m not here now maybe I was never here. whispers of light intimations of progress a new bone to chew on every so often. false paths of people isolation rhythm wish ‘em well and let ‘em go. ch...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Aug 25, 2012

Peter de Kock – Honesty is the new gold

I was very pleased last week to receive an email from Peter de Kock of the Netherlands telling me that he’d just published a post on his blog in which he mentioned me and my work. Peter and I became acquainted on Twitter doing the course of wha...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Aug 21, 2012

Miles Groth – “The Boy Is Father to the Man”

“A boy learns he is lovable from his mother, but he learns how to love in the relationship with his father.” ~ Miles Groth In the excellent video presentation that follows, Dr. Miles Groth, editor of New Male Studies: An International Jou...
by poetry, dreams, and the body on Aug 12, 2012


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