In the Widdle Wat of Time
poems and very short stories by Michael Lederer
Published in March 2016
Book
Hardback
150 pages
978-3-941524-70-5 (ISBN)
Description
"In The Widdle Wat of Time" is a collection of poems and very short stories by Michael Lederer. Poems include sonnets, haiku, erotic and prose poetry, lyrics, children's poetry.the common theme being that a poet like all people has many sides. Mature, child-like, hopeful, cynical, sincere, ironic, political, up-to-his-ears and over-his-head in politics, groping for answers amid the questions. Die Welt has called Lederer "a true archeologist among the great American writers."
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Author
Michael Lederer was born in 1956 in Princeton, New Jersey. He grew up in New Haven,
New York City, Vienna, and Palo Alto, California. He now lives in Berlin. PalmArtPress
has published his short story collection "The Great Game", his novella "Nothing Lasts Forever" Anymore, and his novel Cadaqués. He has just finished writing another novel, Don Quixote Saving America. The U.S. Embassy in Berlin chose Cadaqués for their American Literature Series 2014. Die Welt has called Lederer, "Among the great American writers."
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Content
From "In The Widdle Wat Of Time":
Far from the F-22s being deployed now to Europe
Far from the prison cell where the one who spoke is silenced
Far from the bombs and bullets
Far from the bodies being washed upon the shore
Far from the old who have seen it all before
Far from the young who will never grow old
Far from those who profit by it
Far from all of that
I watch my apples grow
Some mornings I can even smell them from the window
******
I tried not to fall
But there was nothing to hold onto
But the falling
******
Roses are blue, violets are red
LSD taught me it's all in my head
*****
God bless America...and everywhere else
*****
Shooting stars and fireflies darting through the air
The earthworms must be wondering what's going on up there
While from the sky the earth below might look to some as flat
Though worms and ants and rabbits know it's anything but that
*****
The world is yours now, do with it as you will
Until that night when all again is still
Far from the F-22s being deployed now to Europe
Far from the prison cell where the one who spoke is silenced
Far from the bombs and bullets
Far from the bodies being washed upon the shore
Far from the old who have seen it all before
Far from the young who will never grow old
Far from those who profit by it
Far from all of that
I watch my apples grow
Some mornings I can even smell them from the window
******
I tried not to fall
But there was nothing to hold onto
But the falling
******
Roses are blue, violets are red
LSD taught me it's all in my head
*****
God bless America...and everywhere else
*****
Shooting stars and fireflies darting through the air
The earthworms must be wondering what's going on up there
While from the sky the earth below might look to some as flat
Though worms and ants and rabbits know it's anything but that
*****
The world is yours now, do with it as you will
Until that night when all again is still