Monday, May 29, 2017

Thomas R. Thomas

If you are at all familiar with the Southern California poetry scene then you probably know Thomas R. Thomas, Tom. A tall, usually bearded guy, often found under a hat who makes an extra effort to attend readings in support of other writers and who has established himself as a distinct figure as both a poet and a publisher. Tom was one of the first people I met when I started becoming involved in poetry, he was around at readings, as a participant and as part of the audience, always encouraging the readers. His own poetry is sharp, beautiful and sometimes brutal, brief but always robust. Tom economizes when he writes, exploring the tanka and haiku forms, in a few lines he can quickly deliver emotional blows and narrate vivid passages. A native of Southern California’s San Gabriel Valley, his work often evokes the area’s unique character. It is after one of the geographical features of this area that he names his publishing venture, Arroyo Seco Press. Focusing on chapbooks by previously unpublished and upcoming authors Tom has given several poets the opportunity to present their work in print to a wider audience, I am proud to say my own chapbook Seaglass is an Arroyo Seco title. His own work has appeared in various publications, his books include Scorpio published by Carnival, Five Lines published by World Parade Books and Climbing Eternity by Weekly Weird Monthly. Arroyo Seco Press' newest book Seven Countries is available now and can be purchased from Amazon. You can read some of his work below.

Tom is a frank, sincere guy who seems to be always cheerful and always willing to offer a helping hand. I'm honored to call him a friend and to have him as the second feature for the month of May.






sweeping

you’re not just
pushing the dirt
you’re cleaning

one two three four
step right
one two three four step

at the back
of your head
plays take five

in slow tempo
as you dance
with the broom

one two three four step
she lays light
in your hands

one two three four
step right
one two three four step


Untitled Short Poems

-quiet moment
spare in the breeze
one in the earth


-the ground 
shakes the
quaking grass

a giant
shadow 
covers him

he cowers


-she lay quivering
in the grass

this smile
careens across
her lips

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