Stephen Jude Dueweke
@stephenjude
“I have nothing to say…and I’m saying it!” John Cage Author of Playing Soldiers In The Dark Old Boy, like Basho, just Queer. Maker of boys. Too literary for anyone’s own good. I am the novelist your mother warned you about.
All That’s Left [of] A Band Of Gold…that once did bind our Social Contract
“Put out your cigarette, my love You've been alone too long And some of us are so very hungry now To hear what it is you've done that was so wrong…?” —Leonard Cohen, A Bunch of Lonesome Heroes
“The Rrose lies down for every one Among the Lilies of Oblivion.” —Saint John of the Cross “transemancipated” (Quince) by Jim Brandekker
The Timon of Athens epigram says all one needs to know about our contemporary anti-Democracy…
Me against the dark tree in the mist, in Quince’s N.A.S.A. hoodie, rehearsing for an aborted nude
Three (Count em!) three freshly baked loaves of my Ma’s OverNite White…
4 Quinces, by my beloved Juana Moore, Above the Manuscript Hoard
Ice and the Black River, Port Huron, Michigan, 17 December 2025
Old boy, scarred-n-battered…just still wearing boy’s size 14-16ers. Must be doing something right (or terribly wrong)! Tennyrate, to use Ezra Pound’s spelling as reported to me (live) by Guy Davenport, the writing’s going well…
My beloved Tristan…in my witchy hat (also in my late Uncle Jack’s vintage 1970s shirt)
“Now is the time to refresh the downcast through the invigorating breeze of love…” —Baha’u’llah, Founder of the Baha’i Faith
The bridge—if not the jig—is up! The Black River, Port Huron, Michigan,
“Yeah? But I make a mean soda! Two scoops of ice cream. Plenty of fizz!” —Jim Brandekker, An Album of Green Leaves, probably talking about something else…