Dennis W. McCurdy
Buk
I could read Bukowski all night long
Foul mouthed, beer & cigarette breath
Thick as dragon's fire
I walk with him down the garbage strewn alleys
Look out through his never-cleaned windows
Rise up from his stained sheets
To view the damaged world he loves
Nasty man, mean spirit, user of women
Harsh, hard, scar-pocked face
The battlefield of his campaign
That brought him to this precise moment in time
Where our words merge
And I see his world
Through those age-fogged, bitter, eyes
Filled with his demons
Bio
What you have here is old guy and a romantic occasionally infected by moments of pure curmudgeonly stubbornness. He writes, he submits, and he figures one of these times someone will connect with the spirit in him that keeps pouring this stuff out. Dennis W. McCurdy is a songwriter with 3 CDs to his credit, a poet, and a writer of subjective journalism. He holds a number of degrees, none of which have anything to do with his writing. Feigning retirement, Dennis continues to practice law, write, and perform, rather than decline in a recliner. His children are scattered on both coasts while he and his wife MJ reside near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania where they own and operate an art gallery, music venue, and vinyl record store. He is a writer who goes deep into his past and pulls out stories of a life well lived in rural Ohio and Western Pennsylvania. These are the stories of the movies in his head of his life, the people he's known, and the places he's been. Dennis takes his work, but not necessarily himself, seriously his style is evocative, poetic, and often humorous.