January 25, 2014
I live in the darkness of light
I live in the still of the wind
In the blindness of sight
In the hush of birdsong
In the sere of the rain . . .
There is pain
I live at the bottom of breast
I live on the slope of the hip
In the crack of the kiss
In the numbness of touch
(In the sere of the rain) . . .
There is pain there is pain
I live in the void of the moon
I live in the softness of stones
In the flightness of wings
In the breath of dead leaves
(In the sere of the rain) . . .
There is pain there is pain there is pain
I live in the heat of the ice
I live in the waking of sleep
In the salt of spring flowers
In the perfume of blight
In the space of time
In the time of space
In the walk of the race
(In the sere of the rain) . . .
There is pain there is pain there is pain there is pain
I live in the darkness of light
I live in the still of
In the blindness
In the hush
The sere:
There
About Eugene Jones Baldwin
I am a writer: non-fiction, fiction, journalism (Alton Telegraph), essays (The Genehouse Chronicles) and have a website: eugenebaldwin.com. I've published a couple dozen short stories and had eleven plays produced. Current projects: "Brother of the Stones" (available on Kindle), a book of short stories; "The Faithful Husband of the Rain, short stories"; "A Black Soldier's Letters Home, WWII,;" "There is No Color in Justice," a commentary on racism; "Ratkillers," a new play.
I am an avocational archaeologist and I take parts of my collection of several thousand Indian artifacts (personal finds) to schools, nature centers, libraries etc. and talk about the 20,000 year history of The First people in Illinois. (See link to website)
I'm also a playwright (eleven plays produced), musician, historian (authority on the Underground Railroad in Illinois, the Tuskegee Airmen) and teacher.
