E. Charles Rolwing III

Sideshow geek Charmers of snake Freaks of dance, for The sisters of mercy, Righteous freaks Fucking kicks. A terminal waking Between concrete and altar  Thumbing knuckles and Naming the beads  Of a rosary. Chewing lips, hysterical  Flash of teeth beneath  Woolly disguise. Putin go away! Mad, arms pumping, tortured Mouth full of snot  Spasm of … More For Pussy Riot (poem)

A vacant comber, Beach gypsy, shrilly-shally  Along then out of sight As the heat of the sunrise  Grows flirting. The ocean springs up And rolls out In continuous eruption  As to take her back, and Isolates the rest With the meanness  Of a dream. Garland of the sea’s refuse Lace of foam, she continues  The … More Awakening Somewhere (poem)

          The man stands, staggered, disoriented, beaten but still standing. Punch drunk. Mickey Mouse ears, cartoon bullets, bird masks, empty voice bubbles, the Everyman, his voice not heard. He is surrounded by all the detritus of the world. He looks out over the landscape and is immersed in a sea of fences, … More A Fiction 

April 4, 2016 E. Charles Rolwing Statement   Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.   Franz Kafka  The making of art is for me a journey of construction and destruction. Each brush stroke comes … More ECR3