Join (free) | Login 

     Popular! Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry
   Services MarketPlace (Free to post!)
Where Authors and Readers come together!

Signed Bookstore | Authors | eBooks | Books | Stories | Articles | Poetry | Blogs | News | Events | Reviews | Videos | Success | Gold Members | Testimonials

Featured Authors: Henry Miranda, iTygo Lee, iRichard Tscherne, iNeil Ostroff, iCynthia Roberts, iDarryl Jenkins, iLaurie Conrad, i
  Home > Literary Fiction > Stories
Popular: Books, Stories, Articles, Poetry     

Odin Roark

· Become a Fan
  Notify me of new titles
  added by this author.

· 1,014 titles
· 4,017 Reviews
· Share with Friends!
· Save to My Library
Member Since: Jul, 2008

   My Blog
   Contact Author
   Read Reviews

· Perceptions


· Prosetry at Work

· Said and Unsaid - Vol 1


Short Stories
· IT

· Faux Companion

· Take Me, I'm Free (Flash Fiction)

· Beer Neck Flower

· Closed

· What Do You Do?

· Dream-Blisters

· The Nap

· When the Wheels Stop Turnin' (flash fiction)

· Nomadic Heart

· The Dogs of Sochi

· A Crow With Super Smarts

· Targets Be Warned

· Simple Times (an observation)

· Cavemen in Tuxedos (an editorial)

· Ghost Town Ghosts

· Note to Self

· Essay on Poetic Theory

· Love Unopened

· Third Rails

· Bestial History Recycling

· Miasma Ripening

· Grease Monkey Rainbows

· Deepening Dusk

· The Enigmatic Middle C

· Whys and Hows

· Brume of Fear

· Unforgiving Reflections

         More poetry...

Odin Roark, click here to update your web pages on AuthorsDen.

Lest We Forget To Remember
By Odin Roark
Posted: Thursday, August 30, 2012
Last edited: Friday, August 31, 2012
This short story is rated "PG" by the Author.

Share this with your friends on FaceBook
Share    Print   Save   Become a Fan
Recent stories by Odin Roark
· IT
· Faux Companion
· Take Me, I'm Free (Flash Fiction)
· Beer Neck Flower
· Closed
· What Do You Do?
· When the Wheels Stop Turnin' (flash fiction)
           >> View all 46
A prosetry reminder: Some would argue that today’s readers are unaware of how unyielding some writers of yesterday chose to be--at any cost.

Lest We Forget To Remember

There once were
Disparate nomads of intelligence
Kerouac of grass roots highways
Miller of international boulevards
Loners seeking solace off the beaten path for their discomfort
Whether low slung concrete buildings
With neon festering invitations of vacancy
Sidewalk cafés of loneliness
Beneath Eiffel Tower backgrounds
Cow pasture reality needing to be told
Or cosmopolitan epiphanies needing consideration
Both wore stripes of truth
Their truth
Regardless of acceptance

One in cabins
Dingy bathrooms of mold layered tile
Creature infested rugs
Threadbare sheets
To lie on
To love on
To Be as one with
Road tar smells
Diesel fumes spewing
Rumbling trucks passing
While all the while
Furiously filling page after page of
Pencil scratched impressions and insight

The other

Thousands of miles away
Seeing life similar but different
Espresso stained napkins with passionate words
Destined for banning in America
Even while knowing
Exile of mind
Knows no borders

Honest chronicles of life
Being freely expressed
Before the time of homogenized sterility took hold
Where one's convictions became massaged
And if published
Marketed as mainstream mediocrity

How different
This road today
Dot com global highways
A flattened world
Presented on monitors
By claimants of any and all importance
Hunched over keyboards
Spewing shorthand distraction
Or longhand confusion
With some occasional exceptions

Voice actuation
Phantom keys
Touch screen execution
As if
As if...

We stand forewarned
As the earth is brought to us
We no longer seek It
Where once pencil and paper witnessed visceral experience
Now easily accessed through delusion's virtual reality
Just a credit card away

Perhaps there is need
Maybe even a desperation unknown
To read some personal tenets uncompromised
Even if not yours or my convictions
And just for a few moments
Allow the senses to imagine books again


If some of us are lucky
If we lean close to the pages
Allow the whoosh of the mundane to recede
We just might smell the tires on blacktop
Hear the Gendarme whistles
Smell the fresh baked croissants

We might even hear a pencil scratching on yellow lined paper
See the ghost like swirl of blurred syntax on coffee soaked napkins
Realize the quiet echoing of honesty
Fused with the recycled air of love and passion
Inhaled and exhaled ever so humbly
Creating a hovering presence
Where someone's tenacious veracity
Like that of the "Cosmological Eye"
Or "On the Road"
Might find grounding
Step out the door with notebook and pen
Start down the road to anywhere and...


Reader Reviews for "Lest We Forget To Remember"

Want to review or comment on this short story?
Click here to login!

Need a FREE Membership?
Click here to Join!

Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader) 9/1/2012
Thanks for steering me to Jack Kerouac, On The Road. From reading this of yours, I feel like I've cracked open a leather-bound book of truth and substance. I get a sense of smell from this poem, stale-smoke-smelling pages of books, of notebooks, which you bring out so well in your words of humble states of bedsheets, bugs, mold, noise, dirt.... gritty real people conditions that include smart, capable people of no means beyond your eclectic description "quiet echoing of honesty/Fused with the recycled air of love and passion/Inhaled and exhaled ever so humbly" . . . . wonderful "Regardless of acceptance." I like the word "uncompromised." Miller and Nin. This writing breathed off the page, Odin. ~~ DIana
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 9/1/2012
Those two lines,"Spewing shorthand distraction" and "Or longhand confusion" say a lot about writing today. The good news is that people are writing more than ever. The bad news is that anyone can publish--cheaply.

The days when you had to write a country classic or live in a commune of writers in the city to be recognized by agents or publishers, and then be carefully edited and typeset by them (and often promoted through bookstores, magazines, and newspapers), are gone.

They are still out there, jotting down notes, staying in cheap motels and experiencing life, writing out their stories on paper before committing to the computer. But one with talent and a good imagination can write a series of childrens' wizardly books, a potboiler of sexual fantasy, or a how to get rich book can become an overnight success or viral on the Internet.

It's okay to be nostalgic about those bad old days of angst and suffering writers with passion. In this incredible milieu of mixed writing they still exist, and the cream rises to the top. After twenty years of hard work, we all can become "overnight successes." Most won't.


Books by
Odin Roark


Buy Options
Kindle, Amazon, more..


Prosetry at Work

Buy Options
Amazon, more..

Said and Unsaid - Vol 1

Buy Options
Kindle, Amazon, more..


Buy Options
Amazon, more..

Literary Fiction Stories
1. The Messenger
2. IT
3. Final Sky, sample chapters
4. Iron Rose - 14
5. Sleepwalker
6. Sally Visits Cousin Jack (14)
7. Geisterbahnhöfe (Translation of Ghost Stat
8. The Walls Come a'Tumblin'
9. A Flight of Fancy
10. Self Defense
11. Take Me, I'm Free (Flash Fiction)
12. Iron Roses 34
13. Eva Makes a Decision
14. Little Crow
15. The Nap
16. Slices From The Pie
17. Dogs Will Bark: Weekly short 11/24/2014
18. What Lies Within
19. Details
20. Cliff Introduces Marie to Jane in San Fran

Authors alphabetically: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Featured Authors | New to AuthorsDen? | Add AuthorsDen to your Site
Share AD with your friends | Need Help? | About us

Problem with this page?   Report it to AuthorsDen
© AuthorsDen, Inc. All rights reserved.