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Wheels within Wheels
Richard Kovac

115 pages
ISBN: 978-0-9827343-8-4
Price $15.00
The book and the poet

With Wheels within Wheels Richard Kovac continues the
conversation he started in his first book
Untitled.  Zara
Raab, author of
Swimming the Eel, says of Kovac's work:

"Nowadays many people publish poems in one or two
books that capture something of their lives in this millennial
turning point. I think of these books as dwellings where the
poets live and express their emotional and intellectual lives.
As readers, thanks to the relative ease of publishing, we can
tour the different neighborhoods that have grown up and
see how people are thinking and feeling.
"Richard Kovac has written one such book,
Untitled. (And
now a second
Wheels within Wheels) Kovac’s Catholicism
permeates his world view and his poems.
"(Kovac) understands his strengths and limitations as a
poet. Rather than playing with language, indulging in
complicated metaphysics, or erupting, like so much modern
and post-modern poetry, from an subconscious dream
world, these short poems take a clear moral view.
In his best work, Kovac has an knack for arresting
metaphor: A lady’s new Saab, for example, is “her fat yacht
sailing the suburbs”."

Read Wheels within wheels and see why Morty Sklar,
NYC poet and author of The Smell of Life says of Kovac:
"Richard Kovac is a poet’s poet. I don’t know what to
expect from poem to poem, and yet if I didn’t know I was
reading his poems, after reading several I think I would
sense his voice. After reading his “Pondering symmetry,
language, biase” (from Untitled) I am thankful his mind is
not symmetrical.
"Untitled is what I would show someone to demonstrate
how something is expressed as a poem, rather than
prosaicly."
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Knowing Us


Most of us
do not want
dribble or
abstract ideas of love,
but help for pain in
our groins,
and losses
in our hearts.
“Will you help me
with my pain?”
we want to know.
Misery attracts truth
like a strong magnet.
I suffer, therefore,
I exist.
No Accounting for Taste


The Romans saith,
“De gustibus non est disputandum,”
which translation goes,
“Don’t argue about style.”
Polkas all sound the same
to fans of rap;
and rap all sounds the same
to those the polka’s claim.
John said,
“I like all music,
but I’m free to generally
dislike ‘country’
and prefer ‘folk’.”
We must never judge
another person’s style.
All is idiosyncrasy.
But what would we do
without music?
For A Lady


When I was young
and precipitous
in my zeal for her
blandness and bosoms,
I said,
“I will love you
even when you are
old and decrepit.”
Now I’m old and decrepit
and nobody gives us
a second glance,
and we hold gnarled hands.