Another excerpt from Deus Oinof

     I need a fucking smoke.

     And, as usual, Hairlip’s late with the smokes and beer. Ever since

that time he claimed to have seen God, he’s been unreliable. I saw God

once. Coming out of the mountains at Hope, looking into the valley, I

saw the ocean in the distance. Of course, this is impossible but there

it was. As I ran, the water rushed up the valley and in a wave washed

over me. In the water, I was surrounded by warmth and love and it was

there I saw God. Then it was gone and I was back on the road,

breathing in the smell of shit from the surrounding farms. But it gave

me the strength to go on. So, yeah, I saw God too. A lot of fucking

good that did me.

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This excerpt is the opening paragraph from Deus Oinof, an unpublished collaborative novel by Michael Roth and Jerry Schroeder. 

Untitled #4

Another visual poem, Untitled #4.

The Reviews are in!

Here are some reactions to a few of the Visual Poems I posted in Cal's excellect Artists, Writers and Readers etc discussion group.


"I don't like it."

"...Seems like its (sic) trying too hard to be different."

"It just annoys me, ..." 

"[B]een done before by a lot of vis/poets over the years ..."



Alrighty then.

in the morning, more reality

in the morning, more reality

This is a visual poetry piece from a larger work called Untitled. It's still being put together and will hopefully be complete by Fall 2013.