Dennis Herrell
Dennis Herrell


Dennis Herrell has been writing poetry for forty years during his adult life as teacher, outside sales person, and, lately, antique dealer. He is like every poet in the world – always in training, and painfully aware of it. Enter his world to read some poems he has had published.


At the Corner

                   or Party

                       We Talk Weather



You were a virgin

caught up in a backseat moment

of anxious attempts, and I

was being male there on the vinyl.


I was too much proving a one-sided equation,

and you were working on a puzzle called woman.

We accomplished the expected

and didn't lose our place among other matings.

Afterward, we were all reassuring and fulfilled,

but reading questions in the other's eyes.


I felt a declared but lost manhood,

all in that one quick moment.

About your moment, I never knew.

You turned quiet while adjusting your bra,

so intent upon etiquette of dress,

while I tended to matters with the car.


Now when meeting we talk about weather.



Dennis Herrell

( 1/8/07 – Pearl)

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