All books using the keywords: Peter Janousek

Seeing the Noise was the title I had intended for my second book of poetry, slated for publication in 2004. The first was a writing project during my senior year in high school and never grew beyond one copy but has remained an integral part of my writing history and the odd bit of verse from it still shows up in some of my collections. In fact, an upcoming chapbook using the original title, Wandering, will contain all of the poems I penned for it back in 1975. The book you have before you now has previously appeared as Waves of Grace in the collection called, In the Apparatus of Questions, published in 2013. Some pieces herein have reverted to their original versions, a bit less ref ...

Love is a science though most of us never learn it that well. Life is inexorable and we often fail to understand it until we are departing. The Inexorable Science then, is a way to address both perplexing issues which have baffled our kind for millennia. Perhaps we are genetically predisposed to seek the academic answers when all we really need do is look inside our hearts. Resurrecting twenty eight poems from my collection, What is Was Now the Chemistry of Being, published in 2014, making a few changes and adding seventeen new works, this little chapbook joins Wandering and Seeing the Noise as easy to carry inspiration for anyone who still favors a real book in hand. Always happy t ...

Memories and the way they combine in our thoughts and emotions as layers of linear time, are the one fundamental thread which is spun throughout our lives from beginning to end and links all things we ever do, think, hope and cherish, together. To be devoid of memory would be a hollow life indeed. I wonder if Alzheimer’s victims experience it that way or if they just can’t communicate anymore. I’m grateful for my memories, even if many of them are problematic and sorrowful to recall. The fact that they dwell in the past, where all things must go, is a comfort for I cannot experience them just so ever again and those that are sweet as candy to my being, are still that way when I remem ...