Biography of Charles Darnell
I was born in Louisiana but I've spent most of my life in Texas, particularly in San Antonio where I met my wife and raised my family.
My work has appeared in anthologies and in print and online journals including The Shine Journal, The Mindful Word, Right Hand Pointing, and others. I am the past winer of the Tempie-Skerritt-Hickman Award and the San Antonio Poetry Fair Award. I recently won the 'On Fire' on line poetry contest in Bangalore, India.
I am a member of the Sun Poets Society in San Antonio.
Charles Darnell Poems
I walk along a melancholy strand, Hearing music played too far To be meant for me. Drifting down the beach,
Flight Of Words
There they go! I knew it would happen. They were hanging around Pecking at the surface
Quarter Moon Waxing
The moon is in its first quarter. It grows as it crosses the sky Travels among the background of stars Shines like hard diamonds.
Ah Jesus! You do me no favors! You give me life, but not my life! You raise me up, what am I to do? You are borne away with the crowd,
The spray hits you in the face. The swells bring the distended belly Quickly up then settles with a greenish hiss, Another and another.
You lay in all your splendor, Haughty in your grace And beauty, As if saying to Rome:
Air: A Love Poem
We lay together, Reclined in dark, Your silhouette outlined By ambient light,
The painters have it right. Their eye for distant objects That seem to draw All toward it
This town sleeps with windows open. The warm summer nights compel this. Autumn will come too soon, And early cold will
Lay Me Down
In my long sleep. Cover me with The warmth of earth. Grow sweet lilies
Neon Bible -For John Kennedy Toole
There in the tawdry glow of a corner lamp, In the piss pools dripping into gutters Outside the dim and dreary bars, The pages waltzing around alleyways,
Coffee sits cold on the kitchen counter. I turn the pages of the paper, Reading just the headlines. The house is quiet,
Father, I offer this confession in answer to the purpose of my life. You sent me in your love before your people To show them a path to Heaven.
Well Lord, Here I am in the last scene of that last act. This how you wanted it, right? You got your crucifixion
Here I am in the last scene of that last act.
This how you wanted it, right?
You got your crucifixion
And I hear you’ll be up and around
In a few days.
I got my silver and my regrets
And all that’s left
Is my own exit, stage right.