The Poet Spiel

The Poet Spiel focuses on everyday lives of common folk and how their actions are plugged with paradox. Some of the incidents in his stories become somewhat surreal or reflect delusions.

As a creative maverick child, Spiel grew up in Colorado on a small town farm in the early 40’s. He often believed no one heard, nor had time for, his words and perspicacious opinions so he painted pictures and shouted at the farm cows. When his attic bedroom felt lonely, he danced with himself in front of a mirror.

Following a life threatening health trauma in 1996, Spiel became reticent; he chose not to express in any form. But in early 1999, he again picked up writing as medicine, and soon after, he resumed his lifelong pattern of making art.

Spiel has never been easily bound by convention in either his writing or his various types of artwork. Possessing an uncommon point of view, his seven-plus decades on Earth have provided him with much experience and inspiration about human behavior. The quirks of being human are often his chosen subject matter. He’s said that writing reveals certain parts of him he is otherwise unable to reveal. (But he admits that he still sneaks in a private mirror dance or two and imagines that he is young and facile).

His books are barely breathing. (Poetry) March Street Press, Bacon Lips. (Poetry) Eye Point Press, (N/A), Can you make a nice book for Mommy? (Poetry) Eye Point Press, (N/A), Chair. (Poem) Poems For all, (Sold out), church floor. (Illus. Poetry) Chiron Review Press, come here cowboy: poems of war. (Poetry) Pudding House Publications, epitaph. (Poem) Poems For all, (Sold out), Honeysuckle Veins. (Prose) Eye Point Press (N/A), Human. (Poetry), Pudding House Publications, Insufferable Zipper. (Short stories) Four Sep Publications, it breathes on it own. (Poetry) Pudding House Publications, once upon a farmboy. (Poetry) Madman Ink