Steve Keil is a poet, a gay one, who in the last four years has published several volumes of poetry with such scintillating titles as Between Keats and Kerouac, 4:3 Days in 16:9, Any Forward Gear Will Do, and Cottage Industry of Uncool. The poems are brisk, written in open verse and often with tough sentiments. It’s like someone lecturing you while scolding himself at the same time. But typically of the man himself, the poems are also quite insightful and often hilarious.
His new book is called One Sigh Fits All, and like the others, it is very readable. Here’s one poem titled “Happy Pride Week”.
It’s amazing to me That in this supposedly progressive Time and place I can still hear the word Faggot Screamed at me From the open window Of a speeding car Which of course Never gets tired Nor is it ever Not true But somehow No matter how butch I think I’m being Apparently My hips don’t lie Even in a bear costume Oh well There’s worse things to be Including A doppler coward
Okay, so in the spirit of full disclosure, he and I dated from 2005 to 2010. A rock musician, he was a familiar face on the happy hour scene, always wearing a baseball jacket and a scowl. Lots of people were afraid of Steve, but he is such a bright funny guy. He gave me a ton of jokes for my fab columns. (There’s even a poem about this in the book.)
I will also admit I am flattered that so many of the poems are about me, though that’s not the only reason to buy them. They’re a good read. All of Steve Keil’s books are available on Amazon.com. Do yourself a favor and