Warning! Despite the title The Last Supper, these are not religious poems. These poems embrace at the intersection of the Sacred and the Profane. As all astute readers know, at that intersection lies the forbidden. These poems are forbidden to you if you are easily offended, if you read the lines but not between the lines. If you cannot embrace shades of gray, you will not like these poems. The author apologizes in advance for the lack of roses and limericks in these poems. These poems are not for children, little old ladies, or Church Mothers. However the church is in these poems.
You might get a whiff of the 80’s in these verses. Ronald Reagan may be dead, but his legacy lives on. Nothing has changed much in corporate America. Greed rules. AIDS steals away our young men and women. The poem’s title, The Last Supper, comes the mantra a young man recited as I fed him his last meal: A sip of water please/A little string beans/Wait now, you're rushing me.
If you love the Lord or the God in you, you will love these poems--not because they’re religious, but because they strive to tell the truth.
Charles W. Harvey
1987 PEN/Southwest Discovery Prize Winner
About the Author
Charles W. Harvey is a native Houstonian and a graduate of the University of Houston. He studied fiction under Rosellen Brown and Chitra Divakaruni at UofH. He also studied poetry under Joyce James and Cynthia MacDonald. In 1987, Charles was a 1st place prize recipient of PEN/Discovery for his short story Cheeseburger, which went on to be published in the Ontario Review. In 1989 Charles Harvey was awarded the Cultural Arts Council of Houston Grant for Writers and Artists. Also in 1989 he was a finalist in the MacDonald's Literary Achievement Awards. Charles has been published in Soulfires, Story Magazine SHADE, High Infidelity, The James White Review, and others. He is the author of the novels The Butterfly Killer and Promise Goodday, as well as the author of several story and poetry collections.