‘The Stupids’… from Measuring Gravity By Grace.. print 7.99, ebook 2.99

My mind’s a thread unwinding; I
pluck at darkness, which falls.
It won’t let the stupids out; it
suffers them to bray and shout,
these Attic businessmen and women:
busy, they are knitting spirit doilies.

Must I endure like a disease the bad
and bright side of the living’s enemies?
But who am I asking? We are so
few than farther between might be.

You cannot hear me; you are denying everything,
soiled by the crossways unclean:
strapped in a cocoon of the secondary.

©Dean J. Baker



‘Bathurst Yards… from The Lost Canadian, Vol.1, print 7.99, ebook 3.9







Sprawled in this boxcar apartment,
no one’s serious
the disturbance temporary

The end of the line,
the lock breaks –
the cargo falls out over-ripe

We shall never get there;
blueprints and maps
do not provide an idea of progress

Which does not matter,
stepping from the rails
to meet familiar ground

Watching how the sun I own
goes down through these trees:
our wings, folded like those leaves

©Dean J. Baker

in Early Selected poems, The Lost Canadian, Vol.1, 112 pages, 7.99

ebook https://www.amazon.com/Lost-Canadian-Early-Selected-Poems-ebook/dp/B01FRPN65I 3.99

  • excerpt from DARK EARTH, 142 pages, list $9.99 – ebook 4.99












‘Circle Of Destiny’… from The Mythologies Of Love… print 8.99, ebook 2.99

I thought I would escape death,
if I loved you well and long enough.

I would answer to his pride; conceal myself,
within the monuments of fleshy deceit.

I saw our kitten curl into question
marks that defined my helplessness.

How could you love me when I betrayed
by my selfishness your plan for immortality?

I had always tried to be good, being afraid:
You said I only wished to avoid living.

I knew I had failed to provide illusion.
I stepped outside the circle of applause,
I joined the cowards in the audience.

They were transformed into painted, wooden faces.
I wouldn’t mind much consenting to die.

I refuse the list of trivialities; the stakes
always high for those who would philosophize.

I will not accept slavery as my model
for spiritual and material transcendence.

Religion is anathema to God made manifest.

Now that we have fouled the bed of marriage, let’s not
pamper our vulnerabilities with relationships.

‘Evolution’.. from Silence Louder Than A Train..102 pages, 8.99 print, 3.99 ebook

The gorilla is swinging
from the rooftops
of a civilization he haunts.
In the back yard of this circus,
the pile of corpses
grows steadily higher.
He handles them quite gently;
as if they were puppets:
no sign of excessive violence.

There aren’t any distinguishing
marks on these tools
foolish enough to get caught.
The ape will oblige whomever
it is wants to be in on the act.
Since he grew weary of his hospital
cage, he falls on their beds
from a great height: always
bearing bouquets.

Poems, evil smelling ways for
achieving wealth; a proverbial
monkey on his back
because it has happened again.
This time nobody gains consent.
He didn’t intend to be provocative,
his hemorrhoids were inspiration.


©Dean J. Baker


‘Last Will’… from Soliloquies Of The Horizons… print $8.99, ebook only $2.99

We shall not be allowed too warm romantic movements much longer. The song is turned out in the streets.
Our lives a trick of the season, field debris gleaned over the long summer.
A metaphysical rash.

The patterns of my exercise provide some relief.
To accentuate disdain, the disheartened attempt. I spin, amid the greed, the horror of suburban trivia.

I want to fall through sleep, not fixate on the drape of night. I want to trumpet my genius in your stopped ear.
To break wind north of caution.

You insist on the niceties of performance. That this is more ritual than defect, I attribute to my thoughtlessness.
In anomalous terms: how careful you are that I pay.

No money. No illness.
Each binds with embalmed print the miracle you like to imagine feeding another five thousand.

Your exit unremembered is neither heraldic.


©Dean J. Baker

excerpt from SOLILOQUIES OF THE HORIZONS, 102 pages, ebook only $2.99, print $8.99

I will be posting 3 or so examples from each of my books over the next few weeks to encourage ownership of the books.

‘Extremes Of Measure’..from OF FLESH SCULPTURES AND ABANDONED LOVE.. $9.99 PRINT, 160 pages, EBOOK ONLY $4.99







I recall the time I found my father dead,
how arbitrary the day and moment; the season
and its mercy never quite apparent as then

He, with whom I’d spoken and shared love
as well as hope only seconds before it seemed,
now lay there in the familiar pose of disarray

Figuratively speaking of course, I wanted
to remind him that there were certain lengths
he did not have to go to gain my full attention

©Dean J. Baker

– excerpt from OF FLESH SCULPTURES AND ABANDONED LOVE, 160 pages, $9.99, EBOOK ONLY $4.99


..’No Embellishments’… from THE MYTHOLOGIES OF LOVE’…ebook only $2.99







No embellishments
on our vanished prisons

I see you in an old photograph
we had no reason for taking

Shadowing your house, the houses –
a detective out of work:

Listening to the voice of adjectives

©Dean J. Baker

samples of poems to encourage you to enjoy owning the books…

-excerpt from THE MYTHOLOGIES OF LOVE, 90 pages, $8.99, Ebook ONLY $2.99 – OR OWN THE PRINT FROM AMAZON FOR $8.99 AND THE EBOOK IS ONLY .99

Some review quotes for a few of my books – Check out what’s being said

The gifts that keep on giving – some of my books…

DARK EARTH – 142 pages, $16.99
” The most unique set of poems I have ever read.”

Rabelais and Hieronymus Bosch look out of dark chinks in these poems… instead of Emerson’s “Whim” above Dean’s lintel we might assume “Melancholy” resides here… that dark brooding that laughs below, and rises through the bones to jerk you awake from your too lazy sleep of existence.”

“Dean’s books will someday be required reading for anyone who studies literature, poetry, or, human artistry.”

“Having read Dark Earth by Dean J Baker my first reaction is WOW. This was written for me.
His poetry speaks to me deep down in my soul.”


SILENCE LOUDER THAN A TRAIN – 102 pages, $15.99

Who among us cannot remember a time when silence alone didn’t ring in our ears as loud as thunder?”

A bold and refreshing approach to modern poetry, one that breaks the rules when necessary and yet conforms when it suits. Highly recommended…”

“If all the reader is looking for in a poetry anthology are the poetic ramblings of someone trying to impress with their command of language or a gently rolling stream of consciousness then this probably isn’t it; but for poignant and thought provoking insight and new ideas, one would be hard pressed to do better than Dean J. Baker’s ‘Silence Louder Than A Train.’”

“I believe Dean is our poet of the future generation.”

These poems leave you amazed and breathless, and hungering for more to read.

“His honest and guileless way of writing leaves you wondering, is this for real, his humor is shockingly amazing, makes you read a poem a couple more times just for the pleasure that you got from it.

…you won’t really want to put the book down.” https://www.amazon.com/Silence-Louder-Than-Train-Baker/dp/1494963353

THE MYTHOLOGIES OF LOVE – 92 pages, $14.99

Dean Baker’s book The Mythologies of Love is savagely introspective yet as with his previous collection of poetry, Silence Louder Than A Train, 102 pages, $15.99, refrains from the tedium of the confessional.”

“A superb set of poems I would recommend to any potential reader of modern poetry seeking out the works of a poet, who has no fear; who never pulls a punch or flinches from one circumstance has thrown his way.

He simply commits the event to words. “

Those in or out of ‘love’ will find much to identify with here.” https://www.amazon.com/Mythologies-Love-Dean-J-Baker/dp/1495203921



THE LOST NEIGHBORHOOD – 78 pages, $11.99

Required reading for anyone wanting to learn about wit, wordplay, and good, gritty writing in general.

Dean Baker knows how to turn a phrase upside down and kick it full strength out the door. Five stars, and here’s to many more…

“..depth of the hand that scribes words that point, words that depict, words that make real, what we all feel”

So many different interpretations of the world around us created in just a few words. I really enjoyed the poetry found inside The Lost Neighborhood  and look forward to reading more of the author’s works.”








Open mic nights? Incipient artistes? Don’t cringe, read…

A coffeehouse, café as society…”Acid wit, deep insight, humor, powerful metaphor, intelligence…. A smooth ride on a bumpy road, with side trips into unseen hollows of the human experience…. What else do you need to know? An excellent read, worth sharing far and wide… More, please….”

Prose poems that are a paean to Musicians, Writers, Artists, & Wingnuts: to folksingers, the troubled and disturbed, open mic nights everywhere.

The poet made it out alive from Fat Albert’s.

A satiric, and loving, tribute to open mic nights everywhere, whether in coffeehouses, on campus, or in living-rooms…

©Dean J. Baker