Howard Wilson & Nancy Bruner Wilson







going home







you’re a short timer

been here done your duty

made yourself

family marine corps proud


fought the war

carried your share

soon a free looked up to man


going home soon any day

highly esteemed rightfully acknowledged

by unknown people adoring crowds

elated ecstatic happy  can’t believe you made it

going home oh yes yes going home somehow


you’ve not backed  down turned away

given your best all you had

going home a hero respectfully addressed

full admiration approving nods  allowed

that’s what love of country honor

partriotic duty is  about


the bullet comes from nowhere

fast unexpected undetected direct

quickly penetrating proud to be purpled heart


you’re going home all right

going home  soon too soon a hero

this once

final last never again going home welcome

going home dead

you’re going home a hero

you’re going home going home

dead dead dead



copyright (2012)  nancy bruner wilson













Nancy Bruner Wilson’s background is in social work. She has degrees from Berea College in Kentucky and from The Tulane University Graduate School of Social Work in New Orleans. She worked for the American Red Cross which included a one year assignment with the 85th Evacuation Hospital in Qui Nhon, Vietnam, during the height of the war. She also worked for the New York City Department of Social Services in the South Bronx. Nancy is retired from the Kentucky Department of Social Services where she held various positions including work in a residential facility for status offenders and hearing officer for the department.

Nancy began writing five years ago to fulfill a lifelong desire. In 2012, she and her artist husband, Howard Wilson, released a Published in Heaven book titled breaking out. It is comprised of fifteen of her poems and his art work. Nancy’s poems have appeared in three Louisville publications: The Louisville Courier-Journal; The Highlander; and Uncut Candy. They have also been accepted for publication in: Advocate, PKA’s Publication; Bear Creek Haiku; Pearl Editions; The Poet’s Art; and Struggle: A Magazine of Proletarian Revolutionary Literature.

Nancy and her husband reside in a Victorian home in Louisville near Cave Hill Cementery.

Howard has had a life long involvement with the arts and crafts.  He has experimented

with different techniques in a variety of mediums including clay, wood, print making and glass.  Through the years his work has been shown and sold in galleries, museums, and art shows in the United States as well as abroad.

Metaphysical Expressionism Art: Howard Wilson’ s Artist Statement


Metaphysics versus aesthetics. Crossing liminal boundaries. Capturing fractaled peripherally visioned moments of experiences. Seeing those fleeting will of the wisp northern lights moments as I paint new works.

“They last a second, a minute, they come and go like a moving winking light: but they Have impressed their mark, deposited some kind of sensation before they vanished… Secret stirrings that go unnoticed to the remote parts of the mind, the incalculable chaos of impressions, the delicate life of the imagination seen under the magnifying glass; trackless journeyings by brain and heart, strange workings of the nerves, the whisper of the blood, the

entreaty of the bone, all the unconscious life of the soul.”

Knut Hamsun


Are thought and art one or separate? Thought comes first. Art, metaphysical expressionist art, is matrixed to thought by the desire the necessity of communication. Thought and metaphysical expressionist art are so closely linked they seem one but thought is Self, art is Other. Art is the shadow of thought. Internal art, interior monologue is then nearer, more closely matrixed to thought-closer to the source-than externally verbalized or painted art. Internal art is diaphanic. External art is adiaphanic. Can, does, the Artist Prophet take art through the diaphane? Yes! One way, and only one way, he does so is by removing artificial boundaries. Once the diaphanous boundary is crossed a different logic is enacted: the logic of hallucination, of the surreal, the art of dreams (not the same as aesthetics or the language of postmodern chaos). Is the stream of consciousness, free association, narrative metaphysical expressionist art as close as we can get to the expression of pure thought? Any form of art is slower than thought but one thing is certain: metaphysical expressionist art is a dark but beautiful cynosure for the blind cripple.

Howard Wilson with Ron Whitehead
August 9, 2012

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