Check Out Wes Britton's CRACKS OF CONSCIOUSNESS!

Thanks to webmaster Cheryl Morris, today I was able to resurrect a sampling of my poetry published throughout the 1990s collected in my first book, CRACKS OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I’m hoping new readers will enjoy the revised humor, character sketches, meditations, and narratives updated for your reading pleasure. You can find the free collection in the “Books” section after the listing of The Beta-Earth Chronicles at:

https://drwesleybritton.com/books/

I’d like to dedicate this edition of CRACKS to the cover artist, Cliff Roberts, who was one of my Sherman, Texas pals who left us much too soon in this long year of premature passings.

On that note, here’s a silly sampling from CRACKS:

THE CONDOM STORM OF '72

A true story from my misbegotten youth. One of the poems that works very well at poetry readings.

Well, Paul broke into the rubber machines last night
looking for quarters but failed and
showed up at our poker game dumping
a foot-high pile of
individually shrink-wrapped little boxes
of rubbers of all sizes 'n colors
on my single bed

'n we drunken boys blew up our balloons and
tossed them out the boarding house window
'n we must of made a major dent in that pile
cause the next morning I set out
to walk my hangover to the breakfast deli
but stopped on a dime seeing
the sticky balloons on
cars
'n windows
'n parking meters
'n poles
'n grass, the sidewalk,
'n the street.

'n my landlady's front porch
where she stood with arms folded
'n tapping her foot
'nwishing to laugh admonition—

"I know who's behind this one, Britton."

'n I walked into the deli where the condom storm
replaced all other news
'n I stayed mute
not wanting
to let on we hadn't planned the whole thing
to start with.

You should have seen it,
it was a wonderful sight.
More colorful than Christmas
bathed in prophylactic lights.