Photo by Bill Perrault
Raised in 1950's New York City by a mid-sized party of New York Artists, he has been living in New England ever since.
He has always written poetry, but usually threw it away because he didn't like it.
A few years back, he moved to the Boston area and began to read out at the Cantab, Out of The Blue, and in Newburyport with the Pow Wow River Poets.
He has published an artice in Orion magazine recently, but no poetry until now. Adam Thielker also makes his debut publication credit on the Stone Soup web site below with his sample poem.
The Freeze
Shake dead leaves and hush
Still in the deep earth cold roots
Under empty beds
Come down snow
Now dark comes too soon
And winter taps my window
But I will not turn
To your heart
Black trees sit black birds
Fly high dry white icy sky
Sing far off wind words
--Adam Thielker
