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I am not just any old poet. I have had some success in getting published. No money, though. Poetry is a very poor way of making a living --but it is a very good method of expressing strong, deep, troubling emotions. So expect some uncomfortable surprises in some of my verses. Enjoy (in a dark sort of way)! --Eugene Borg :>)

The Chocolate Hero This was published in my 1974 PUC college annual. You can find it on page 74. For you historians, my poem is shown as credited to my friend Chris Yonan, whereas his poem Meditation on page 79 was credited to me.

Liquid Jesus This was published in the 1992 UCR Mosaic journal. It is a deeply spiritual poem, but I suspect the secular Creative Writing staff thought it was about coffee. I submitted this poem to the web site of www.poetry.com and I won third place in March 2002. They even sent me a nice bronze medallion to thank me! If you want to find me there, search for me under "Eugene Borg."

My Zoloft Savior I started taking Zoloft in 1999 to combat a persistent, major depression. I had been praying many years to get a "buzz" from God to do away with the darkness, but instead I have had to settle for a much more sedate medical solution.

Cheap Cologne So much of what sex saturated Americans call love is really just selfish lust.

God's Gladiator This poem was triggered after seeing some Pentecostal advertisements for church seminars on Spiritual Warfare. The ads made it sound like Christians were going to take back the earth for God in just a few easy lessons. The reality of our violence riddled world tells a far different story of how pervasive and persistent evil really is.

I work in the Printing department of the University of California, Riverside, and our English department produces a yearly journal called the Mosaic. Since you don't have to be a student to have your works published, I submitted my poetry over the years (since 1977) and have had the pleasure of having my works printed in that book about four different times. I don't remember the exact years --In 1989 I had a religious fit and threw all my Mosaic books away. Meanwhile, some of the poems listed here appeared in this distinguished journal.

French Poodles
From Hell

Architectural
Ignorance

Stacked Up
Like Boxes

Reflecting Lake

Binocular
Sinners

Duck Lake, Utah
This poem was written in honor of my friend Jeff, who died of a stroke at the age of 33. He was in Duck Lake, Utah when he passed away.