R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

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R.M. Engelhardt is an American poet, writer and author who over the last three decades has published over 20 books of poetry including “Nod” “Alchemy” DarkLands, RAW & “The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems of R.M. Engelhardt. The founder of the Upstate NY organization ALBANY POETS & the Annual Poetry Celebration THE ALBANY WORD FEST he has through his ideas & visions helped to contribute a large amount of advocacy and creativity to the Spoken Word~Poetry Capital District scene and is the former host of the long running readings The School of Night & Vox. He is currently the host of SPEAK THE WORD ALBANY!. An Open Mic for Poetry And The Spoken Word at Ophelias. Over the last thirty years his work has also been published in many journals such as The Rye Whiskey Review, Red Fez, Rusty Truck, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Thunder Sandwich, Black Noise, The Hobo Camp Review, Full of Crow, on the Outlaw Poetry Network & in many many others. Look for his books “WHERE THE PEOPLE’S VISION PERISHES 2020” “DARK LANDS (2019 on LuLu, Amazon & At Barnes and Noble) The Resurrection Waltz, 2012 ( Infinity Press) & “COFFEE ASS BLUES & OTHER POEMS” ( 2018 Alien Buddha Press 2018) ” DarkLands” 2019 & “Where There Is No Vision” 2020, “WE RISE LIKE SMOKE” (2021) & Of Spirit, Ash & Bone (2022) and RAW- Poems ( 2023) all available on Amazon.com He is also the Editor of the small independent poetry press Dead Man’s Press Ink since 1998. Look for his books The Bones of Our Existence A Journal 2046 & his new books THE DYING TIME POEMS BY R.M. Engelhardt 2026 & NO KINGS 2025 available at Barnes & Noble and currently on Amazon. www.gentlemanoutsider.com *All Poems, Writings & Information Contained On This Blog Are The Property & Owned By The Author R.M. Engelhardt. © 2026 www.rmengelhardt.com

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    In The End The Words Are The All And The Nothing – R.M. Engelhardt

  • Life In The 21st Century

    Life In The 21st Century

    The world is getting weirder. Darker every single day. Things are spinning around faster and faster, and threatening to go completely awry. Falcons and falconers. The center cannot hold. But in my corner of the country, I’m trying to nail things down. I don’t want to live in Victor’s jungle, even if it did eventually…

  • Worm-eaten manuscripts in Lizzie Siddal’s coffin

  • NO MORE

    NO MORE 11.14.2015   I will be silent I shall not speak of death I shall not speak of these things Anymore For when I was a young man I believed in peace Before towers fell And soldiers died And after blood And the media Monsters Vultures Took the place Of lives Of hopes Of…

  • An Interview With R.M. Engelhardt, 2006

    MICHAEL ECK Special to the Times Union Section: Arts-Events, Page: H1 Date: Sunday, October 29, 2006 R.M. Engelhardt wears black sunglasses in the shade. He chain-smokes Djarums until his head is wreathed in a clove-scented cloud. And, in the middle of the day, he sucks down coffee like a trucker on a midnight run. Engelhardt,…

  • Milton and the Machine

    Source: Milton and the Machine

  • Picasso’s Poetry

    whisper the shiver of hands blind without memory and so, friendly still yet sweet like the words forgotten to the tremble of lips quiet there are no surprises here rest your eyelids until they become stone rest your heart until it stops (it beats now only for itself in some secret place)   http://www.cipherjournal.com/html/picasso_poems.html

  • An Interview With Albany Poets : R.M. Engelhardt

    An interview with old friend and cofounder of Albany Poets Mr. Thom Francis about the Albany poetry scene, new projects and something about a new book : Listen Here: https://m.soundcloud.com/albany-poets/the-albany-poets-interview-rm-engelhardt http://www.albanypoets.com

  • Salvation

    And all the light of the world surrounded her, and in her eyes there was salvation. As the world and she slowly drifted off to what seemed like a million miles away. Where all time stopped, streets seemed empty. And the world was no longer there. And in her eyes there was still beauty, light…

  • The Popes & the Punks

    Source: The Popes & the Punks