William Tecku

Email: billtecku@gmail.com
Website: www.roadreflections.com/

William Tecku is a Witter Bynner Foundation for Poetry grant recipient, an Arizona English Teachers Association "Teachers As Writers" award winner, a Lake Superior Writers Series poetry and fiction winner, and twice received the Mesa Public Schools Staff Writing Award.

At Arizona State University, under the direction of Dr. Lynn Nelson, Tecku completed the National Writing Project. It's Only a Dry Heat is his most recent collection of poetry and fiction. His writings have been published in the Wisconsin Academy Review, Lake Superior Magazine, The English Journal, and The Great Lakes Calendar published by Wisconsin's DNR.  

Prior to entering the teaching profession Tecku produced and syndicated "The Inner Ear American Literature Series" on public radio stations in thirty-three states from WGBH in Boston to KQED in San Francisco. After teaching high school English for twenty-five years Tecku retired in 2010.

Over 11 chapbooks, most recently:

It's Only a Dry Heat
Slugger McGwire's 9th Inning Dream


The Siwa Oasis 10, 000 B.C.

Dying of thirst we crawl in place for water.
Haboobs blow. The sun closes its eye.
Blood floods down dunes.

By spears, by arrows we fly
from the oasis at our feet
and dream one sip
of peace.

Standing still we stagger home,
open our fists, and let it rain.

The Tall One

L . . . O . . . O . . . K!
A cashe of full moon
crash-lands on earth!
A thick cut slice of granite
scrapes sky 20,000 feet high,
sun soaks, sows clouds, spread-eagles
slopes of ice, snow, and ice cold air.

Sprung from deep earth
before Time ticked,
it stands snowbound
singing wind songs,
burning moonlight
mind of snowy owl
until white bears, ten feet tall
on their hind legs,
stare at it to feel taller
than a hunter's hope,
a prospector's dream.

Was it an Athabascan,
crackling, campfire dance
that sparked stories and thanks
to a polar bear for its fur,
and a man's or woman's
watery eyes wandered
a dream's distance
from the fire
to a white face,
out wintering winter,
to a head and shoulders
standing tallest above
camouflaged ptarmigan
who held their breath

until native lips named
T . . . H . . . I . . . S
mountain Denali?