About Tim Ruane

Tim Ruane is an artist and writer. He is a graduate of Georgetown University, where he studied English and art, and has worked as a chief copy editor in the editorial department of The Washington Post, where he has also worked as a freelance photographer. He has written hundreds of poems, two novels a number of short stories. His photographs have been published by The Washington Post, Simon & Schuster and The Good Men Project. He has shown his photographs at Potomac MD Public Library and is scheduled to be published in ShareArt LA, Circumfleks Magazine and Splinter Literary Journal. He will have an exhibition of his photographs in September at the offices of Prudential FedRealty in Washington D.C. Mr. Ruane lives and works in Garrett Park MD, just outside Washington D.C. USA.

Mr. Yeats Must Identify Nature

Mr. Yeats Must Identify Nature   I loved you there Like Adam loves Eve chewing your bubble gum and drinking cappuccino An unusual woman Dressed in infinite symbols You—created by some lonesome God for a no-symbols man with a pathology of desire I prattled aloud about passion past you Signifying my forever love You did […]


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Cat Man

Cat Man   I approached her like a cat, thinking only of sexual intercourse. Straw hair: It would do in the dark, as would her toes.  I held my la Madeleine cup of coffee with cream, a symbol of my precious bodily fluids, wondering if I had the courage. Perhaps I was broken.  I had […]

With Gustav Klimt on the Wall

With Gustav Klimt on the Wall   No. 10,000 she Was not psychologically sound And I spinned not In a poet’s gyre More like an electric dryer of clothes Or a washing machine cockeyed wet. This For my love. When politely she said Dissipate, Anyman.   On dry wall the God.    

The Irish Again Will Rule the World

The Irish Again Will Rule the World.   I was 54 years old when I took to pissin’ in the bushes.  The old bladder was dyin’.  I was told that 49 was the mark.  After that, it was don’t go far from the latrine, stay near a Jiffy-John, when outside and communing like Henry David […]

The girls at dupont circle.

The girls at dupont circle.   Their naked fingers taunting me like A plastic pot of 28 chocolate Chip cookies on sale at Harris Teeter for 3.99   I would crawl under their tables At the coffee shops To ask them out on lewd- and lascivious-filled dates   I must find my spectacles The one […]

No Hanky-Panky in the Dude Dude Diner

No Hanky-Panky in the Dude Dude Diner   Goddess she chewed as goddesses chew 7 years ago an only-on-her-back first-time chemical virgin In the back seat of her daddy’s car In lovers lane Narrowly before a vigilant policeman with his Vigilant proud Billy Club arrives— Not Catholically unsexed by some Holy Holy Pope tho— Now […]

1) 6) The Man on Subway No. 10 — The Underground is not Dada.

2) Cezanne Woman

Now I Understand Lichtenstein.

The Potomac River Dances

Now, everyone is gonna say that this picture is printed too light, but I disagree, because I disagree.



Pic of a Pic

Wei Wei’s Marble Construction Helmet

A Gallant in Gtown

I took this picture in Georgetown, D.C. before I went to a cocktail party.