Howdy y’all! Texas Outlaw Poet here! Just wanted to let everyone know that I will be in attendance on April 1, 2017 for the Celebrating The Texan event in Athens, Texas. I have been told that I will be introducing a film in the film festival or something or other, as well as doing photography and film for the event that day. I have just recieved a large shipment of many copies of all 8 of my Texas Outlaw Press books including my newest lovesong to where I grew up, Henderson County Blues! If anyone is interested in picking up some copies, I will be selling all titles at a discounted price of $5 for the local audience that day. I will also have copies on hand at the 211 Gallery from that day on. Hope to see y’all out there that day having a blast #CelebratingTheTexan and supporting local arts and artists!






hai·ku [ˈhīˌko͞o] NOUN – a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.

Here are some brand new haikus written by Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway, for his newly released Henderson County Blues, now available on Amazon!

TEXAS HAIKUS by Jeff Callaway


A beer bottles break

Reverberates memories

Down Tin Can Alley


Inside Tyler’s thighs

Lies the rose that hides inside

The deep Pine Curtain


Blackbird to Athens

With B.P. and Smokey and

Mickey’s green grenades


My nostalgic dream

Like celluloid memories

Gleam the old days gone


Lost in the magic

Of such an ocean as this

Sleepy dark daytrip


The Texas Plate at

Ochoa’s melting in my

Mouth-watering yum


The sound of breaking

Glass down the hallway nightmares

In time hidden deep


Rose thighs, scarlet hair

Eyes stunning, lips fair, do I

Have a prayer? No


Sounds of the past

Lie silent now, No open loud

Hurtful sounds of old


Endless waves rapping

Time lapse dances tidal on

Texas proud beaches


Ethereal highs

Atop Guadalupe Peak

Overlooking all


Hard work, clean livin

Not dancing on the ceiling

Of Speeder Freak Lake


Perusing the beers

Best selections appear at

The Come & Take It


Old skipping vinyl

Spinning On The Road Again

On The Road Again


Texas women are

Best but now All My Ex’s

Live In Texas too!


Texas is beatest

My Henderson County Blues

Sweetest best served stoned


Primitive urges

Swollen natural surging

Horny haunts of old


Long gone tweaked out

Nights in Gun Barrel City

Glad those are over


A lone mockingbird

Perched atop Big Rock

All mocking Eustace


Texas Haikus and

Henderson County Blues seem

To go hand in hand!





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Kara met Kane

one frozen friday night

on Sixth Street in the rain

standing outside of a poolhall

called The Ritz

in wait of a taxi in vain

mixed drinks raced through her brain

like foredoomed freight trains

on a night out with the girls gone insane

with Penny and Jenny and Jane

singing a bluesy refrain

under the Austin, Texas skyline i love

lit all glowing with golden and gray

as life came into focus

the very first time

that Kara laid eyes

on Kane…


to hallucinate

through her mind’s eye

in utter disbelief

the sweetest vision of her future husband

in a white wedding day dream

all of this could be seen

all this marital scenery

with heart shaped candy eruptions

coming right up out of Sixth Street

as Kara conceived

their very own children

like bleached ivory babies

tied to honeymoon balloons

by umbilical strings

with a lifetime of fond memories

as Al Green sings

a two story pink

house with a big red door

and a gold two karat diamond ring

and all of this in just one moment

Kara did magically see

that Kane was the man of her dreams…


back into reality

where he stood outside of a pizza place

just a few feet further down the street

wearing a black leather jacket

and smoking a Swisher Sweet

you could smell the pepperoni

you could smell the anchovies

under the pizzaria awning

drinking a Pepsi

eating thick slices of three cheese

on that drunken misty late friday night

when Kara and Kane

did meet…


skin is symphony

and sugar is sweet

so they made love for six straight weeks

and i swear

you could see it both of their eyes

that never ever in their lives

had they ever felt

oh so alive

and it’s so nice

when life is like a surprise

when love is an effortless sacrifice

you pay the price


for the flesh inside the thighs to flush

Kara and Kane became addicted to that rush

to the injection of just a touch

you can never get enough

one night they had sex on a city bus

Kara went wild as Kane blushed

’cause adrenaline is a drug

and so the next night they bought some guns

and just for fun

they robbed a bank

and went on the run

and it’s all big fun

until the Austin Police come

run Kara and Kane run

’cause The Man is going to want some


and when the levee breaks

here comes the



but first

let me remember her

the way she was

raven haired child of the sun

with creulean eyes

and i can’t lie

even i fantasized

her hyacinth hips hypnotized

her lavender lips never lied

she would’ve made a fine poet’s bride

she was a vixen with verve and her vibrant vibe

she was Venus in a velum of vice

and i’ll never forget what she told me this one night

that everyday is like

the highdive

so you might as well




on Lamar

in Kane’s ‘65 GTO

with the motor roaring and raring to go

they left a blue flame

all the way back to the Colorado

a wake of squad cars, sirens

red and blue lights all a glow

you could here Kara’s .45 Taurus unload

her bullets blazed out the passenger side window

a cop car hit the ditch

another cop car rolled

one cruiser even ran into

a telephone pole

a mushroom cloud of fire explodes

go Kara and Kane go

leave rubber on the road

just like life is the last picture show

around curves

and over hills

over long winding roads






Mount Bonnell

wher mocking birds dwell

as legend tells

of an Amerind princess

and her lover who once fell

from their very own romantic hell

up above a vista view

of such a wide expanse

of both time and land

and from that same mythic peak

so mystic and grand

with gun in hand

Kara and Kane prepared to make

their final stand

even though they knew that

The Man had the upper hand

they still had a plan

and so as long as they had those cops out ran

and as they waited for the police to arrive

they made sweet love on that mountain side

as if they had not a thing to hide

from this cruel world

or that night sky

and as the sirens began to wail and cry nearby

as they stood naked surrounded by sky

on that rocky precipice

Kara gave Kane just one last kiss

at the approach of those

combat booted feet

hand in hand

in one lover’s leap

they did jump



© Jeff Callaway

Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway, rocks and shocks the audience at the Going Green Opening Reception at the 211 Gallery in Athens, Texas on February 7, 2015. Music by DJ Smack. Poems include The Greatest Poems of All, Pitt Grill and Hungry Ghost. Filmed by Mags Hill. Edited by Jeff Callaway. Available today on Amazon and Createspace! Texas Outlaw Poet Live At The 211 Gallery Texas Outlaw Poet Live At The 211 Gallery

The ghazal (Arabic/Persian/Urdu: غزل) is a poetic form with rhyming couplets and a refrain, each line sharing the same meter. A ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both the pain of loss or separation and the beauty of love in spite of that pain. The form is ancient, originating in Arabic poetry in Arabia long before the birth of Islam. It is derived from the Arabian panegyric qasida. The structural requirements of the ghazal are similar in stringency to those of the Petrarchan sonnet. In style and content, it is a genre that has proved capable of an extraordinary variety of expression around its central themes of love and separation.

The ghazal spread into South Asia in the 12th century by the influence of Sufi mystics and the courts of the new Islamic sultanates. Although the ghazal is most prominently a form of Dari poetry and Urdu poetry, it is now found in the poetry of many languages on the Indian Subcontinent.

Ghazals were written by Rumi and Hafiz of Persia; the Azeri poet Fuzûlî in the Ottoman Empire; Mirza Ghalib and Muhammad Iqbal of North India; and Kazi Nazrul Islam of Bengal. Through the influence of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832), the ghazal became very popular in Germany during the 19th century; the form was used extensively by Friedrich Rückert (1788–1866) and August von Platen (1796–1835). The Kashmiri poet Agha Shahid Ali was a proponent of the form, both in English and in other languages; he edited a volume of “real Ghazals in English”. Ghazals were written by Moti Ram Bhatta (1866 – 1896), the pioneer for Ghazal writing in Nepali language.[1]

It is common in ghazals for the poet’s name (known as takhallus) to be featured in the last verse (a convention known as the maqta). (from Wikipedia)

Here is a ghazal written by, Texas Outlaw Poet,  Jeff Callaway, titled “Hungry Ghost.”



by Jeff Callaway


She was gone when I needed her the most

of all. My love it is a hungry ghost


to haunt the halls of my hearts home as I

fall. My lonesome call is a hungry ghost


song. She’s gone for real. And an appetite

that cannot be filled is a hungry ghost.


My heart is a black hole. My heart is burnt

toast. A neutron star is a hungry ghost.


She awoke deathwatch beetles in me for

spite. It’s not right. Night is a hungry ghost.


And so tonight I fly with my giant

white gossamer wings like a hungry ghost.


And so tonight I float a drunken boat

on a lone sea that is a hungry ghost.


Tonight I fight inside myself to hope

she might return to burn a hungry ghost.


I miss her the most. I miss her the most.

I miss her so much like a hungry ghost.


with a million dreams of her leaving me

alone in bone, I am a hungry ghost.


A hungry ghost. I am a hungry ghost.

Boo! Jeff Callaway is a hungry ghost.



©Jeff Callaway

Many of Texas Outlaw Poet Jeff Callaway’s multi media renderings of beer bottles will be on an extended stay up at the amazing 211 Gallery in the cultural epicenter of East Texas, the historic ATHENS, TEXAS! If you would like to come take a peek, there you will find them well hung. Come on out and take a gander at them whenever gallery hours allow!

Thursday, 11:00 am to 5:00 pm
Friday, 11:00 am to 5:00 pm
Saturday, 9:00 am to 5:00 pm

211 Gallery

211 N. Palestine,
Athens, Texas

Texas Outlaw Poet, Jeff Callaway, is included in an anthology with Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and William S. Burroughs, as well as many other amazing beat Texas writers of today and the past!

“Many of the major Beat writers of the 1950s and 1960s had a fascination with Texas. They spent time there, traveled around the state, wrote there. And left a legacy among the Texas writers they met as well as those influenced by reading the original Beats. This anthology includes both well-known Beat writers and writers who are currently in the process of making names for themselves with their publications.”

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