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Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Two Review 2009
Just received my contributor's copies of Two Review 2009--an excellent issue which reflects the editors' mission statement: "All subject matter is considered as long as the attention to craft is high and the language is grammatically strong, syntactically unique, and illuminates in some way the human experience. Writing about the modern world, its inhabitants, and the events that shape them, from the personal day-to-day experiences of work and family life to worldwide events that effect us all, is preferred." You can see a list of the contributors and their domiciles here.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Not So Pedestrian Gadfly under Guise of Country Bumpkin
Now
Look here
You-all
Certified highfalutin'
City-bred dandies,
It's sho 'nuf
High nigh
Impossible, so
Why in tarnation youse tryin'
To outrun a horse-
Fly.
(First published in First Intensity #21, Fall 2006)
Look here
You-all
Certified highfalutin'
City-bred dandies,
It's sho 'nuf
High nigh
Impossible, so
Why in tarnation youse tryin'
To outrun a horse-
Fly.
(First published in First Intensity #21, Fall 2006)
Friday, March 20, 2009
War of Attrition
Looking back
they saw
what wore them
down was not
their in-
constancy,
their constant
frictions,
but how to love,
honor and obey
a life made up
of fictions.
(First published in Kater Murr's Press, 2005)
they saw
what wore them
down was not
their in-
constancy,
their constant
frictions,
but how to love,
honor and obey
a life made up
of fictions.
(First published in Kater Murr's Press, 2005)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Wrath
Unknowingly
Crushed, almost
Suffocated
By my wife's pillow,
The badly
Bruised innocent
Centipede surfaces
And retaliates
And stings her fore-
Head good. She
Springs from deep sleep, strikes back
Blindly this time sees
She finishes the job off
Good.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #14, Autumn 2008)
Crushed, almost
Suffocated
By my wife's pillow,
The badly
Bruised innocent
Centipede surfaces
And retaliates
And stings her fore-
Head good. She
Springs from deep sleep, strikes back
Blindly this time sees
She finishes the job off
Good.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #14, Autumn 2008)
Friday, March 13, 2009
The Weight
Forgive me
Love, for taking
You for granted,
For thinking
You were simply
A given: Above all,
Once and for all,
Thank you
For leaving me
Your presence
In all ways
Unjustly forgiving.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #9, Spring 2006)
Love, for taking
You for granted,
For thinking
You were simply
A given: Above all,
Once and for all,
Thank you
For leaving me
Your presence
In all ways
Unjustly forgiving.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #9, Spring 2006)
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