Jonathan Minton at Word For/Word has added a complete Mourning & Melancholia run-through, "We Warned You," in issue 38 and I'm glad.
Blog originally designed for the cruelest month, when I scratch out a poem a day. Now also a repository for my matters poetry. (Ab Chaos Poesis riffs on James Joyce's joke on the catholic motto, ab chaos ordo.) (No relation to the metal band which is top fifty results of a 2020 google search to check the Latin.)
05 February 2022
17 September 2021
Saturn:
Saturn is everything, but I snagged a little corner of him in a poem that Ekphrastic Review ran last week:
They would dub his the Golden Age
which he'd predicted and molded
but didn't contemplate.
Even gods can’t quite imagine their ends.
Even now, as usual, I can't help but re-write:
They would dub his age Golden / as he'd predicted and molded / but didn't see whole...
Hmmmm.
/ but never saw whole
/ but didn't fathom...?
Good afternoon.
09 June 2021
My poem on adjunct teaching, medieval nuns, and finance is up on Juked
I'm pretty happy that Juked make a space for this poem which probably has a very limited audience....
When summer approaches, adjunct teachers worry about money
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imagine this (or at least consider) I’m Clare of Assisi & I’ve got a little convent
in 1227 so petitioning Greg 9 (pope) for “the one thing that is necessary”:
privilege of a possession-free world
pope’s opposed since such a world is bad for consumer capitalism kidding!
fears empty-bellied women doing good will upset soup carts then there’s Francis
already in Assisi
famed for his hunger games