"We Warned You" -- a full M&M run-through -- is up on Word For/Word

 Jonathan Minton at Word For/Word has added a complete Mourning & Melancholia run-through, "We Warned You," in issue 38 and I'm glad. 

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. 

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

     ii

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 

Solastalgia on Refuse: A Journal of Iconoclasms

My "poem" mixes a little #solastalgia (distress caused by degradation of one’s environment) into a lesson plan on strip vs. deep mining designed for Kentucky 3rd-graders  https://refusejournal.com/solastalgia/ 

The whole Refuse journal is fab-thanks @marginatalia Natalia Smirnov who writes:

Is the Refusal Turn something different than the previous turns, something that refuses to pay tribute to the canon and beat its many dead horses? Could this turn, rather than branching fractally off of the original DNA, instead turn on itself, begin to eat and metabolize and decompose its own material, like a cancer, an ouroboros, an auto-cannibal? 

Motherland on What Rough Beast

A poem about the family politics has been up on Indolent Books' What Rough Beast for a while. When I say "family politics," I mean mother's politics, and the poem is called "Motherland." I don't think she'd have survived the last few years. I'm awfully hard on her here, as I often was. No doubt that's why it took me so long to post. It's linked here and begins:

Motherland

Mother was a party girl—volunteered
for Dems, loved her U.S. history—and
I’m sort of a party girl, and yesterday
at a get-out-the-vote phone bank
I spotted her across the room for a split—
just a quick—the old ugliness dropped
away. She must’ve rotted by now, the witch,
but this year friends bring her up. How
she drew us near to argue, debate,
to rap on her principles, her America.
But any fine idea can veer off the path,
a child astray, blue-white disappointment....