My second chapbook has been published by timglaset
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Evelyn Lau was born 47 days ago today. Here’s a poem…
Cupid was on the prowl. He raised his bow
and aimed his arrow at our table
in a corner of the restaurant, he was a grown man
with the face of a child, pudgy winged body
wrapped in a white garment
more like a toga than the garb of a god.
The foil tip pierced my shoulder
and that was our destiny. A group of girls
leaned forward to watch, faces tilted
and eager, eyes shining with gin,
as if you were the one I sought,
the one lost to hubris long ago. Just one kiss,
Cupid pleaded, even on the cheek is okay.
Everyone was watching and waiting.
It was a harder job than he’d been led to believe,
this business of stitching together what was severed,
what never was. The girls at the next table
called our encouragement like a back-up band
of angels, and I could not believe the depth
of their desire for our happiness,
for us to have found each other,
for this to be true. You leaned over
and kissed me, to put us out of our misery,
and the applause rose in the room
along with the winged thing
that flew out of my heart like one of the evils
out of Pandora’s Box when it was opened.
David W. McFadden died today. Here’s a poem…
Three on a Tree
David W. McFadden
Why am I writing
Because they’re not there.
High school wrestling team
Gets fired up when the coach bites
Heads off live sparrows.
Excuse me, darling.
I’m trying to write haiku.
What season is this?
Why do we worry?
We’re merely leaves on a tree.
Let the tree worry.
May Swenson was born 105 years ago today. Here’s a poem…
Jane Kenyon was born 71 years ago today. Here’s a poem…
After Working Long on One Thing
Through the screen door
I hear a hummingbird, inquiring
for nectar among the stalwart
hollyhocks – an erratic flying
ruby, asking for sweets among
the sticky-throated flowers.
The sky won’t darken in the west
until ten. Where shall I turn
this light and tired mind?