I have to admit I’m just really behind the deadline eight-ball again, but still, I also wanted to cleanse myself and the blog of last week’s rant, so . . .
It’s hard for me to even believe that at one time I actually wrote poetry, and it’s even harder to believe that some of it was published. Here are two that I always liked, for old time’s sake, and as an example of the fact that you can write fantasy but don’t have to only write fantasy. The first was published in a magazine that only published poems that were thirteen lines long. The second in a very cool magazine I wish was still around, like they wished mine was—it isn’t.
In the midst
For some time.
Originally published in Thirteen, Vol. VII, No. 2, January 1989
Ken Stone, Editor
LOST LITTLE LOST
wonderful wasp wispy smoke sister one left tonight gone gones
gone below aground beneath beneath under underneath
someone goes and someone comes and someone stays and it’s all the
same and it’s all the same and it’s all the same and it’s all the
and look at me in this
look at me
little lost goats going flowing left right gone to hell go to
hell to hell with you.
Originally published in Slipstream #10, 1990
Robert Borgatti, Livio Farallo, and Dan Sicoli, Editors
That was twenty-five years ago, it was at least that many lifetimes, but hell, I should start writing poetry again.