impressed by conflicts within the Center East & Ukraine
… When a spider meets one other, it thinks “meals,”
not “pal.” It doesn’t feign or posture
welcome, greet lover or long-lost brother, faux
it seeks the thrills
of a feud
or caress: It merely kills…
Demise is what it does finest.
… & so, within the wider world of humankind, the place names
might be misnomers & humankind itself
an oxymoron, the idylls of affection
nonetheless rank excessive in esteem
whereas males, simply
like phrases, seldom say what they imply: Their merciless video games
incite, divide, deem losers & winners;
but, like spiders, they spin on & on—
with no Finish-or-Beginnings…
However the spider weaves its net to feed:
It claims no dogma, however to breed.
The spider does solely what designed to do, its legacy
a effective precision
of patterned-purpose & order: Males,
alternatively, proudly assume the function of marauder,
typically vexing/ perplexing one another ‘til little is left.
However, mayhem or homicide, theirs is a extra tangled net
of intrigue, mire-&-stress: Man spins for pleasure/for greed
& extra. But, sadly, extra & extra
the Worst of Man is Spider’s Greatest:
Like his darkish fellow predator,
Demise is what he does finest.
—Marlene M. Tartaglione
Listening to Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” on a Wet Day
….Is just not a good suggestion.
Higher to not think about darkish fedoras
And intelligent rhymes in any respect.
Higher nonetheless, stand up and switch it off
And let the room fall to stillness
Apart from the teardrops of rain
On the glass and sills.
Put away the melancholia.
Substitute it with sturdier stuff….
(However nothing comes, nothing in any respect,
Simply wet echoes and chill.)
The music, a dirge in shadow,
Refuses to go away the room and head.
It wails and hums and moans
Lengthy after the disc stops spinning.
So, the previous Canadian will get his want,
And maybe spins some in his grave
Because the phrases rattle and woo ya,
—Stephen J. Kudless
Underneath the Ice
Within the winter, I encompass myself with photos of frogs
statues of frogs, books about frogs, since you by no means see frogs
when it’s 10 under zero, and that’s the time I appear to essentially miss them.
After I go to the zoo, and I see the little poison frogs of their cages
it’s not the identical, as a result of it’s not like seeing a flat-footed toad
sliding down my workplace window in the course of a rainstorm
scrabbling in opposition to the glass as if making an attempt to get in
or after I go to my mother-in-law’s home
within the lifeless warmth of summer time, and discover a tree frog
perched on prime of her doorbell, or spying over the lip of a flower pot.
It’s not a lot that I like frogs, however that I miss seeing them as a result of it’s winter.
It’s not a lot that I miss frogs, however I miss the climate related to them:
the new summer time rains that trigger tadpoles to sprout legs and spring free from the water
the way in which the garden explodes with tiny brown toads after I begin the mower up
the way in which my daughter used to bounce with the frogs she discovered within the again yard,
round and round, like she was some type of fairy story princess
because of this I’m surrounded by immobile surrogates, these harbingers of spring,
all the time, and particularly now.
Shut Up Concerning the Pandemic
Is that this who we are actually? Misplaced
and stumbling via love
I got here throughout a gap whereas misplaced within the depths
Determined and near loss of life I collapsed beside it and commenced to really feel rejuvenated
I thanked it for its refuge and used it to get out
However as soon as out, I used to be now not the identical
I used to be now conscious of this gap
That made all the pieces else appear hole
So I went again down with hopes of plugging it up
To get again to what I by no means knew I had
However after I acquired there I couldn’t carry myself to do it
As a result of ultimately I felt entire once more
So I started visiting it on a regular basis
Til’ each thought I had was of it
Its consolation, its behavior, its loneliness
I began breaking off items of myself and dropping them inside
My job, my buddies, my hobbies, my loves, my hates…
Attempting to suit myself down inside it so I might be nothing however the gap
Till there was extra of me within the gap than out of it
No meals, no water, no breath
Simply me and the opening that I’ve change into
You graze my floor
On full stark show.
To date, 4 squashed snakes,
one grungy coyote trotting the middle of Hillside Avenue,
a single equipment fox frolicking over property traces,
and a classic porcupine waddling up the eponymous hill.
Oh, and also you—the seductive bobcat lounging in a complicated den,
biding time to pounce on me once more.
A lot relies upon upon
that is Simply to Say
that have been in
the crimson wheel
have been glazed
the world previous
in a single day.
of it at the moment.
—J. R. Solonche
irrespective of how promising or pure,
two edges to each sword.
—Paul Anthony Sacca
Dylan in all probability sat right here. Who cares.
Who doesn’t. I might draw one thing
like that man, that man. Perhaps I’ll play
chess with these chess guys lastly. Lastly?
At all times needed to be the one
to play these chess guys. So I do.
Da-rell, oh not Darrel, nope, acquired it.
The birdman is spherical, rotund, a roving
orange of pores and silence. Lumbers in gray
uniform (STAFF) rolling his vinyl
burden, emptying others. He’s jolly although,
sits and reels such as you would suppose. Castles. Perhaps the…whats up
my identify is Fahim, knight to knight six, I’m homeless and endure
from paranoid schizophrenia, sorry man,
pawn to rook three, beard and brown arms
and ink. Perhaps his…my dad and mom appear wealthy, queen to rook 4,
however I don’t know after I acquired in I felt so unhealthy. Bishop
to queen two. Perhaps his insights
on group pigeon conduct are
world class, or his sense of who’s excessive,
who’s not is icy eager, queen to king-two
commerce provided. 4-piece jazz, off-
white ladies on the bench, two pasty Brits, a stoned out
graybeard, shirt unfold, beaded headband, darkish
shades, mouth agape in sun-flecked awe. Queen takes queen.
Now his fingers shifting, beating the floating
tremendous keys. King takes queen. Ooh yeah I ought to learn
On the Street once more. Ooh yeah. Nothing hits
like jazz and the town. Any requests?
Pretty Black Eyes? Ooh yeah. Wins on time. 5 bucks—
When the time comes,
Will we need to take off our masks?
I’m not able to take away mine.
I like that it’s a must to work exhausting
to know my tone, learn my eyes,
surprise if we should always hug,
query if our palms ought to contact,
proceed alongside the trail of not-quite-knowing
which aspect of the wall we stand,
or whether or not we’ll ever be part of forces.
When the veil lifts and we’re all the identical,
I gained’t have the ability to discern how sturdy
you have been throughout the immoral reign
of a maskless face peering out of Pandora’s field.
It makes me consider possibly I don’t want anybody
to make me aware and mouthless.
As of late, I nonetheless dream you sporting a disguise,
darkish eyes squinting, air-kissing my cheeks.