Very affirming to have a poem in the latest edition of the Lifespan Series from Pure Slush – Loss and exciting to be published with some other family friends including Pip Griffin.
Loss Lifespan Vol. 9
570 pages – to be published February 2024
paperback ISBN: 978-1-922427-36-6
ePub ISBN: 978-1-922427-37-3
Kindle ISBN: 978-1-922427-84-7
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For Loss
Featuring the poetry and prose of Alex Reece Abbott, Carol Adams, Edward Ahern, Tobi Alfier, Dee Allen, Kathleen Aponick, Richard Clarke, Ken Cohen, Sage Cohen,, Flemming George, Declan Geraghty, Gabby Gilliam, JW Goll, Jim Gormley, Ken Gosse, John Grey, Pip Griffin, Betty Naegele Gundred, Chris Hall, Ronald T. Hardwick, Richard Harries, Doug Hawley, Tom Hazuka, Mark Heathcote, Henry, Kathleen Herrmann, Theresa Hickey, Matthe Fiona M. Jones, Kenneth M. Kapp, Colleen Keating, Alan Kennedy, gundo, Judith Shapiro, Pegi Deitz Shea, Emily Shearer, Josh Sherman, Michael Shoemaker, Joan Seliger Sidney, Cheryl Snell, Amy Soricelli, Gail Sosinsky, Adrienne Stevenson, Robin Stratton, Marianne Szlyk, Christopher Tattersall, Phillip Temples, Suzette Thompson, Lydia Trethewey, Lucy Tyrrell, Leo Vanderpot, Linden Van Wert, Donald R. Vogel, Kenneth Wagner, Zhihua Wang, Tony Warner, Kresha Richman Warnock, Alison Wassell, B. D. Watson, Michael Webb, Brian Weston, Lynn White, Thomas Reed Willemain, Jeral Williams, Todd Williams, Russell E. Willis, Allan J. Wills, Mike Wilson, Melissa E. Wong, Anne Harding Woodworth, Stephen Paul Wren, Mantz Yorke and Gary Zenker.
My poem chosen for the Anthology
morning litany the day after
air tastes brittle hits hard
like the head of a nail being pounded
there has been no rain for weeks
earth is dry
leaves dusty and blueish
curl in foetal positions
caught
in a Philip Glass time warp
the antiphon of morning birds
is devoured by an leaf blower
roaring hungrily nearby
the tree out the back sacrificed
because someone said it was dead
lies weeping cut up in small offerings
birds that nested in its knotted hollows
have fled
and i have to look away from
being a witness
away from TV images
Gaza Ukraine Mali Israel
garish glint of metal and concrete mock
new home units towering out of place
the riff of rivulets in Coups Creek muted
in welled-up rock crevices
later leaning into the warm dimpled trunk
of a doyenne of the bush i watch a flock
of spotted pardalotes their tiny pieces of sun
wild and cheerful skittle the morning