From Dark to Light (Larry Rubin)

The winds have forgotten all the rules--

September is their month for storm, and yet

August too could bring debacle now.

I used to run into the rain, cry

Havoc to the whirling sea, enact

The etymology of “hurricane,”

No Lear more vocal in his thundered doom.

Now any month could generate my ghost,

Leaving me a ruptured calendar,

Possessor of a solid spring of sky.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Independence and After (by John Lawson)

Down on the baseball field, where the rednecks of winter
Left deep ruts in the grass of the outfield
Slaloming their four-by-fours at three in the morning,
Engines shrieking their freedom,
Fat-breasted robins now take up positions
At precise intervals along the red trenches
Left by the wheels.
The birds will deprive
Hundreds of earthworms
Of liberty, life, and their blind pursuit
Among the grassroots
Of dirty, and wet, and pink

John DuVal Lawson teaches writing and rhetoric at Robert Morris University in Pittsburgh.  His poems and plays have been published in a variety of print and online venues including Main Street Rag, Public Republic, Paper Street, and UppagusGenerations, a poetry chapbook, was published by St. Andrews University Press in 2007.

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