IN COLD AND LONELY MARCH

March must be endured,
the lover intent on leaving
but not yet sharing her plans

for even during a warm embrace
she looks over her shoulder
to be sure of her escape

and we barely dare dream of April
tho’ on St Patrick’s day
we plant radishes and peas

an act of defiance and faith
and proof we have not surrendered
to cold and lonely March.

The Problem With Political Poems
I wrote a poem in 1998 which referenced the Kosovo War but a friend of mine – also a writer – advised me to omit the reference. “In twenty years, no one will know what you’re writing about,” he said. I think his advice was sound and I have largely avoided politics in my poems since then, but occasionally the provocation is too large to resist.

THE STATE OF OUR UNION

The unvaccinated crowd cheers
as the Congresswoman from Georgia
repeats the words they love to hear:
the federal government has no right to dictate
how a state burns its witches.

BONUS MATERIAL: A Movie Review

EMILY: written and directed by Frances O’Connor; starring Emma Mackey as Emily Brontë
Rating: 4 tabs of Melatonin. A real snoozer!
Targent Audience: MFA candidates and dramatic teenagers.
In One Word: Overwrought.
One Sentence Plot Summation: A strange young woman struggles to find her place in the world.
Worst Moment: Emily Brontë and her brother shouting “Freedom in thought!” from the top of a hill, then twirling about deliriously before collapsing to the ground in self-satisfied delight. While that was perhaps dramatic in Victorian England, it has not aged well.
Best Moment: When Emily and the conflicted curate finally give in to their desires although it takes about 10 minutes to unlace Emily’s whale-bone corset, an interlude during which one’s attention begins to wander.
Final Thought: I’ve never read ‘Wuthering Heights’ and now I never will.

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