In my previous post, I discussed how I discovered three poems of mine were published when a friend saw them on the ‘Zine’s Web site. Here are the surprisingly published poems. Seasonal Affective had already been published in this Blog, but here it is again. Somebody liked it.
I am made of syllables and sounds,
Of word and tone and clarity of voice,
Caught by curious rhythms I set down.
Given what I hear, I have no choice.
“Feeling Okay?” His Caretaker Asked In The Access-A-Ride Car
Nothing this disabled man would eat,
What the broken mind beside me has.
At least it doesn’t stink, the bag
He dips into, retrieving gulping chunks.
When he asks his care-companion’s name,
I hear the fracture in his voice.
I write and he eats lunch—
Between we damaged, who is better off?
Improving the texture of the day
Takes more than simply getting stoned:
Needs circus colors’ ambience and sounds,
With shiny and the glitter in array,
Some clowning props to set the tone,
Then listen as the laughing things rebound.
Section 8 is defunct and is the third magazine, Screech Owl, Bijou Review and now 8, who went under after publishing me. Is there a Blaustein curse, run my work and then go under?
No, no. The other five’Zines who’ve published me are still there. So far.