I don’t have relationships,
the old drunk explained
with surprising wisdom,
I take hostages.
The next VP posts will go live on Tuesday, December 14, with a meditative poem about light and dark by Baron Wormser and a passionate essay about violence against women by Sarah Lahm. You don’t want to miss the work of these two gifted writers.
One of my first mentors was Mac McInerny, an old farmer who hired me when I was 16 to work in his greenhouse and to do handyman repairs for his friends. We drove around town in his beat-up pickup truck delivering gravel and lumber, fixing roofs and planting trees.
Virtual Book Launch! “Nightjar” by Michael Simms, w/ Gerry LaFemina, Gail Langstroth, and Sharon Fagan McDermott — Today!
Poet and classical scholar Rachel Hadas notes that the poems “recall the darkly vatic voice of Brecht’s late lyrics. Yet, Simms always sounds like himself: plainspoken, intimate, vulnerable, courageous.”
fine white strands
of mycelium reach
into the cells of the woody stalk
and hard husk of sunflower
it is sacred, the way
soil clinging to the seed
of a new shoot
pushing out of the earth
I can sing the song if you like,
Go on about the going, the work,
The desperate unendurable days….
Imagine being so in love
The mistakes you make
Keep you on the ground
Imperfect and happy
‘Having started out as a painter I’ve never lost the sense that I’m working on something that has a tangible existence, separate from my own, and that what matters most isn’t content but the expression of it.’