Most pleased to have three prose pieces from my latest writing here. Thank you to Haley for the support given to contributors.

(image by artist and photographer Nick Dormand)

Either arrived
from its mess and hurried away, or sauntered
to this eviscerated demise,

so the signs on that
end-of-October beach – DO NOT WALK HERE TODAY –
were ignored in a dark reverie:

oh festivity / oh
appropriation – is Christmas too long a wait?
Autumn is the Fall as well,

and if climate
can change, so too this celebration
of deaths.

(A beachcomber
was carrying a pumpkin until it exploded,
perhaps.)

Delighted to have two constraint poems at Otoliths here, with my thanks to Mark Young who says of this issue ~ ‘As always, there’s a wide range of material from a wide range of contributors’. I have been reading and enjoying some of that range this morning.

Though the Adélie
defecate a reddish guano, it is not a good
building material,

and more
to the point: the Emperor, Gentoo, Chinstrap,
King, Macaroni,

Southern rockhopper,
Royal and Adélie trump overhead interiors
in Antarctica.

Yet in classic
construction and urban habitation, your Beam,
Suspended, Shed, Cathedral,

Coved, Tray,
Conventional and Coffered reign supreme.
Comparisons pall,

like more can be
lost to nuclear fallout than a government’s
incompetence in dealing

with Covid, or
how there are more cronies than altruism in
free enterprise.

Details and reviews here.

~

That could be a lie.

Truth-elusive (or not) vignettes collected in And I Used to Sail Barges available at The Red Ceilings Press here.

coming outside
to sit in the sun
and all at once
being covered as
a genuine gentle
breeze blows
through the false
acacia and makes
its sudden shower
of real leaves

i want to say
it’s the simple
things and say
this to myself
and only for me
so that no one
else hears how
it sounds in the
drawing out of
an autumnal tree

as when some do
they’ll think all
is fine and good
when instead the
simple things are
less than being
agreed because
writing in this
seasonal way is
a death of irony

~

This is from The Floating Bear small press magazine (1961 – 69), edited by Diane di Prima and LeRoi Jones, and new to me. With thanks to Derek Beaulieu who tweeted this link to free downloads of all of the magazines. This cut-up is from Issue 5, and there are other WB poems as well as a host of contemporaries across the series. I have only started looking through…