I’ve a new poem on MacQueen’s Quinterly. Here it is:
Showtime
My brother would light up a room— take the spotlit stage and turn wake to party. I marveled at our differences. I learned, early on, that all knowledge came from books and lectures in chalky classrooms my brother would have none of. What alien universe had hosted his birth? Bequeathing him a perfect pitch for human interaction. And yes, he made a mash of life— enamored of girls and gangs and guns and stuff you smoked or snorted. His parole officer was with us so often she seemed a member of the family. But, we forgave him all that, welcomed his easy charm and sat back— ready to enjoy the show.
Congrats! McQ’s is a great journal. Hoping to send them some stuff soon, as the writing is starting to happen again. Fingers crossed!
m
PS – your brother is a terrific muse – hope wherever in the universe he is, he knows!
m
Mary Rohrer-Dann
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
Mary Oliver “The Summer Day”
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thanks Mary. I’m glad to hear you’re writing again.
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