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Hey, look. Flapperhouse is featuring “5/15/1984,” one of my two poems from their Summer 2015 issue.
“Galápagos” was partly inspired by an article I read last year about Harriet, Charles Darwin’s Galápagos tortoise, who died in Australia in 2006. Yes, 2006.
The magazine will be available in print soon, but you can find the online issue here. (I’m on page 24.)
Check it out, lit-mongers. My poems “5/15/1984” and “Red Planet” are in the Summer 2015 issue of Flapperhouse.
I’m smack in the middle of reading my copy now, and as is always the case, there’s some excellent work in this issue. And I haven’t even gotten to my pieces.
(I’m on pages 39 and 40, by the by.)
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky
Unless, of course, the day is hot,
In which case I’ll have found a spot
Indoors to keep me nice and cold
Or else I’ll die!
You might think me a lazy lot.
That’s as may be, but I’m the chap
Who’s having a cool, relaxing nap.
It’s unbelievable that one-hundred years ago today, Austria-Hungary declared war on Serbia, effectively setting World War I in motion.
Here’s one of my favorite poems from that era, from a young British soldier named Wilfred Owen.
Anthem for Doomed Youth
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.