Polemic in FragmentsDan Paquette
You and I have courted, even clung
to the run of the ‘isms, to the essences
of numerous ‘ologies and sacred canons.
Still have a calling? No, you are not chosen; none
under the sun are chosen—none. The Great Chain
didn’t; the Great Chain of Being isn’t.
Three writers—writers of scripture
stumble into a bar,
stumble into each other.
“It’s a miracle!” cries one.
“Embarrassing,” mutters the second.
“Gin and tonic,” says the third.
Like them, I’m with you for a round, and two
or three run-on sentences. If you must concoct
a rebuttal, please nest it in a country western song,
sprinkle in God’s Special Plan, no. 955 or 599;
For God so loved the squirrels, no, the shales; don’t
form a line; it’s to no avail, God
is a geologist (it all makes sense now), perpetually
preoccupied with rock, or is all the time being spent
(and I’m speculating here) on Olympic marmots?
Three Men Walk Into a Bar
Old War Horse
The Ways We Marked Endings
The Run of Us
Ronit Feinglass Plank
A Foreign Language
Polemic in Fragments
The Love of Death
On Its Way to Some Long Fable
Ellen McGrath Smith
Angels in the Wind
Maureen Alsop Joshua Gottlieb-Miller
Polar Bear Perils
The Morning after My Wedding
Here and Here and Here