Picaroon Poetry - Issue #6 - January 2017
This issue has quite the mix of voices, from adorably sinister to tenderly brutal, deadly serious to charmingly irreverent, and everything in between. Featuring work by Peycho Kanev, Karen Little, Stephen Nelson, Mike Jewett, Belinda Rimmer, Lizzie Holden, Darren C. Demaree, Wren Tuatha, Uma Dwivedi, Mark J. Mitchell, Chris Hardy, Seth Jani, Elizabeth Gibson, Harry Gallagher, Bobbie Sparrow, Stephen Daniels, Kitty Coles, Gareth Writer-Davies, Michael Albright, Richard King Perkins II, Tonya Eberhard, Ann Howells, James Bell, Paul Vaughan, Larry O. Dean, Shadwell Smith, and Rex Davies.
This issue has quite the mix of voices, from adorably sinister to tenderly brutal, deadly serious to charmingly irreverent, and everything in between.
Featuring work by Peycho Kanev, Karen Little, Stephen Nelson, Mike Jewett, Belinda Rimmer, Lizzie Holden, Darren C. Demaree, Wren Tuatha, Uma Dwivedi, Mark J. Mitchell, Chris Hardy, Seth Jani, Elizabeth Gibson, Harry Gallagher, Bobbie Sparrow, Stephen Daniels, Kitty Coles, Gareth Writer-Davies, Michael Albright, Richard King Perkins II, Tonya Eberhard, Ann Howells, James Bell, Paul Vaughan, Larry O. Dean, Shadwell Smith, and Rex Davies.
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Up the Garden Path<br />
Chris Hardy<br />
Straight out with it before<br />
we’d got in through the gate,<br />
Oh I’m alright, had a good Summer,<br />
but he’s left me for<br />
a twenty year old escort.<br />
(And how old’s he we wonder,<br />
how did he manage that except<br />
he’s loaded and will she be alright<br />
in that big house alone?)<br />
I uncharitably speculate on<br />
the other girl’s dimensions,<br />
while she stands in the morning heat<br />
lightly sweating as the sun shines<br />
on her large, unhappy face. I doubt if I<br />
can let it go this time, thinking of him<br />
(we all that instant do) peeling off lycra<br />
after a long bike ride. Now I’ll worry<br />
where he’s been, chafed and niffy,<br />
running to the shower saying<br />
he’ll wash his togs in there.<br />
We pause before her on the path,<br />
an obstacle of sorry anger<br />
that we cannot pass.<br />
She told everyone, we soon discover,<br />
looking for a clue from somebody<br />
who doesn’t have a stake in this affair<br />
maybe – how to pay him back,<br />
and get him back.<br />
Above, birds prepare for Autumn in the trees,<br />
feeding fast and leaving this year’s mate<br />
for flocks that circle in the air.<br />
She steps away and we go by,<br />
very sorry, perhaps he’s ill.
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