My poem "Colonial" has been accepted by Mithila Review. There's a strange chime of timing: I wrote it last spring during the protests when the federal government had just designated anti-fascism a form of terrorism, as opposed to the patriotism of attempted coups. The longer fuse was the information about my ancestry which had come to light the previous fall, namely that all my life I had been used to thinking of myself as descended from immigrants on the margins and suddenly there was a recognizable name on the rolls of the Massachusetts Bay Colony in 1636. It does not change my responsibilities to this country's present and future, but it is the reality of the past. I am very pleased that the poem will have this home, especially now.
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- 1: And there's this all-night garage and the 7-Eleven
- 2: So Krishna stole the butter, did he?
- 3: ?פֿאַר װאָס זאָל איך אײַך געבן דירה-געלט אַז די קיך איז צעבראָכן
- 4: You brought me back a lemon and you squeezed me tight
- 5: I was never there, I only read the book, I only saw the film
- 6: Here we are half-awake
- 7: We just want to go to a stately home built in the Georgian style
- 8: Sit thee down and put them on
- 9: My life's a crooked mess of things I've broken with my head
- 10: A second flood, a simple famine, plagues of locusts everywhere
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