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 the clock ticks faster every year
- 2: Cars and trips and maps we ripped
- 3: Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?
- 4: Put your boots on, do they fit you comfortably?
- 5: Left you breathless in the brine
- 6: God knows what indiscretions I committed
- 7: One to sing and one to haul and one to heave me when I fall
- 8: This is what water, wind and time and toil reveal
- 9: We're the ones who stand here now, but many others will again
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