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: You know what comes right after the dark
- 2: When you turn a solemn promise to a blatant lie
- 3: If one year's backā on my shoulder
- 4: I'm not on my own
- 5: I wish I grew Annapolis apples up above Fundy Bay
- 6: Kicking a peach pit till I worry it's blue
- 7: I liked you better when you weren't cool
- 8: Oysters, shards of glass from the sea
- 9: Your best won't be enough when you're thrown to the fire
- 10: Do you like tying knots in things?
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