in dog obedience class…
for once,
my little Abby
did everything right.
for once,
she didn’t
bite, jump or pull.
this time
she paid attention
and sat and stayed
and came
and listened…
just like
all the other dogs.
i can’t tell you how much
i hated that.
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Epic Rites Press proudly announces the release of DOING CARTWHEELS ON DOOMSDAY AFTERNOON by John Yamrus, DEAD RECKONING by Todd Moore, LAUGHING AT FUNERALS by David McLean, and CRUDELY MISTAKEN FOR LIFE by Wolfgang Carstens.
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DOING CARTWHEELS ON DOOMSDAY AFTERNOON | By John Yamrus | 117 pages | $15.50 | Epic Rites Press
John Yamrus’ doing cartwheels on doomsday afternoon is the work of a realist. Doomsday, for Yamrus, happens when you are unable to laugh at yourself, at the small everyday tragedies that riddle our tiny existence, when you [...]
they’re winning, you know…
their forced,
fake,
academic poetry
is slowly winning the day…
not because it’s better…
because
it’s safe.
it gives them a formula
to work with…
a rack
to hang their thoughts on.
there was a time,
once,
when i thought
i’d manage
to pull them over
to the dark side,
but they wouldn’t
take the bait.
they’re
smarter than i thought.
now,
i work the poems,
sticking my head up
every now and then,
to take
a [...]
i never thought i’d
end
this way.
chronic pain
24/7.
it
hurts to move, it
hurts to sit, it hurts
to breathe.
that wasn’t supposed
to be me.
i expected to be
hitting my 60s
fully formed
as the crazy old guy
who hit all
the elevator buttons
and ran.
never,
no way
did i
expect
for this
to happen.
but that’s
okay.
you
play the hand
you’re dealt.
besides,
inside
i still am
that
guy
i wanted to become.
and whoever’s
responsible
for that other thing…
you and i
gotta talk.
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