Poem titles that start with “and” have a lot to live up too, and the ones featured here do just fine.
On a separate note. If you’re going to address the head poetry editor by first and last name in your submission, I guess it would be detrimental to not know his name, or to spell it wrong. My name is Luis Rivas. Not Louise. Not Louis. Not Rivera.
I mean, you can call me Mr. Fucktard Sanchez Shit Sandwich but if you have awesome words that are arranged perfectly as poetry, then fine, you win. Call me what you want. But if it’s subpar, you’re shit out of luck.
Hey, let’s change it up a bit. What’s everyone’s opinion on making the poetry issue have a new theme each month? Maybe for July we can have poetry on being fired from a job, then for August have a theme on fire/burning things/people. Sounds good?
The Poetry Editors
Lewis Rivera Rodriguez Flores-Magon & Henry Ajumeze
Roads are uncanny. They lead you
to paths strewn with rice, paddy fields
and mud. This is in India. But home is here
and roads reckon that and take you to abyss
of myths: mosques and temples.
Forts and minarets. Somewhere the mast flies.
Somewhere it does not, but roads are omniscient with children
as playthings and hutments as barriers.
Roads then, are forbidden.
They become loquacious and prattle.
The noise is incessant. Only when there is a storm
are silent. And penurious.
Have you heard their lament or the snipers which assail them,
in Iraq, Afghanistan and Egypt?
Mortgage these roads, but don’t banish them into crusades( of war).
You will understand plenitude, volatile war, love and what takes
to make a land, a country, a nation.