the propriative actby David McLeana poem is a propriative act that tenders love for the fatuous dust, childish Ereignis that knows nostalgia it holds enowned like a child. elided the time that steals days away and enfolded the harmless babe in arms who charms us thus; yet i prefer Dichtung about drugs, and suchlike disgusting stuff, the gramme that interests me is not deciphered but snorted, and philosophy has bored us quite enough ©David McLean David McLean is Welsh though he has lived in Sweden since 1987. His chapbooks are available, one a free download at Whyvandalism.com. The other, in print, can be ordered at http://www.erbacce-press.com/#/davidmclean/4527659941. His full length poetry collection can be found at Whistling Shade Press called Cadaver's dance. It can be ordered on alibris.com or on amazon.com. A second book of 128 pp is coming from Erbacce-press in August, pushing lemmings. A self-published book of 109 pages is available at Lulu called eating your night. McLean has written 600 poems now in, or forthcoming, in over 250 magazines online and/or in print. Details are at his blog at htpp://mourningabortion.blogspot.com. |