that's lifeby David McLeannobody could explain why the sun seemed discontented, as if shining were boring. and words killed children still that morning, as now, as always, though the reluctant light played its daily disaster, the needy cancers of which it dreamed were small and obscene already, the bleeding was the meaning, and all the fathers assembled their deaths, yet, the breath of god was on them, a dog's defecation that traced misty clouds through the poison sky. that's life ©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. |