After the Tornado

After the Tornado

The barn had been old but with a good roof,

until the tornado came through

and peeled the

   roof back

    on one

    corner,

      like

       a

                 curious

 giant wanting

   to see inside.

Copyright

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(c) 2013 William H. McCann, Jr. All Rights Reserved.

Poor Halligan

Poor Halligan

Halligan, full of pit bull energy,

bounds off the porch

to issue a happy, “Hello”

to the rafter of wild turkeys just yards away.

Panicked  turkeys scatter.

Some fly down the hill

landing in tree tops,

to hide behind leaves.

Others coast further on wind currents,

landing safely

in more dogless-climes.

New Preservation Method Demonstrated in Kentucky

New Preservation Method Demonstrated in Kentucky!

A middle aged, gray-haired man

driving highway speeds in

an open-top jeep

in mid-December, 

(while wearing neither helmet nor cap)

was observed demonstrating a way to

cryogenically preserve one’s brain

for future generations.

Country Traffic Jam

Country Traffic Jam

It’s an instance,

when twenty-five or thirty is too fast.

I slow,

            Then stop.

Along and across the road

Are

            One

Two                             Three

            Four                             Five

Bobbing heads

Attached to fluff balls

            From which protrude

                        Pipe cleaner legs

Mother turkey flutters and ruffles her feathers

            And takes off

                        Scurrying her little ones off the road and into high weeds.

In moments they are gone

            And I hurry along my way

                        With White Rabbit urgency.

Write Club and the origins of a poet and his blog

Earlier this year, Jeanine and I started going to a writing group--the Write Club--in Cynthiana, KY at the Cynthiana-Harrison County Public Library. The group meets once a once a week at the Library's Annex three Mondays a month from 6:00 pm to about 8:00 pm. The third Monday of each month we meet at Biancke's Restaurant, about a block from the Library, on the same side of the street. You're more than welcome to join us.

So anyway, if we were going to be going to this writing group I wanted to write something other than plays. I already belong to a group--Kentucky Playwrights Workshop, Inc.--that supports my efforts to develop as a playwright. So I have been writing and working on my poetry for Write Club.

I've sent my poetry out to a pretty decent variety of literary journals--I think somewhere north of eight and south of twenty. But no one seems to think much of them; they couch it much more diplomatically, of course: "We're sorry, but your poems do not meet our editorial needs at the present time."

Of course, it is possible that if I rotate my poems around enough and send them out over and over to different journals, one day--like someone hitting the lottery--I might experience the joy of having a poem or two published or (drum roll, please) I could start a blog and share my poetry whether they ever get published or not.

I have chosen to start a blog.