I was reorganizing my office and going through my old poetry when I came across my Easter poem:
Jesus is a daffodil.
(This photo was taken by Barbara McPherson of a daffodil that we grew in our garden.)
That’s it. That’s the entire poem. It’s not dated but I believe I wrote it several decades ago.
In my pile of Exquisite Corpses ( I published many poems in that magazine, I found a poem by Karl Tierney, whose collection Jim Cory edited (Have You Seen This Man, The Castro Poems of Karl Tierney, from Sibling Rivalry Press). The poem is below.
ROME IN THE AGE
OF JUSTINIAN
Franks to the north,
and Vandals to the south.
Visigoths to the west
and Ostrogoths all around.
But thanks to your rectitude, Justinian,
still no sign of the Vulgars!
You can read a review of Karl Tierney’s book on this blog:
Karl Tierney’s poetry collection airing on This Way Out — #amreading #LGBTQ
To learn more about my novel THEY, a biblical tale of secret genders (published by Adelaide Books New York/Lisbon), click here.
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