I’ve got a poem in the inaugural issue of The Rush, a literary magazine edited by the graduate students at Mount Saint Mary’s University in Los Angeles. This is a poem I’m particularly fond of. It’s a poem about waking up and staying awake. It’s easy to go through life on autopilot, letting others–dummies, cronies, crooks, do-gooders and mean-wellers alike–make decisions for us.
The poem is called Feeble and begins with an epigraph from the mighty William E. Stafford.
Categories: Literature, Poetry
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