Black Pears Are Tasty

I recently received my copy of Pear Noir! #1, featuring my poem, "The Last Night of Winter." It's a very nicely produced, perfect-bound journal, containing an eclectic mix of poetry and fiction. The editor was even kind enough to highlight my contribution in his introductory note!

Unfortunately, the contents are not online, but if you'd like to order a copy, you can visit their site. Not everything in the issue is to my taste, but you're sure to find some work that you enjoy, in addition to having the satisfaction of supporting a fledgling journal of high quality.

Funneling the Muse

I happened to hear the word "funnel" yesterday and for some reason it stuck in my consciousness. I decided to give it to myself as a prompt a la One Word. As I was on the Metro on the way to Greenbelt to see my sons, the association with geese flying occurred to me and the rest came together on the bus.

Funnel

A flock of geese
funnels down the sky
aiming vaguely southward
though it's late winter and
an ashy scrim of clouds
spits cold drops mixed
with bits of ice
that stick in my hair
while I'm waiting
for a bus far from home
and the wind slices
at my coat.
Nevertheless my eyes
follow the V of geese
until long after they
have disappeared.

Funnel any comments to me at your convenience.