April 2022 -- A Distant War

  March 2022 -- Dreams

  February 2022 -- Sundae Worship

  January 2022 -- Pandemic Polemic

  December 2021 -- Shadows

  November 2021 -- The Conceit of Immortality

  Nov 2019-Oct 2021 --  On Break

  October 2019 -- Deck of Lies

  September 2019 - In the Surgery

  August 2019 - The Cousins

  July 2019 -- Chilly

  June 2019 -- The Queen of Malvern

  April-May 2019 -- India/Bhutan

  March 2019 -- Swatting Gnats

  February 2019 -- To My Valentines, Past and Future

  January 2019 -- I'll Never Say Goodbye

  December 2018 --  Grandpa

  November 2018 -- Meditation

  October 2018 -- Benediction

  September 2018 -- Passages

  August 2018 -- Feeding the Beast

  July 2018 - One Can Have Knowledge...

  June 2018 -- The Unsinkable Molly Drown

  May 2018 -- Advice to my Grandson

  April 2018 -- Awaiting Idunn

  March 2018 -- Flight

  February 2018 -- Lakesong

  January 2018 -- Schrödinger's Cat

  December 2017 -- Daybreak

  October 2017 -- Night Watch

  September 2017 -- The Princess

  August 2017 - Pelham

  July 2017 --  Siena

  June 2017 -- Loyal, Straight, and True

  May 2017 --  A Thousand Flowers

  April 2017 -- Oboe Rap

  March 2017 - March Madness

  February 2017 -- The Cost of Doing Business

  January 2017 -- Reflection at a Winter Window

  December 2016 -- The Creation

  November 2016 -- Hemolymph Moon

  October 2016 -- Vortex

  September 2016 -- Do You?

  August 2016 -- Sailing
  July 2016 --  Mulberries
  June 2016 -- Off Tucker Point
  May 2016 -- Unforgettable
  April 2016 -- At Night She Cries

Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff.   Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.

May 2022

On the one hand, the news is no better today than it was last month.  Wars large or small continue in thirty countries; climate change is driving extraordinary, destructive weather events around the globe; Truth and Civility have turned in their badges and left Capitol Hill; and Compassion has abandoned many of the State Houses.  Fortunately, there is another hand.  Take a deep breath, look around, and Springtime has returned!  Turn off the television, stream some great tunes from the '60s and '70s, and immerse yourself in the glory of earth's annual renewal.   Flowers are blooming, the bugs are returning, and all is right within our personal space.  So get out and enjoy the day, plant your garden, whistle your favorite tune, then take a break and enjoy the May Poem of the Month:

Where Old Fliers Come to Roost

Poem of the Month

Ancient Eagle Press

                               The Obsequious Poet

The calendar’s reminding me
Of frightening propinquity:
Those deadlines of my own device
Another ego artifice.

Where reruns would, I’m sure, suffice,
It really wouldn’t be too nice,
And saying it is strenuous
Is rather disingenuous.

While you and me and them and us
Would likely raise an awful fuss
If ever we retired too soon
And offered poems too jejune.

So while I watch the gibbous moon 
(That pock-marked silver toy balloon)
I’ll pen just one, not two or three:
Iamb averse to panoply.


   LA /2022