Archives
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