New poem, “Midsummer Threnody,” in the latest Hawk & Whippoorwill.
This is, more correctly, a very old poem — written a decade ago, submitted nine years ago, moments before H&W went on long-term hiatus.
The hiatus is over. And so is my old approach to poetry. Free verse is tolerable, and can even be occasionally good, if you look at it as not poetry but prose — lazy prose.
It’s the solstice, and I know that genres are shifting their bearing.