Jerry Ward's Blogspot

LUNAR   INFLUENCE #1 I live in metaphor as day lives in night, work, make minor miracles when I pray so as not to plague you with evil thoughts as if I were a paragon of American insanity. #2 She claimed to be Adam's mate and rib but made skin sin in their crib Begged no pardon in the rose garden as she gulped forbidden knowledge In a moment of fatal curiosity she serviced demons everywhere. Jerry W. Ward, Jr.                             April 4, 2020

A FOOL'S DAY "Triage the golden misrule of law." From The Obsidian Anthology of Fear [[It]], a paragon of genders and genres   never invented, [[is]]. Isn't   a four-cornered mouth a perfect allegory of treason murdering reason, the cruel politics of poetry as a supreme image? Perhaps coronavirus and another omens have come to beam the anthropocene through impeachment of space, or a verdict of time. [[It]], a sacred gift from elsewhere, [[is]]. At last we are free to admit we never knew what death really is. Jerry W. Ward, Jr.             April 1, 2020