Friday, October 16, 2020

Mike James


Ted Berrigan’s Sonnet I, Erased


      sleeping hands
                                    which play
        for warmth


still

      among

            sleeping
                                  fragments




Ted Berrigan’s Sonnet II, Erased

  
              hello

     books



     the day is bright
 feminine
         the sun      up



                          late to work
                                        I should know better


Mike James makes his home outside Nashville, Tennessee and has published widely. His many poetry collections include: Red Dirt Souvenir Shop (Analog Submissions), Journeyman’s Suitcase (Luchador), Parades (Alien Buddha), Jumping Drawbridges in Technicolor (Blue Horse), First-Hand Accounts from Made-Up Places (Stubborn Mule), Crows in the Jukebox (Bottom Dog), My Favorite Houseguest (FutureCycle), and Peddler’s Blues (Main Street Rag.) He served as an associate editor of The Kentucky Review and currently serves as an associate editor of Unbroken. 


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