Crass Acrostic for Classy Times

Stuart Ross (total sell-out) is curating an open series called 2017 Inaugural Poem. All poems must follow a certain form, which even clever and erudite readers will deduce.

It started up today, and already has poems from local titan Michael Dennis and myself.

Poets: don’t overthink this. Just write one, and send it along. This is the new BENGHAZHI. We need lots of these. Lets all cry and laugh.

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In other news, I’ll have two new poems coming out early in 2017. In January, I will have a poem in Bywords about living in Ottawa’s Lowertown neighbourhood as someone with an MA and an an RRSP. In March, I will have a poem in (parenthetical), the periodical put out by words(on)pages press in Toronto. That one is adapted from one of the poems from my spring writing marathon, but I won’t say which. I’m very happy to be both of these fine mags, both of which have great online presences, and both of which had featured my work once before.

This poem again

Some ask how could we bring a babe into this time
when the North Pole’s a puddle in the dark
but I ask: what will you do with your cat?

The indoor toms and queens; shall they be released?
When the splash pad’s parched and the fountain’s stripped
will you spend a ration for your familiar, or

shall you calculate their age, deem them roughly adult
and set them free? No, I know you like I know me.
We need to make eyes with someone helpless we can help.

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The prompt was cats. We have two cats. Our neighbours have two cats. My sister and her husband, three doors down, have a cat. Ours will be the coziest settlement amidst the fallout.