I\u2019ll take the hard road, I believe I\u2019ll see you there\u2014Bill Callahan<\/p>\n
In the meantime, leaves blaze, fall, as they, like us, are forced to succumb to the relentless cycle to which we all bow.<\/p>\n
October is the fading month\u2014a yearly mien, subtle but constant reminder that the end, of one sort or another, is eventual, and comes to us all.<\/p>\n
This year October came for me, slow as blackstrap molasses. It and I emerge from it bruised by the good fight of refute, stripped of the caul of negation\u2014having lost so much, but knowing that those who burn brightest do not go gently.<\/p>\n
The poems included in this issue have been companions during this reluctant process, David Watts\u2019s \u201cPiece of Bone,\u201d has infused the marrow of my grief, a healing reminder that memory is the chaste, and the strongest bond. In her \u201cLast Road.\u201d Cheyenne Nimes provided sustenance in her lovesome list of lost objects \u201cnarcotic hair\u2026 [w]ind & dust on the radio\u2026bridges & promenades\u201d\u2026and \u201c[p]omegranate seeds\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
And Cyrus Armajani\u2019s \u201cArgentine ants,\u201d reminded me, in their infinite
\nwisdom that,<\/p>\n
\u201cnothing stops\u2026things from happening.\u201d<\/p>\n
I am grateful to the 13 writers who have generously populated
\nthese ethereal internet pages with the chronicles of battle
\nagainst the beasts of loss, lust, lament, and life. Their words have been
\na dear ossuary, in which I rested, and licked my wounds, until I was ready to return to the ring.<\/p>\n
Jenine Guerriere, renegade-sister, kind friend to the forsaken
\nand forgotten, and mother of eight month old Sean, fought.
\nOn September 13th, 2010 she took her fight on the road\u2014
\nthis issue of Full of Crow Poetry is dedicated to her.<\/p>\n
J, I\u2019ll see you on that road, this time \u201cno cyclone of stones,
\nno thorns to remove from our hair,\u201d just the nostalgia of
\nhappiness when the hard road is traveled with a good friend.<\/p>\n
MK<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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