Three Poems by Andrew Cyril Macdonald

 

A lost verve shelters the tone

 

A lost verve shelters the tone

memory acclaims in,

holds onto years the heart

its thief pretends for

so that what turns it keeps

for un-dead movement

the body makes labour.

It is not to be got wrong

or make for atonement

but shift in that unruly hunger

too bold to have it scrawled

all over these books writ deep

for naked kindling

then burning takes care of.

 

 

In it a mortal game wires

 

In it a mortal game wires

the travesty presenting

to say what is its part

if birth amends of

useless what lovelorn breaks

in a blood red fusing

of hard-held treason.

 

 

It’s the happy sky’s abundance

 

It’s the happy sky’s abundance

tears apart for some.

Can’t handle doped radiates

what it in planes of

nether-worlds the mind proposes.

A hallucinogenic in its own

that disk obtrusive

the Nevada, for sure,

more certainly worshipped.

Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the role of inter-subjectivity in poetic encounter. He celebrates the confrontations between self and Other and the challenges that occur in moments of injustice. He is founding editor of Version (9) Magazine, a poetry journal that implicates all things theoretic. You can find his words in such places as A Long Story Short, Blaze VOX, Cavity Magazine, Experiential-Experimental Literature, Fevers of the Mind, Green Ink Poetry, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Nauseated Drive, Otoliths, Synchronized Chaos, Unlikely Stories and more. When not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued cats and teaching a next generation of poets.