The Virginia Quarterly Review "The Mutable Past," a memoir collected in FANTASEERS, A BOOK OF MEMORIES by Lewis Turco of growing up in the 1950s in Meriden, Connecticut, (Scotsdale AZ: Star Cloud Press, 2005).
The Tower Journal Two short stories, "The Demon in the Tree" and "The Substitute Wife," in the spring 2009 issue of Tower Journal.
The Tower Journal A story, "The Car," and two poems, "Fathers" and "Year by Year"
The Tower Journal Memoir, “Pookah, The Greatest Cat in the History of the World,” Spring-Summer 2010.
The Michigan Quarterly Review This is the first terzanelle ever published, in "The Michigan Quarterly Review" in 1965. It has been gathered in THE COLLECTED LYRICS OF LEWIS TURCO/WESLI COURT, 1953-2004 (www.StarCloudPress.com).
The Gawain Poet An essay on the putative medieval author of "Gawain and the Green Knight" in the summer 2010 issue of Per Contra.
The Black Death Bryan Bridges' interesting article on the villanelle and the terzanelle with "The Black Death" by Wesli Court as an example of the latter.
Seniority: Six Shakespearian Tailgaters This is a part of a series called "Gnomes" others of which have appeared in TRINACRIA and on the blog POETICS AND RUMINATIONS.
Reinventing the Wheel, Modern Poems in Classical Meters An essay with illustrations of poems written in classical meters together with a "Table of Meters" and "The Rules of Scansion" in the Summer 2009 issue of Trellis Magazine
Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part Seventeen
THE GREATEST
I lead the world’s most greatest nation,
And I have signed more legislation
Than any President before me
Because not signing bills would bore me,
That’s why my friends are all dumb clucks
And dorks, and I own herds of ducks —
I sign the bills of any birds
That Congress brings me from my herds.
WORRY WART
My list of worries never fades:
I fret about the chambermaids
In my hotels in the Everglades --
All Haitian immigrants have AIDS.
ISIS-fostered domestic raids
Worry me, the guy who wades
The Rio Grande and invades --
All Haitian immigrants have AIDS.
Those citizens sporting darker shades
Of skin, one who invades
From Elsewhere, can’t get passing grades --
All Haitian immigrants have AIDS.
The foreign trader who wants fair trades,
Disloyal Oval Office aides --
I wish they all would go to Hades
Like Haitian immigrants with AIDS.
DIALOG
"Trump the chump, Trump the chump --
He has committed treason."
"Manafort, Manafort
Has lost his job and reason!"
"Trump has met with Russian spies!
We should lance his boil!"
"Manafort's the pig that flies --
Man, is he disloyal!"
"Chain Trump up, lock him down,
Throw away the key!"
"Manafort's an evil clown,
He doesn't worry me."
TRUMPET CALL
I had a situation where I didn’t learn English,
But I had a remuneration where I was very smart,
So I became a genius as soon as I was born,
And then I taught my self how to fart.
There was a class that I had to read a page,
So that was way beneath my present situation,
That was, you know, why I have Sessions
To tend to my legal fluctuation.
I’m not being an object of investigation
By anyone it’s just getting in the way
Of letting me do whatever I want
For the American people
Who elected me by many millions no matter what they say.
STABLE GENIUS
I’m a very stable genius,
Yes a very stable genius,
A stable genius-type is what I am,
I’m a winner, not a loser,
Not an also-ran or loser,
I’m a curser and accuser — I’m The Man!
I’m a pussy-grabbing winner From my breakfast to my dinner,
I’m a Christian, not a sinner, yes I am!
I’m a very stable genius
When it comes to hamburg menus,
I can down a burger any time at all,
In my bedroom, in the bathroom,
all I need’s a bit of headroom, I can even eat a burger in the hall!
I’m a very stable genius
When it comes to hamburg menus,
I’m a winner not a loser, that’s for sure!
I’m a pussy-grabbing Christian
And I’m on my biggest mission
To remain so from now on forevermore!
SHITHOLE NATIONS
Close the ports and airfields!
Close those border stations
And build that frigging wall!
We don’t want dusky maidens
And big black bruiser buggers
From all those shithole nations
Clogging up our sewers —
Send us some Norwegians,
Some Danes and Swedish blondes—
Send them here in legions,
We’ll accept them all!
But we don’t need no Cajuns
No half-breeds short or tall,
Eating up our rations,
No slime from shithole nations!
COLLUSION
There is no collusion,
There is no collusion,
There’s lots of confusion,
But there’s no collusion
With anyone Roossion —
That’s just an illusion.
There was no collusion,
Excuse my intrusion,
But there’s no collusion,
I’ll drink an infusion
If there was collusion —
Jump to no conclusion!
There was no collusion,
That’s just an illusion,
Fake news, a delusion!
There was no collusion,
There is no collusion.
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