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 22
PART TWENTY-TWO
PLAYMATES
I don't want to play in your yard,
You're just too darn mean to me.
I may take the fifth amendment,
You'll just haft-a wait and see.
There is no collusion, nossir,
No collusion anywhere,
No collusion with the Russians,
No collusion here and there!
I don't know a Stormy Pornstar,
Nor a Stormy Weather either,
If my lawyer paid her money
You should ask was he beneath her!
Or you might ask Giuliani,
He should know I would suppose--
He knows stuff I never heard of
Spoken in confusing prose.
There's a guy that I admire!
He says what? That I paid back
To my lawyer Stormy's payoff?
Fire him that Guinea whack!
I RAN CONTRA
I ran Contra to Obama
Who was born in darkest Chad,
Not Chicago or Hawai'i,
To a mixed-up mom and dad.
I ran Contra to the Clintons:
I beat Hillary really bad
Though she got three million more votes
Than I guess I ever had.
Now I get to undo all the
Stuff they did that made them glad....
No collusion! Much confusion!
Wind up Mueller! Sad! So sad!
DONNY TRUMPKIN
Donny Trumpkin, soup on his fly,
Kissed the porn star and made her sigh.
She said when she had cashed her check,
"I'll talk about it...what the heck."
INNOCENCE
Does Donald know the meaning of innocence?
In no sense.
APOLOGY
"The dizzy Disney CEO
Did not apologize to me
For all the nasty stuff they said
About me on their ABC,"
Said Donald when his fan Roseanne
Dropped racist turds upon an aide
Who worked for our last President,
But for the nasty cracks he made
About the Bureau and everyone
In DC that he could despise,
Did Donald Trump take back a tweet
Or look like he'd apologize
To an American or Haitian
Or anyone from a shithouse nation?
TRUMPARDONS
Are you a crooked pal of mine?
I'll pardon you, dear Valentine.
PARDON ME
"I have the right to pardon me
(Though I cannot say 'Pardon me,'
Even when I sneeze or fart --
It's simply not a part of me)."
From MISS PUSSY'S PARLOR SONGS by Claudette McFang.
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