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 Twenty-eight
PART TWENTY-EIGHT
NOT BORDERLINE
"I'm not the Lord,
But I AM the lorder.
Shut off our border!
That is an order."
GUTS
"My gut tells me more than my
brain does --
The reason for this is simple:
My gut is the size of a goiter,
My brain is as big as a pimple."
PUTIN IN A PENTHOUSE
"I offered my friend Vlad a no-
rent house
Worth fifty million bucks on top
of my
Hotel in Moscow if he'd let me
build
It there. That never happened.
I 'm not a louse
Because what didn't happen's
not a lie,
It's just a Russian castle in the
air.
"A guy can dream, can't he, and
not be called
A traitor when nothing
happens? When a deal
Falls through? I just like building
walls,
So why should people be
appalled
When I make money from it?
Walls are real,
Not castles in the sky. When
Mammon calls
"I answer, rush to build a well-
meant house
So I can offer Vlad a great
penthouse."
PRONE
Common sense has been
Trumped,
Intelligence dumped,
And General Kelly
Is out on his belly.
KASHOGGI WAS A CUTUP
Kashoggi was a cutup,
But there is no smoking saw,
So he lies here with his butt up
Looking beaten up and raw.
We know the Saudi Crown
Prince
Was the cause behind the
scene,
But there us no smoking saw
Lying where Kashoggi's been.
The reporter was a cutup,
Now he's just some lumps of meat
Trump says we have to swallow
Smiling while we chew and eat,
Fir we can't upset the Saudis,
They are much too damned
important --
They buy our finest weapons
And their oil must be imported.
Yes, Kashoggi was a cutup,
And the Saudis Trump the law,
So he lies here with his butt up
For there is no smoking saw.
HAVING A SMOCK
Now and then Trump likes to have a smock,
And then he taps his keg, turns on his cock.
DISGUSTION
We watched Schumer and Nancy Pelosi
Have a disgustion with Bela Lugosi.
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