Read More: A brief interview with Ted Jean
Three Proximate Sonnets
I
leap year sonnet
lift your arms to open the sky
bend your knee to enclose the sea
i can give you nothing
you can give me nothing
i accept
work become worthless
our once beloved house
but your breath, your mouth near
your encircling arms
i accept, my love
all the entreaties of others
the tedious trajectory of night into light
but the tilt of your head
in the arc of your arm
i accept, my love, i accept
II
spiegel im spiegel
rain glitter through street light
neon bar sign in gutter puddle
lover’s dodgy gaze
Ben feels like sight
registers just behind his eyes
possibly persuasive
streaming window lens
purple curve of wet wild iris
uplifted arms and lowered lids […]
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III
wavelength
the fancy radio my wife gifted
into my simple pickup
has finally died
despite all manner of punching and twirling,
little instrument won’t rouse,
nor even static startle, and
the bright digital time sign has flown […]
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A carpenter, Ted writes, paints, and plays tennis with Amy Lee. Nominated twice for Best of the Net, and twice for the Pushcart Prize, his work appears in Beloit Poetry Journal, PANK, Spillway, DIAGRAM, American Journal of Poetry, and dozens of other publications. His first chapbook, Desultory Sonnets, won the 2016 Turtle Island Poetry Prize.
Read More: A brief interview with Ted Jean