A long journey;
& you arrive to a
week of rain, that
mistifies everything
you came to see.
Or. Popping into
the shop for some
milk & fruit & come
out with a surprise
poem within an
equally surprised
hand of bananas.
Maybe that’s the
lesson in it, that
the reward has
no relationship to
the effort you put
in. Out of nothing,
something. & out
of long hours spent
slaving over what-
ever hot instrument
you’re currently
operating, nothing but
some burnt crumbs.
..
Mark Young lives in a small town in North Queensland in Australia, & has been publishing poetry for almost sixty years. He is the author of over thirty-five books, primarily text poetry but also including speculative fiction, vispo, & art history. His work has been widely anthologized, & his essays & poetry translated into a number of languages. His most recent books are Mineral Terpsichore & Ley Lines, both from gradient books of Finland, & The Chorus of the Sphinxes, from Moria Books in Chicago. An e-book, The Holy Sonnets unDonne, came out earlier this year from Red Ceilings Press; another, For the Witches of Romania, was recently published by Beard of Bees; & another, a few geographies, will be out later this year from One Sentence Poems.