by Terry Trowbridge
In a breeze that pattered south me and you lay cheek to mouth A cloudy meow and sooty paws lightly alit with careful claws “Such” I said, “Needles curl up with you, when you’ve kicked me out for being too blue.” __________________________ *After John Millington Synge’s “In May” https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-may-7/
Terry Trowbridge’s poems have appeared in The New Quarterly, Carousel, subTerrain, paperplates, The Dalhousie Review, untethered, Quail Bell, The Nashwaak Review, Orbis, Snakeskin Poetry, M58, CV2, Brittle Star, Bombfire, American Mathematical Monthly, The Academy of Heart and Mind, Canadian Woman Studies, The MathematicalIntelligencer, The Canadian Journal of Family and Youth, The Journal of HumanisticMathematics, The Beatnik Cowboy, Borderless, Literary Veganism, and more. His lit crit has appeared in Ariel, Hamilton Arts & Letters, Episteme, StudiesinSocialJustice, Rampike, and The/t3mz/Review.
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