Featured Poem: The Idiad

The Idiad by Rachel Loden

Shall I write a poem about you

and your epic struggle against stupidity?

Feh. But if the brain is a city

I too have rooms in the swampy part, surrounded by crocodiles.

The monarch butterflies sail down from the Canadian Rockies

to overwinter in Pacific Grove, pair off and fly away;

They bruise me. I get crankier.

If you are coming down through the narrows of the Saugatuck

please text me beforehand,

and I will come out to meet you

as far as Palookaville.

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