The editor of Poesy Magazine proclaims on his News page that he’s “back again,” and, after 18 months of downtime, he’s “continuing Poesy and returning refreshed, rested and with a vengance to make an impact.” Except that was posted 5 months ago and there doesn’t seem to be any activity since.
Ah, well. I know what it’s like to burn out on a project; I myself am the proud owner of a number of abandoned blogs and social networking pages strewn far and wide across the internet. Anyway, the good news is that you can still read some cool stuff on the site, including several featured poems from the last issue.
Following is an excerpt from a poem called “Poem for David Church” by A.D. Winans. It is from a memorial poem written for a poet who passed away:
poets are like butterflies
inhabiting temporary space
tasting the pollen of life
spreading their wings
reshaping the stars the universe
cosmic matter waiting to be reborn