Tuesday, September 11, 2018

The River. by Daniel Crocker




Sitting on the banks of the Gasconade
with John Dorsey
we agree that every poet who started
out in the '90s is a genius
Schumejda, Graziano
all of them

We swap rumors
catch up on our lives
and our secrets

John offers me a piece of fried chicken
I decline

We know we're biased
Two middle-aged poetry men
young again for a few hours
surrounded by porch dogs

And who gives a shit, really
The river is muddy
The beer is cold
The friendship old and comfortable
as two lovers who share a universe
of language in just a few words
across the expanse
of a wobbly table. 



Daniel Crocker's work has appeared in The Los Angeles Review, Hobart, Big Muddy, New World Writing, Stirring, Juked, The Chiron Review, The Mas Tequila Reviewand over 100 others. His books includeLike a Fish (full length) and The One Where I Ruin Your Childhood (e-chap with thousands of downloads) both from Sundress Publications. Green Bean Press published several of his books in the '90s and early 2000s. These include People Everyday and Other Poems, Long Live the 2 of Spades, the novel The Cornstalk Manand the short story collection Do Not Look Directly Into Me. He has also published several chapbooks through various presses. His newest full length collection of poetry, Shit House Rat, was published by Spartan Press in September of 2017. He was the first winner of the Gerald Locklin Prize in poetry. He is the editor ofThe Cape Rock (Southeast Missouri State University) and the co-editor of Trailer Park Quarterly. He's also the host of the podcast, Sanesplaining, about poetry, mental illness and nerd stuff. He is a bipolar, bisexual Gemini living the cliché.


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