2 Gin poems by Carrie Magness Radna

1. PSA

WARNING:

Gin and tonics may make you 

louder (in volume), 

gung ho and more fun!

Also, you might be up 

all night fucking,

or writing poetry, 

like odes or micro-trilogies.

You might become really annoyed 

at your sad sack husband, 

or his really stupid jokes 

now sound really funny.

2. No. 51 of E verses

by Carrie Magness Radna

A newborn tempest

has ravaged my brain;

Since I was a slave

to last night’s tonic & gin—

And I’m sexually unsatisfied—

Saturday morning, my man

Had to leave & work all day

in Brooklyn.

I tried to write an ode,

but my will was too shaken

To make a difference, any difference

with this heartless, headache rain.  

Carrie Magness Radna is an audiovisual cataloger at New York Public Library, a choral singer and a poet who loves traveling. Her poems have previously appeared in The Oracular Tree, Mediterranean Poetry, Muddy River Poetry Review, Shot Glass Journal, Poetry Super Highway, Polarity eMagazine, Walt’s Corner, The Poetic Bond (VIII & IX), First Literary Review-East and Jerry Jazz Musician. Her first chapbook, Conversations with dead composers at Carnegie Hall (Flutter Press) was published in January 2019, and her self-published chapbook, Remembering you as I go walking (Boxwood Star Press) was published in August 2019. Her first poetry collection, Hurricanes never apologize (Luchador Press) was published in December 2019. Born in Norman, Oklahoma, she lives with her husband in Manhattan.