Since 1996 Volume XXI
This blue moon's lost
Author of three volumes of poetry, and a novel set in a Silicon Valley startup, Joan’s work appears in the LA Review of Books, Rattle, Prairie Schooner, Kalliope, Marsh Hawk Review, Levure Litteraire and Chicken Soup for the Soul. “You Can Be a Winning Writer” is published by Mango Press.
Praying at the Altar of Nam June Paik
Lotus blossom’s sharp/snub-nosed catfish.
Flashes. We are clones/Forty years after
We become frozen psychedelic
Summer of love/revival/nostalgia’s sour. We
starve but for
An altar. Fluxus sculptor constructed his tech
TV/consoles/fragmented images/sounds. Harmonic
Found/art, these east/west wats become our
Have busted out. Do it yourself. Reuse.
Immigration dying on streets where/we
refuse/petition. A prescient vision
Paik named “the electronic super highway.” I
quit. Global to drill bit
Amphora to inkwell. The long view just got myopic. School of fish with no insight
Gov Brown pronounces: “Seceding is an option.”
Our rage palpable/the turtle indecipherable.
The river, muddy as ever, sinking.
am losing ground. Can art save us from this circus act?
Listening to John Cage, I’m atonal,
afraid to glance
Sideways, back. Here’s that birdflock, limp
cock/tails as black as drones.
Everyone’s gone/viral/we are in the hands of a
reality TV bully.
A hoax. All protocol tossed overboard/words
Lips/sinking ships. Twitter/ feeds/ nourishes
I’m praying at the altar of Nam June Paik.