Saint Heresy in the Garden
Little comes to me as quickly as I wish. There’s always that.
I treat my hang-ups, phobias, and failings as my most vital parts.
One habit is calling everyone Mary if I like them well enough.
In that case, the name is a gift. Some respond by giving back a quiz.
Some friends part from me. Maybe tired from my latest hobby. (AKA obsession.)
Maybe exhausted from certain ticks…my propensity to use a ball cap to catch rain.
Any wisdom I have comes from looking, on an almost monthly basis, at
Gas station calendars, black-and-white movies, and discarded Beatle lyrics.
It’s not always enough to believe in darkness or the simple broken-hearted.
So I believe in Bigfoot, jackalopes, and Mother Mary illuminated on burnt toast.
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Mike James makes his home outside Nashville, Tennessee. He has been published in numerous magazines throughout the country in such places as Plainsongs, Laurel Poetry Review, Birmingham Poetry Review, and Tar River Poetry. His fourteen poetry collections include: Parades (Alien Buddha), Jumping Drawbridges in Technicolor (Blue Horse), First-Hand Accounts from Made-Up Places (Stubborn Mule), Crows in the Jukebox (Bottom Dog), My Favorite Houseguest (FutureCycle), and Peddler’s Blues (Main Street Rag.) He has served as an associate editor of The Kentucky Review, of Autumn House Press, and of The Good Works Review, as well as the publisher of the now-defunct Yellow Pepper Press.