Poem Published In “Baldhip Magazine”

"Drones mate and then they die."Along that fine edge between complexity and simplicity I would like to dwell, perpetually. My world would become, in theory, so very simple.

“Drones mate and then they die.” I can recall hearing those words, quite clearly.

Although I learned this truth some many years ago, that small but vivid lesson resonates still today. The words echo whenever I turn over an old chunk of rotten firewood from the pile, only to watch an escaped bee circle overhead.

Along that fine edge, my belief is that there we discover the most salient debates about our shared universe.¬†At least this much seems to be true — all the poems worth writing about dwell in that liminal space.

That line about drones is the fine edged truth behind my poem, “What I’m Thinking About When You Describe How A Bee Hive Operates” an old work, newly re-invigorated in my crafting process for my upcoming chapbook¬†The Last New Year. Digging into old ideas and concepts, reforming them in fresh voice, image. This is the work.

Much to my joy, Baldhip Magazine out of Canada has opted to publish the poem in advance of its inclusion in my chapbook. The editors over there, Caitlyn and Jess, were kind enough to offer some much needed edits and I would like to shoot them a hearty thank you.

“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings — it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.” — William Wordsworth