Ethel Zine # 8, this sown marvel, holds some new poems.
These are the first poems I’ve written and published all during this pandemic. Jay Besemer’s poem “The Wound” helped me recover from some of that damage. Thank you, Jay.
A figure behind this poem, is my friend Jeremy, who I went on a bike ride with during the height of the lock downs. We went from my house in Hamlin Park in Buffalo south, down Rohrer. We weren’t pedaling to get anywhere. Just to talk. Part of the job of these fugue poems is to find an ease of being in place, those currents of it, in a place like Buffalo, which is often a difficult city. They are also an aesthetic expression of my mental disorder these past several years. Make it sound good, you know.
Laurie Saurborn, Stephanie Powell, & Laura Ring, among others, also wrote things in here I enjoyed. Can you imagine all the work Sara Lefsyk sunk into putting these together, perforation & thread? Support Ethel, if you can.