i
Shapes shifted
blue, turquoise endeavored
to the favorite bar
of constant devotion stumbled
across them—
distant voices once here
thereafter recollected,
existent of a higher plane
everybody all as one
talked about it…
some no man’s land
sought for
if retrogressive.
ii
Type doors
to faded sepulchers
spectraled silhouettes align with,
bundles what
shape-shifts light makes
ancestrally devoted
here in tombs
windows encase them,
cutting distance to climb of
one’s paradise eternal
a squared room
dreamed alabaster
contorts it.
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Sky’s throw
the distance that reaches,
touches off-based
thermal closed-sets in
cold stocks we harvest
at once for all if
consequents upon our choices
stand tall to accuse of
some other’s vision what grace is
stocked triumphant.
Bio: Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the role of inter-subjectivity in poetic encounter. He celebrates the confrontations between self and Other and the challenges that occur in moments of injustice. He is founding editor of Version (9) Magazine, a poetry journal that implicates all things theoretic. You can find his words in such places as A Long Story Short, Blaze VOX, Cavity Magazine, Experiential-Experimental Literature, Fevers of the Mind, Green Ink Poetry, Lothlorien, Nauseated Drive, Otoliths, Synchronized Chaos, Unlikely Stories and more. When not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued cats and teaching a next generation of poets.
Against panes shadows glisten
in mock of what we call for.
It shouts their names the winds that
out-there blister should you
confront them. Inside no chance
of deep-tucked in beds the
silence protecting.
So it stores its rage in barrels
fathers told us, as stock and
what might come of when our sins
outweigh our graces cared with.
Hurtful when you upheld them,
this life betrays what turns dust,
the dread of such punishments
plagues if fast now approaching.
Consternation devalues
Consternation devalues,
puts to test such
the subtle amputation
of ego broken if in jest.
Here we have it ruled
that if holds power what
they should want for
ours to give it
unwieldy in ruffled
stations play discovering
kindness at best
there dislocated
that what comes as ruse
samples-out our role
for this mere data collection.
There are claims made by music
There are claims made music
then to be heard
if you give it listen
and let apprehending
nine truths their abandon.
Count them as one;
lose them as each,
you will not regret it
the happy chance
of love-lost rendition.
The stratus cloud beats inhibition
The stratus cloud beats inhibition,
staggers beyond
realm of what let it
feel the fold, a program
conducive of trust
misdirected.
And there you have in what
out-loud is arrogant combustion,
simple if minded
likewise come out of
that same class
of petricolored doors
afterlifes adorn with,
happy for the stance taken
against convoluting spendthrifts.
What some rogue prentice left un-shouted
What some rogue prentice left un-shouted
(Mephistopheles not his name
but some other by which goes by
discipled) upstarts more the safe
way to heaven oleanders give for,
come about as begets with
what saves Time its restitution
this mere justice happenstance affords
reckless youths who never should have bothered
but that we own them, coming all to dance off
the soft heat summer propels with,
inching towards scales of what’s flourished
when spring buds turn off to flower
and they have it that freedom
once taught of now daemonic if then embellished.
Bio: Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the role of inter-subjectivity in poetic encounter. He celebrates the confrontations between self and Other and the challenges that occur in moments of injustice. He is founding editor of Version (9) Magazine, a poetry journal that implicates all things theoretic. You can find his words in such places as A Long Story Short, Blaze VOX, Cavity Magazine, Experiential-Experimental Literature, Fevers of the Mind, Green Ink Poetry, Lothlorien, Nauseated Drive, Otoliths, Synchronized Chaos, Unlikely Stories and more. When not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued cats and teaching a next generation of poets.
Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the role of inter-subjectivity in poetic encounter. He celebrates the confrontations between self and Other and the challenges that occur in moments of injustice. He is founding editor of Version (9) Magazine, a poetry journal that implicates all things theoretic. You can find his words in such places as A Long Story Short, Blaze VOX, Cavity Magazine, Fevers of the Mind, Green Ink Poetry, Lothlorien, Nauseated Drive,ODD Magazine, Synchronized Chaos, Unlikely Stories and more. When not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued cats and teaching a next generation of poets.
Public housing demolition
We drew back time Truth squandered
and saw interest given
to the vigour vision then need
then missive made when a
wrecking ball served as reminder.
It took on worlds reputations lagged in
— slots of what was left
a dwindled youth
other crises awaited.
Now they wander what seems
better option choose of:
these building blocks torn down
and held in dreams of
walls their bricks and plasters.
Panic
Polar nexus tells truths
life’s found
in groans
instance pictures.
One condition settles score:
lost cause stammering
in stunt mouths pronounced them
their hyphenated pause.
Extremes of giving reassessant
under penumbrae proved wrong,
trite adventures clothe
these preserves representing
scrimmaged dreams
mirrored light gloves
from refracting glass.
And succumbs. Bellicose
entries dark rooms undone
dark tenements emptied
to scuttle plots encumbering sorts
of goods we respond
when misnomer of relief
retains in what
here now wayward
bound ambition aggresses.
A questioned reality
Transmutation severs purpose,
causes old impressions hold forms
before onslaught happens.
It does and leaves tethered
lost heads compellent fostered contentions
gathered in watches pressing forward
composing the data
lost sides assemble
before stoic pauses wisdom produces.
It makes them complacent the trials ambulating.
With kaleidoscopes that lose their focus
among dead standings loose
are mirrored impressions
that embrace and swallow
old conventions tendering veins
of those who cannot face it—
that death pervading
truths eternal if still obdurate.
We close up then,
sequestering in the cause
of all what’s bogus.
Pre-nuptial
A fought-for clause prevents enigma,
purveys trails that ought to follow
stipulations of grandeur.
No mystery then
but what it is draws us
together, making shape of fails
set to happen for reasons here listed.
Now it’s written as intended condition
surveying spells got us betrothed to
intimations bending each as
upright through
distending conventions
commerce what makes them
if gains of partnership we lasted.
2 poems by Andrew Cyril Macdonald: “September burial” & “Out of night silence speaks”3 Poems by Andrew Cyril MacDonald : Vegas chapel, A quick forbiddance, In part disjoiner
Debauched syllables recount him
through soft glimmers held to
when summer perceives
its sister approaching.
Because of this we seek hope
in the frolic of leaves
birches transcend with
as taut shades partition
namesakes through homes
shapeless a riverbed’s leaning.
Now its flesh alone recounts of
what under quiet moon are
these bones to harvest
just as we lay them
dark in memorial.
Out of night silence speaks
Circumstance remarks
tilted words forward shot
if from the shadows overcome.
Their attire vaults with
a trumped set that
wears its peace
along folded arms to wait for.
It’s our best sparkle streetlights offer
of wronged feelings
un-done
in the lingered afterglow
six drinks propose us.
3 Poems by Andrew Cyril MacDonald : Vegas chapel, A quick forbiddance, In part disjoiner
The three poems attached showcase the radical nature of meaningful if possibly fleeting relationships. They glimpse the impetuosity of passion in the manner of an impromptu wedding night, a difficult embrace and the frustrations of encounter and its aftermath. Questions of censure and reprobation and the faltering of courage inhere in these along the themes of loss and regret.Please note that these pieces find their theoretical root in such once fringe but now seminal texts as Roland Barthes', A Lover's Discourse, Remy de Gourmont's, The Natural Philosophy of Love, and Jacques Derrida's, On Touch.As to the cadence and rhythm of these pieces, play is clearly made attimes with enjambment but chiefly there is attempt at stretching out the voice all while only toying with rhyme. They revel in a language that hopes abstraction.
Vegas chapel
The hot clip fades the memory shame let loose on our world.
In it you seem more decent proposal
due process entailed
when favour for favour minute to next
offered what wanted we pay deeply our fees.
To recall them each the one as then the other
(reasons that pulled us our fears and hopes
knotted together)
is to go into that shod room where forces bartered
cheek to cheek the hardwired compunction
monsters haggle. Its grumbled performance fastened
insecurity not gone but here proposing wipe clean
the pain of dejection (our story
its sordid worth) under the gaunt nose of some
flogged priest assigned
the inner sanctum of dreams
shivering along that mile of wait desire contrives of.
Now the gathered momentum leads
to circumstances encumbered
what daunts us ageing together:
this love of pretence
there made official.
A quick forbiddance
Thrill shapes to ravish.
It bills unheard of
in kindness exhibited
between
preceptors of sheltered cause
and promised libations
niceties aroused
of a yearning to bother.
The day after pleads our case
and feels for a clause
they would dismiss us
our seven notes appending.
But prohibitions against
signal them outlasted
the enforcement far gone
as morality assures
of debauchery undone
in jostled truths
long held
and climbed down from
these pikes impaling.
Now they stoke as heaven insures
a victory or death
the loss pertaining
if pitched grief and broke will
unevened hearts remand in.
In part disjoiner
The calm night and its bothered kiss presents in
delicacies that let linger.
It hangs next in the compunction of a mind that fastens.
But why he did it is furrowed in her brain
the kind cannot understand of.
One day will reveal in the loaded prime that confuses
so that what was there in the throes of passion
will be her memory’s jest
as the gully of thoughts portrays what only peace envisions.
Now it collects an opportunity missed
to ache through and between
the heart he shaped and the hope it formed of a flight construed
out of freedom chance pools when we serve under
ruinous terms courage refuses.
Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the role of inter-subjectivity in the poetics of encounter. He celebrates the confrontations between self and other and the challenge that occurs in the fomenting of identity and independence in the context of relationship. You can find his work in such places as A Long Story Short, Blaze VOX, Cavity Magazine, Down in the Dirt, Green Ink Poetry, Mineral Lit Mag, ODD Magazine, Synchronized Chaos, Thorn, Unique Poetry Journal and others. When not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued cats and teaching a next generation of poets.
Fevers of the Mind 