Goat: Reprise

This is my e-nouncement for my poetry reading (with Alan Reese, Dancing Shadow Review) this Sunday, 4:00, at Minas. Unfortunately, poetry readings are not well-attended, even by poets. Same applies to the whole poetry industry; that is, publications that showcase any kind of creative writing (fiction, nonfiction, poetry) are usually purchased by writers—and only a handful, at that—rather than people who enjoy reading. Often, writers want their work in a journal, but they've never bothered to take a gander at the thing, much less buy a copy. Though I, too, am guilty to the extent that my budget doesn't afford much (especially with contest entry fees), I still have several shelves full of works by poets, local and famous, and literary magazines from all over the country.

"Goat" is not my best poem. But I like it as I like goats. It reflects the ideas one might truly share with such a sensitive creature as a goat. The eyes are fixed to appear to care. A goat, like a poem, needs your love.

Sometimes either might even admit it.