An afternoon cognac

by Harry Calhoun

my wife beside me in bed on Christmas Eve
asks me what I’m thinking
and after a decadent 1:45 sip
from my snifter I tell her
that I’m thinking about writing this poem
to discover what I’m thinking about.

which, as it goes, may be as inconsequential
as the sun shining on the golden cognac
or through the window, as mildly interesting
as the assuredly brilliant Hal Borland essay
on December 24th that I am about to read,
or as gnawingly and inconveniently important

as my father’s death
on Friday the 13th
five days before his 84th birthday
that will haunt me apparently
until I join him, unable to mark

precisely the day or the time.

Harry Calhoun’s articles, literary essays, book reviews and poems have been published in magazines including Writer’s Digest and The National Enquirer. Recently, his online chapbook Dogwalking Poems and his trade paperback, I knew Bukowski like you knew a rare leaf, were published. The latter is now available from Trace Publications and on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other online booksellers. He has had recent publications in Chiron Review, Still Crazy, SNReview, Orange Room Review, The Centrifugal Eye, Bird’s Eye reView, Abbey, Monongahela Review, and many others. Recently, he was one of twelve poets invited to LiteraryMary‘s anthology, Outstanding Men of the Small Press

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