The three poems by KJ Hannah Greenberg bear a unique resemblance to a magpie. They chatter, whistle, trill, and warble whilst her her words mimic ocean waves and, somehow, also wolf howls…
by: KJ Hannah Greenberg
Full of Pathogens Dragon saliva, full of pathogens lethal to furze pigs, Small children, large dogs, maybe antiquated robots, Without antidote, could exhume so many bad tidings That officials might opt to zoo the critters right away. A veneer of makeup constitutes no beautiful façade, Cannot compensate for stupidity, for selfishness, for Tosh. Only fashionistas ever pretend that powdered Chemicals truly transform folks into social splendor. Selling accoutrements purposed for off-label drugs Brings gullible persons to the brink of prominence, Perhaps, encourages their companions to similarly Cry when gorging on slighter, furry, affable beasts. Dirt beneath fingernails may well imply gardening Prowess, or, mayhap, the habit of interring foes in Shallow graves. Folded elbows, similarly, possibly Serve as ballerina’s dreams or indicate grim insult. At one Autumnal Ball, coeds frenzied, shaking off Peers’ guff like mosquitos swarming punch. Their Sledging was intended to elevate group status, not To repulse the newly crowned gamboling royalty. Voids in youth culture present moraine of peculiar Sorts. Regardless of astonishing, household tarns, Once unconsolidated wreckage is reaped, nothing Helps anymore, just requite or boosted allowance. Pine needles, customarily, make amazing kindling. Sometimes, though, pubescents exonerate parents. Turkey farms, what’s more, reflect local practices Of tooth and tail. Hot summers cause diaphoresis. Mostly, it takes a dragon to melt glacial sheets, to Carve out crevices among snowy banks, to allow The sorts of previously popular juveniles to again Be cherished, or, at best, to become manipulative.
Sun Ships & Moonbeams Straying, alit by sun ships & moonbeams, Home, a distant hearth, heart so far away, Journeying round naught, only coppices. Trekking, with song plus bread, instead Of marching ahead toward hollow bits, Conveys cheer where other ways glom Craggy skies, weird lanes, odd thickets. If misery, rotating with sadness, probes, Tears, sorrowful temperaments, certain Leaves and twigs commend providence As tomorrow’s quintessential promise. Courage overflows draughts for dupes. Yet, few met in good worth genuinely Sing of smiley hours, elsewise sunny Weeks. The stink from living mostly Descended from depression’s dearth Of ventilated talk. Whenever couples Tiff, trouble tinges further woodlands. At best, when rod or cloak’s forsaken, In mill, hostelry, maybe smallholding, Pioneers eke any glimmer of prospect, Some potential portion not differently Filled, to walk in darkness, to warble Secluded, to sleep with stony comfort As bedfellow. Tactics remain pathetic. There’s no golden arrow shooting all Happiness’ shapes amidst avians, no Kindly whispering creek running thru Dismal forests or noiseless meadows. Dappled deer compose dinner; never Act as enchanted pets. Fiery brutes, Though, might be friends, as strange Familiars using antisocial behaviors.
Not Me You look dubious, yet, if I am not as you, Equally, you are unlike me. Commutative Laws manage to go beyond mathematics. When we apply understanding to negotiate Contemporaneous problems, we choose to Improve what’s important. Many couples Appreciate how new forays fill requisites. In creating a link among doctrines, given Morality’s attachment to meaning, we yet May be able to employ useful, necessary, Compassion to junctures of words among Wisdoms, might impact ethical delvings. Contrariwise, extant methods of supporting Language rarely justifies available solutions. Meaning, some cultural rules, indorsed here, Thither, influence individual capabilities to Collaborate on functional communication’s Designative, legislative, evaluative powers. For now, however, groupings used to critique Discussion hardly ever yield new insights on Rhetorical stances, suffering, BBQed robins, Symbols necessitating significant replicas of Galactic objectivism or stating one's thoughts Plainly. Probes, unlike laser guns, seem as if Contextualized experiences can rewrite texts. The distillation of complex concepts, anyway, Castoffs expressions’ unequivocally phonated Worldviews. As long as boundaries continue, Grounded perspectives might yet adjust such Bits as microwaved pancakes, administrative Staircases, Luna monsters, frizzy hair, oddly Matched socks, croquet mallets, the Sargasso Sea, additionally, bird nest soup, affable bees.
KJ Hannah Greenberg’s poetry collections are: One-Handed Pianist (Hekate Publishing, 2021, Forthcoming), Flames and Fire (Seashell Books, 2021), Rudiments (Seashell Books, 2020), The Wife/Mom (Seashell Books, 2019), Beast There—Don’t That (Fomite Press, 2019), Mothers Ought to Utter Only Niceties (Unbound CONTENT, 2017), A Grand Sociology Lesson (Lit Fest Press, 2016), Dancing with Hedgehogs (Fowlpox Press, 2014), The Little Temple of My Sleeping Bag (Dancing Girl Press, 2014), Citrus-Inspired Ceramics (Aldrich Press, 2013), Intelligence’s Vast Bonfires (Lazarus Media, 2012), Supernal Factors (The Camel Saloon Books on Blog, 2012), Fluid & Crystallized (Fowlpox Press, 2012), and A Bank Robber’s Bad Luck with His Ex-Girlfriend (Unbound CONTENT, 2011). She’s been nominated once for The Best of the Net in poetry, and three times for the Pushcart Prize in Literature for poetry.