Poetry from Andrew Cyril MacDonald

 Withdrawal shoulders folds along mouths
 staged tales fault us.  They coffer
 day’s issue, the chance randomness 
 arranged when we leave cautioned
 a house our growth each door leads to.
 All for themselves now, it’s dread
 their kingdom announces
 in counted nights yearning
 for song under the old roof’s uses
 while as out of an encapsuled globe
 Xerxes himself would approve of,
 we sit new rooms alone and suggested.
 The enlisting sepulchre

 Out of windows 
 gloomed light insurrects 
 incompatible suddenness 
 rotted with years
 soundless worlds
 pretend to.
 It peals and strips
 ripe notions to death
 where drunk and various 
 soft eyes took care with 
 as ears proclaim
 the glass between them— 
 our palms their hands
 a mausoleum traces.

Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the role of intersubjectivity in the poetic encounter with place. He celebrates the confrontations between self and locale and the challenge that occurs in the fomenting of identity and independence. You can find his work in such places as A Long Story Short, Blaze VOX, Cavity Magazine, Down in the Dirt, Mineral Lit Mag, ODD Magazine, Thorn, Green Ink Poetry, and Unique Poetry Journal among othersWhen not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued cats and teaching a next generation of poets.