editing
is not glamorous or exciting. not usually even fun. i
don’t go to parties or salons & having enlightening,
challenging conversations with local literati, or to
coffeehouses to mingle with aloof intelligencia
but i can be found at the computer alone typesetting
funky poetic lines which sometimes comfort or startle
me into remaining human
if you’re lucky you may find me on the can
reading the latest Pearl, Nerve Cowboy or poetry
submission maybe even picking my nose
but only if you’re lucky
Revelations & Anticipation
oh sweet Jesus,
hurry!
i eagerly await
Your Second Coming
whey You will swoop down
like a giant Hoover
sweeping these godawful
hysterical squawking
“Christians”
out of our hair.
all the feminists in california & me
she was enraged by a poem
i published in Chiron Review #19
which she claimed
condoned violence to women
and threatened
if i ever came to california
she & all the feminists
in california
would rip my throat out.
from michael's
new book
cosmic children
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Michael Hathaway founded Chiron Review literary magazine in 1982 at the age of 19. He lives in St. John, KS with 14 cats and roommate Ratboy. He has worked as a typesetter, personal care assistant for the mentally disabled, society editor for daily newspaper and many other odd jobs. This is his first e-zine publication, as far as he knows. He's been published in Atom Mind, Pearl, Gypsy, Blank Gun Silencer, Nerve Cowboy, Medicinal Purposes, Waterways, Cat Fancy and most recently in the anthologies: A Day for a Lay: A Century of Gay Poetry (Barricade); Obsessions: A Flesh and the Word Collection of Gay Memoirs (Penguin), using the pseudonym Jeremy Michaels; and Between the Cracks: The Daedalus Anthology of Kinky Verse.
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