Saturday, December 28, 2019

6 hrs on a Saturday. By jck hnry


back in college
i had a one-unit Saturday.
writing class.  Six hours,
$86 bucks, pass-fail.

the instructor came
down from Los Angeles
to the desert campus
to teach about publishing,
editing, formatting, & related.
she ran a big poetry press &
looked great in her jeans, boots, &
Ramones tee shirt.

i sat in the back of the room.
watched intently.
listened closely,
& finally grew restless.

by that time i had been
guest editor on a dozen
on-line or print journals,
ran my own press, had
a journal & thought i knew
it all.

at noon we walked across the street
for lunch. i drank five beers.
smoked three cigarettes &
said fuck a lot.

the instructor cozied up to me,
we were close in age.  she
whispered in my ear, ‘you
don’t give a fuck, do you?’

i smiled, squeezed her thigh a
bit higher than one might
expect, & kissed her.

she kissed me back.

in the back of the classroom
i finished the day
writing risqué poems
about a big time, poetry publisher
& a two-bit, broken down
poet.  she read them standing
next to her car in the
parking light under a dimming
sun.

i passed the class & fulfilled
every line of risqué poetry.

not bad for $86 bucks & six
hours on a Saturday -





jck hnry is a neo-modernist, post-apocalyptic writer, living in the hard scrub of a californian desert.  after a 10 year hiatus hnry is back at it.  recent publications include:  Deuce Coupe, Rye Whiskey Review, Razur Cuts, Cajun Mutt, Dissident Voices, Horror Sleaze Trash, Bold Monkey, Red Fez, dope fiend daily and a bunch of other noble zines and journals.  Chapbooks/Books: “Snow in Summer and the Playground is Closed,” “Empty Houses-Kendra Steiner Editions,” “the Downtown Cafe (Erbacce Press),” “With the Patience of Monuments (neoPoesis) ,” “Crunked, (Epic Rites)” and “the Righthand Curve of a Continuous Circle. (Blunt Trauma Press).”  hnry is also editor and publisher of "Heroin Love Songs, V2.0, 7thEd" available now. for more go to jackhenry.wordpress.com.

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