We would like to sincerely thank Edge of Humanity Magazine for publishing our poem, Bishop’s Hole. A link to the poem is here. https://edgeofhumanity.com/2021/06/27/bishops-hole/
Or if you like, you can read it below.
Oh, the games we played in Bishop’s Hole,
but the foul winds have begun to blow
so once again it's time to go.
Even though it's hard,
I must leave this behind.
That's what the rector said,
and he does have a good head.
Granted, this happens all the time.
It's why we installed a pipeline,
which can send me anywhere
because Bishop's Holes are everywhere.
But still it's hard
and I'm leaving quite a mess,
but reputations must be protected,
so there's nothing here to confess.
When I think about the good we inflict
this only gives my conscience a tiny prick.
We lie in the shadow of the Cross,
so there isn't anything we can't lick.
* * *
O.K. That’s enough with the juvenile jabs.
I've had my fun, and it's cruel to taunt.
Let's get serious for a moment.
We told you that we would fix things,
and you had faith.
Then you learned that we continued
to rape your children and cover it up.
You even found our pedophile pipeline.
That was awkward for us.
So we promised to stop for real.
And you believed us, but we lied. Again.
No rational person should have believed us.
But you did.
You continued to give us your children,
and we continued to prey.
You trusted us - the black vultures you should have feared.
And we never did a single thing to earn your trust.
After all that, shouldn't you be the ones condemned?
* * *
Have you noticed how we love gold veneer?
It's everywhere, and it's immaculate
as long as you don't stand too near.
We've made the luster last all these years,
because we polish the gold with your children's tears.
Those tears run like torrents between the pews.
It's like Noah's Flood.
And there's nothing else we will do.
Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief and Adjunct Professor for Student Loans
Good God -
I almost forgot the Honor Men!
Those pillars of conformity
with their orange blazers
and Jeffersonian rectitude,
afflicting us with their boozy breath
and stale pretensions in the rotunda.
And look how rotund they've grown to be!
They're oranges teetering on toothpicks;
oranges soaking in whiskey
squirting bourbon when squeezed;
oranges that should have been left
to rot on the trees.
Humor the Honor Men!
For they upheld the Hypocritic Oath
as long as their withered arms could.
because their members have shriveled
and their influence has petered out -
leaving them petulant and confused
because their time has come and gone.
But what will happen to the country clubs?
Who will boldly sail the shallow waters of our bays?
Who will smoke cigars and waylay waitresses?
Who will presume to know what everyone wants?
Just as I think these thoughts,
a vast image of the Tower of Babel
troubles my sight.
And hundreds of disparate parties
espousing thousands of opposing beliefs
swell on the lawn like some tumorous growth;
each wearing orange
and each vowing to uphold the Hypocritic Oath.
Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief
First published in Scarlet Leaf Review
Margaret Atwood’s The Testaments begs many questions.
Such as how did it become the joint winner of the 2019 Man Booker Prize? Did the committee hate Bernardine Evaristo so much that they simply couldn’t stand making her book (Girl, Woman, Other) the sole winner?
Did the committee actually read The Testaments, or were they simply relying on Margaret Atwood’s reputation?
How mad were Colson Whitehead (The Nickel Boys), Susan Choi (Trust Exercise), and Ian McEwan (Machines Like Me) when the prize was announced?
Were James Patterson, E.L. James, and my Uncle Bill on the committee that year?
Did Margaret Atwood really write The Testaments? Or was it written by a Russian hacker who stole her identity but forgot to also take her brilliance?
Did this book need to be written? Isn’t any sequel to The Handmaid’s Tale (regardless of whether it is written by the real Margaret Atwood or not) bound to disappoint?
Why are the characters one dimensional and without nuance? Why is the plot predictable? Why are all the twists straight lines?
Did she write the book because the creators of The Handmaid’s Tale TV show needed more material – so they paid her a ton of money to do it?
Just because you own a cash cow, do you have to milk it?
Gladiola Overdrive, Chief Editor
We would like to sincerely thank Edge of Humanity Magazine for publishing our poem Sergeant Salvation. A link to the poem is here. https://edgeofhumanity.com/2021/06/01/sergeant-salvation
Or if you like, you can read the poem below.
Clearly, I suppose,
the poor have difficulties
but they push a dumpster
full of desperation and disease -
wasting their meager strength and time
because they'll never get anywhere
pushing a dumpster they're inside.
If there are solutions
they are difficult and distasteful -
made more so
because they're expensive;
costing more than I've got.
So condemn me not, Sergeant Salvation,
when I put no pennies in your pot
even as you vigorously beat that bell.
The poor will get no money from me,
but they do have my empathy:
the amount of which is massive
even if the display is somewhat passive.
Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief