I've only had two poems in Light, of which this is the most recent, from Autumn-Winter 2009-2010:
The Critics
The Oscar-winning movie ends
the way all proper fiction should
with evil overcome by good.
The Oscar-winning movie ends;
we walk into the night with friends,
ignore the sneaking feeling: could
an Oscar-winning movie end,
surprising us, as fiction should?
Before I ever got into Light though, John did write me my favorite rejection letter of all time, which I immortalized
here on my blog.
RIP John Mella. You will be sorely missed.