Wendy Barnes-Thomassen is a graduate of the MFA Writing Program at California Institute of the Arts. Her poems have appeared in journals such as Trepan, Faultline, and Cargo (Paris). She lives in Brooklyn. Her chapbook, So-Called Mettle, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press (December 2011).
The populist politico preached in black and white, fist pounding air promises out to every cowlicked, cracker- fed chicken lover. He boozed it down from Hicksville straight to Podunk, spewing blaspheme at the bourgeois, declaiming all powers, disclaiming every fraud that crawled from lunatic to Christendom and back, till by and by his sound truck […]
In the early, heady days, when the performance was still fresh, say when Athena flashed her spangling shepherd at Odysseus, I spread my fearsome wings and led him home. Now I dither in the rafters as the human seasons […]