Are you just a typical dude who loves barbecue sauce?
posted : sonnet iii
Please read past the poem for an update on posting schedules.
Since I don’t publish new poetry on bank holidays, I thought I’d return to an already published piece many of my readers have likely not read.
This may be my favorite poem of this series. The first line was inspired by a comment Jessica made to one of our two boys, and set off a spark on the origins of masculine American identity, in this case also white masculine identity, which the series is deeply interested in.
Post cadence going forward
For those that have been reading for over a year, you know that I’ve been in a bit of an imbroglio of a sonnet crown, of which I’m working on the last poem.
Given the last poem’s final line must tie into the first poem’s first line, I’m treading very carefully over the themes of the crown, attempting a final stitch that will be both satisfying ( as an end ) but also drive the reader right back to the beginning. How I’ve been doing this is returning to the old poems and smoothing them out, much as how you would unroll a rug to its mat, smoothing out creases so that the edges will line up when the whole rug is rolled out.
Careful writing is working for me, so I’m going to give myself more time. My expectation is that the final sonnet will be published on the 6th of March, which also correlates to the two year anniversary of this newsletter. After that, I’m going to post a poem once every two weeks, as I work to revise and refine this crown ( and give it a name ), in the hopes of publishing it as a chapbook elsewhere.
I will say that another person that you and I are both close to typically loves barbecue sauce (and also mayonnaise (often together))