It's 2023 and the ten year anniversary of this little chap that is still in print. I'd like to thank editor Sammy Greenspan for publishing this collection in 2013 at Kattywompus, where a decade later it's still available. You can find it here.
Here is the chapbook's Acknowledgements page
Acknowledgments
These poems first appeared in slightly different forms in the following publications.
Ibbetson Street Press: “Automat, Peep-O-Ram, A Token”
Against Agamemnon; An Anthology: “Lady Terrorist Slays Lady Soldier And Herself”
Somerville News: “Gathering Contradictions In A Cheap Room”
Crash: “Our Eyes Roamed Over Hills”, and “Roberto’s Barbershop And Overnight Trains To Palooka Ville”
Sahara: “Westall’s Good Knife”, “Beehive Bill” Spillway: “Monterey Dissolve”, and “Passion Tension Mansion Pension”
Naugatuck River Review, and MO: Writings From The River: “Big Red Sideburns” Boiling River: “Color Spectrum Thoughts On Racism At A Traffic Light”, and “In The Small Of Her Back Another Illusion Sets Sail”
Hot Metal Bridge: “Dirty Just Got Off The Bus”
Stone’s Throw Magazine: “On A T-Ride Home From Boston”
Pudding International: “Flames Wiped Out Third Base Last Stop Before Home”, and “Chums At The Grange”
Journal Of Modern Literature: “Of Flivver Kings And Mesmerists”
Larcom Review: “Wormtown Butch Out Of Jail”, and “Constellations Advance”
Red River Review: “Sunshine Dried Fuzzy Navels”
Worcester Review, and The Book Of Irish American Poetry From 18th Century To The Present : “Pow Wow At Greenbriar”
Kaleidoscope: “The Mishe Mokwa Trail”, and “Wheels And Blades”
Serving House Journal: “Arboreal”, and “Neo Malibu Barbie Shares Face Time With Sergeant Rock The Third At La Taza”
DuPage Review: “Locals Label Him Disengaged And Malevolent”
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This is excerpted from the chapbook's description on the Kattywompus Press website.
From the poem, Freon Bender
An archivist digs up erudite responses for arguments
proven ephemeral, impossible and out of vogue.
Meanwhile, in amniotic
shifts part silver and part blue
an oyster farms its
pearl.
John Michael Flynn could be that pearl farmer in the poem “Freon Bender,” sifting the detritus in hopes that what we value will settle out and root. Flynn is after nothing short of transformation, and he takes us along for the ride, as in “Three Intangible Initiations.”
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