Poems composed in bathtubs
hold more meaning
writing during baptism
at least your body is clean
if not your mind or soul
you eventually lose one
and the other becomes
a bargaining chip
in a game of black-jack
with a God
who looks like Penn Gillette.
This poem is from The Clearing Barrel by Anthony Roberts, published by Blue Jade Press.
Anthony Roberts is a veteran of Baltimore and Afghanistan. He currently lives in New Jersey in a home with beautiful views and interlocking fields of fire.
Listen to our Savage Wonder episode with him here.
He is the author of the Pushcart Prize-nominated Pigtown and The Clearing Barrel.
You can follow him here.
The Parlor returns—now calling 139 Main Street in Beacon home! We’re launching the season with a gloriously absurd bang: The Bald Soprano by Eugène Ionesco, in a sharp, witty translation by Donald M. Allen.
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