Young American Poetry Digest 2011

My middle son, Ethan, is your typical 8-year-old.  Always talking, always moving, always hungry.  His two states of consciousness, awake and slightly less awake, coincide with his two volumes, loud and louder.  He is constantly trying to get us to call him by a variety of nicknames.  Despite his success at school, however, his nickname efforts on the home front have failed. 

Ethan's school work, among other things, follows closely along these lines.  Consequently, a story or poem he has composed will have certain requisite elements including: nicknames, noise, damage and banishment.  When this poem appeared in Young American Poetry Digest for 2011 none of us were surprised.  Proud, but not surprised. 

POE AND MOE

There was a guy named Poe.

He used to play with Moe.

But they screamed too loud.

And broke the crowd.

And there he never again goes.

- Spring 2011