Prime Number Magazine, Issue 113, Oct-Dec 2017

Ted Jean.jpg

 

 

Ted Jean

Selected by Guest Editor–Gabrielle Brant Freeman

Followed by Bio and Q&A

 

 

 

 

metaphail

 

Ben arrived alive

from Afghanistan

immediately metastatic

 

cradling crash victim

Susan got crushed

under a drunk Cadillac

 

Patricia’s trail

of caring drew the

pancreatic hellhound

 

funny,

for the life of me,

I can’t load all that shit

 

into a broken boat

on a moonlit lake

 

A retired carpenter/AIG executive, Ted Jean writes, paints, and plays tennis with Amy Lee. They live in the Willamette Valley outside Portland, Oregon. Nominated twice for Best of the Net, and twice for the Pushcart Prize, his work appears in Beloit Poetry Journal, PANK, DIAGRAM, Juked, dozens of other publications. His first chapbook, Desultory Sonnets, won the 2016 Turtle Island Poetry Award.

Note

I wanted to unload some feelings about the deaths of several people I have loved. Tried a metaphor or two—you know, the way poets will. It just wouldn't work. This transmogrified sonnet is a record of that failed attempt.

 

Q&A

What is your favorite dietary pleasure?

Not real nutritious, but in all honesty, Scotch is close to the top of my list.

 

You’ve just discovered a new planet. What are you going to name it?

Under the influence of my dietary selection, I might be tempted to go with Heranus (because yours is already accounted for.)

 

Which is your favorite season: Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall?

Spring, no hesitation. As I mentioned, we live in Oregon's Willamette Valley.