Prime Number Magazine, Issue 113, Oct-Dec 2017
Selected by Guest Editor–Gabrielle Brant Freeman
Followed by Bio and Q&A
Ben arrived alive
cradling crash victim
Susan got crushed
under a drunk Cadillac
of caring drew the
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.
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.
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.