Thank you to the editors of Inquietudes Literary Journal for including my poem "Blow, Winds" in their latest issue. You can read Issue 3: Spaces here.
The title "Blow, Winds" comes from King Lear. Thrown out by his scheming, power-hungry daughters and madly roaming the stormy heath, Lear rants,
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
Act 3, Scene 2
As king, Lear has never been exposed to the elements in this way before. Now he's experiencing nature's indifference and also paying the price for favoring the daughters who've learned to flatter him. The pain he feels now is exacerbated by the knowledge that he brought it on himself.
If you live in the Portland area and would like to see a free production of Lear in a graveyard, Portland Actor's Ensemble's production of the play will continue at Lone Fir Cemetery, Thursday - Sunday through August 4 at 7 pm.
