On My Terms I rarely make a sale, but still I strike my mark in artists’ circles. Everyone knows I drink and smoke hashish. Sometimes I like stripping off my clothes at parties. I chose to leave behind my bourgeois youth; the route to real art is disorder and defiance. Although I am unwell and destitute, I seek no help and I reject alliance with any group or style. Still, I’m tied to sweet and gentle Jeanne; she’s expecting soon, and we’re engaged. She’s terrified TB is claiming me. But self-protecting’s not my game. Intense brevity means far more than dull longevity. Barbara Lydecker Crane This poem is from the author's upcoming collection, You Will Remember Me, Able Muse Press. Barbara Lydecker Crane, twice a Rattle Poetry Prize finalist, has received several awards for her sonnets. Her poems have appeared in The Ekphrastic Review, First Things, Light, Measure, THINK, among others. Her fourth collection, You Will Remember Me, sonnets about artists and portrait paintings, will be published by Able Muse Press. More at The Ekphrastic Review by Barbara Lydecker Crane The Blue Hour House of Cards Reflection (nominated for the Pushcart Prize)
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