Poem by Michael Lee Johnson

 

Leonard Cohen My Friend (V2)

Death is a bitch and a whore
comes with hat on or off,
Jewish, Christian or lover years ago called Nancy.
Death is a passport, a left behind baggage note.
My leverage sinks, I see you pass human.
These my fears, your fright, being broke, old-royalties stole Suzanne.
Now branches, extended limbs, point outward nowheredoors
Montreal collapse tomb, dance with me,
end perfume love, a few dead flowers.

 

Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era. He is a dual citizen of the USA & Canada. Today he is a poet, freelance writer, editor, publisher, photographer who experiments with poetography (blending poetry with photography), and small business owner in Itasca, Illinois, who has been published in more than 1,013 small press magazines.

Judson Evans is a full-time Instructor in the Liberal Arts department at The Boston Conservatory at Berklee where he has taught a range of courses, from a Poetry Workshop on haiku, prose poetry and haibun, to a course on theories of cave art and the role of the cave in ritual and philosophy. In 2007 he was chosen by John Yau as an Emerging Poet for The Academy of American Poets. He was one of the founding members of Off the Park Press, and published work in each of its three anthologies responding to provocative contemporary painters. His most recent work has been published in (print journals) Laurel Review, Folio, Volt; 1913: a journal of forms; and Green Mountains Review, and (online journals) White Whale Review and Amethyst Arsenic. He won The Phillip Booth Poetry Award from Salt Hill Review in 2013. He has collaborated with composers, such Mohammed Fairouz, Mart Epstein, and Rudolf Rojhan, who set several of his poems to music, as well as with choreographers, dancers, musicians and other poets, including Gale Batchelder, and videographers Nate Tucker and Ray Klimek.

 

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2 Comments

  1. To Chad or whom it may concern

    As editor of the online magazine Muddy River Poetry Review I had A very unhealthy experience with Michael Lee Johnson.

    On of the requisites for publication in MRPR is agreeing that a poem has not Been previously published. On that basis on statement which he sent to me I published his poem. After publishing it I received emails from editors saying they had published the same poem And would like credit. I removed the poem and Johnson and told him it was Removed, His response was, “Fuck you.”

    Sent from my iPhone

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