The Nature of Loyaltythe lame dog oftenThe Nature of Loyalty by MadPrinceFeanor
follows blindly alongside
the one who hurt him
Dido's ConflictCarthage shall foreverDido's Conflict by MadPrinceFeanor
feel the sting of your sword.
We shall not endeavor
to keep you in untoward
circumstances. Go, then--
with lands to be explored
and duly conquered when
you set foot within them.
And there are other men
to grovel at my hem.
And there are maidens, too,
that I cannot condemn
for falling into you
the way I almost did;
the way I wanted to.
The love we had was all too sordid
to end another way than it did.
Ach, Du / Ragdoll Re-writeAch, DuAch, Du / Ragdoll Re-write by MadPrinceFeanor
• by MadPrinceFeanor, Feb 5, 2005, 4:48:50 PM
I lost my tongue when I was born,
so you sewed it in
just as you saw fit.
My eyes fell out soon after,
so you made me glass ones
and when my ears closed up
you poked the holes in flesh
to filter in all that was appropriate.
You taught me high-class;
you bred me on chair-pulling,
yes, ma'aming chivalry.
And when I could do these things
you told me not to
and took to how a lady ought to act.
Skirts must fall to the knee-
and overalls are for nights and weekends.
Prince in drag,
with all the wrong sex-parts,
whore to a spiritualtiy
that never agreed with you.
Darling mum and sperm--
I fell into the chore of loving you.
Mother sews the infant’s tongue
just as she sees fit
to speak only the prettiest words.
She polishes the unblinking
glass eyes in blue
and curls the lashes
so as not to let in excess light.
DFC 2014 11: Antigone IHow barren and forsaken is this land,DFC 2014 11: Antigone I by MadPrinceFeanor
this country that has known so much upheaval,
when wickedness incarnate can command
that one is good, and the other evil.
Will the gods frown so on my retrieval
and seeing to my brother's last farewell?
Did Polynices not bleed red as well?
Advance praise for the works of Jai M. McGrainer:|
"You're like, really really good!" ~someone on the internet
"You have a very unique voice." ~almost all of my creative writing professors
"Why do you have to write about these kinds of things?" ~my mother
"[The writing of Jai M. McGrainer is i]mpressive. Most impressive." ~Darth Vader
Grandmother Spider Bears the Weight of the SunDecember.
The solstice smells of wet soil.
A rising sea of dusk washes over her,
pressing on her mind
like her fingers press the lump of clay in her palm.
Grandmother keeps her hands busy,
forces nervous tremors into the small vessel
emerging like a snake
from the earth.
A bundle of flowers had held the sweat of her hands.
The trip to the hospital bore the scent of old leather,
worn bus seats
and lilies too long without water.
He'd been badly burned, they said.
His fingertips were flame-marked,
smooth and new-pink
when they came to change his bandages.
Grandmother flexes her parchment fingers.
Clay rims her wrinkled knuckles,
turns her hands to dusty grey spiders.
She clings to her secrets so tightly
her hands start to burn.
Her feet take her across the road from the bus stop.
In the Oklahoma fields, the long grass breaks against her legs,
the winds drag a tide toward her.
No moon rises tonight.
Grandmother lifts her eyes from the little clay pot in her hands,
eyes the stars
and the st