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      September 29, 2020The Sequestered Juror Writes a RondeauKathleen McClung

      You find yourself more grateful for the view
      than for the king size mattress because you
      don’t sleep with any regularity.
      Instead you rise and pull the drapes at three
      or four a.m. Bright parking lot is nothing new,
       
      and yet configurations change. Those two
      Toyotas just arrived. That powder blue
      Mercedes left. Praise flux, mobility.
      You find your cell
       
      expands beyond four walls by watching who
      emerges from each open door and who
      departs. One day you will conclude: Guilty
      or Not. (Deadlock’s a possibility.)
      One day you’ll leave. For now, here’s what you do.
      You fill your cell.
      Kathleen McClung is the guest on Rattlecast #60! Click here to watch …

      from A Juror Must Fold in on Herself

      Kathleen McClung

      “I have taught a variety of literature and writing classes at Skyline College as an adjunct professor for over twenty years. While this seniority gives me a wee bit of job security, I still struggle with all kinds of uncertainties, which may partly account for why I write mostly formal poetry. There is a tangible comfort in the challenge of crafting a sestina, pantoum, ghazal, or sonnet. I may not have adequate health insurance, but my iambs feel good.”

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