About Alan Reynolds

Poet born and raised in North Carolina and now after a sojourn in England a long-time resident of the Netherlands. More than 3,000 poems, many published in US and UK literary magazines and on CD and in books.

Attention Retention

‘I’ll be back at five-thirty to complain about being left out,’
she said to the angels, the lesser ones, watching a game
with real Christians and Tigers. One big cat had a pope in its mouth
while converts with halberds attempted to make the beast lame.
The angels gasped when a rank god with rabies approached from the south
and they raced to be first to mark up their screens with his name.
She, being a goddess herself, wanted live action more
so she shattered their tablets and shot a bolt closing the door.

An Egret’s Search for One Good Human (Episode 3)

An Egret’s Search for One Good Human

Humming birds and bees
have gone missing.
‘OK,’ people say.

‘We’ll make plastic flowers.’
Even egrets know
this is crazy.

A dolphin nears
the shore enough
that I can ask her

has she met
or heard of
one good human

‘Nature is the polluter,
their Reagan said,’
the dolphin snorted.

‘I swam through ugly miles
of human-made plastic,
starved and scared to fish

knowing that fish fill
themselves with plastic tossed
by your good humans.’

An Egret’s Search for One Good Human (Episode 1)

An Egret’s Search for One Good Human

‘Why can’t you be nice?’ I asked.
‘We can’t, because we’re people,’
the humans beings replied.

The birds and the other beings
nodded. ‘That’s the truth,’
they all said together.

‘If you are born a human
you’ll be bad.’
I wanted a different answer.

‘Can’t some of them change?’
I asked. I saw shaking heads.
‘Maybe,’ said one chicken.

She walked to the people.
They killed her dead
just because they could.

Exit Left

We listened but we didn’t do a thing.
Oh, Samantha marched, and Luther read a list,
and I chaired meetings. Glenda did I Ching.
And none of us believed apologists

for industries who claimed their little bits
of damage to our home lands weren’t so bad.
But Do? But Fight? A third of us signed chits
demanding less pollution. We were glad

we’d been so active, while we’d stayed polite.
We stayed on in the cities. We consumed.
The storm clouds thickened; we turned up the light
and read our anthems while the rockets zoomed

and birth control was honoured in the breech.
Jehovah gave his day job up to teach.