I can be heard reading five of my poems at this link. I am Aaron.
I received yesterday a copy of Third Wednesday vol. X, no. 2, which contains two pieces of mine: an untitled poem in honor of my maternal grandfather-in-law, and a short prose passage titled “Parable”.
I can be heard reading a poem I wrote for the late Geoffrey Hill here. I’m the first person to read in the open mic session, about 30 seconds into the .mp3 file there.
Should you be interested, you can hear me read a few of my poems here. I’m the one banging on about Pope in his bio. Poems read are titled, in order:
All against all
Vulcanism II: Hieron
Pindaric III (For Creüsa)
A poem of mine is forthcoming in the August issue of the New Orleans Review. The edition is a special issue devoted to Shakespeare (2016 being the 400th anniversary of his death), and they happily decided to include a piece I wrote in reply to Shakespeare’s sixth sonnet. I leave Shakespeare’s original below.
Then let not Winter’s ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty’s treasure, ere it be self-kill’d.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That’s for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigur’d thee:
Then what could Death do, if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
…..Be not self-will’d, for thou art much too fair,
…..To be Death’s conquest and make worms thine heir.