Cold Turkey

By Joshua Mehigan b. 1969 Joshua Mehigan
They’re over now forever, the long dances.   
Our woods are quiet. The god is gone tonight.   
Our girls, good girls, have shaken off their trances.   
They’re over now forever, the long dances.   
Only the moonlight, sober and real, advances   
over our hills to touch my head with white.   
They’re over now forever, the long dances.   
Our woods are quiet. The god is gone tonight.

Source: Poetry (June 2006).

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 Joshua  Mehigan

Biography

Poet Joshua Mehigan grew up in upstate New York and received a BA from Purchase College and an MFA from Sarah Lawrence College. Influenced by the poetry of Philip Larkin, Jorge Luis Borges, and Edgar Bowers, Mehigan writes intelligent, morally complex lyric poems shaped by a nuanced attention to rhyme and meter. Critic Adam Kirsch praised The Optimist in a review for the New York Sun, observing, “Mr. Mehigan is Frost-like in . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Religion, Theater & Dance, Nature, Faith & Doubt, Arts & Sciences, Trees & Flowers, God & the Divine, The Spiritual

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

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