Abraham Lincoln

He was an orator of ear-erecting stature. A human cycopede, if you will, and never prone to babblement. As is often the case, his achievements fell into regard only after-wise. His detractors, a doggle-tailed scruff of scoundrels and fopdoodles. Hugger-muggers, bent upon, we would soon learn, the annihilation of The Great One. And so practiced in the art of sheep-biting and illaqueation that they might be regarded as real men only in a nuncupatory sense of the word—with consciences, collectively, thin as packthread. Decidedly, unworthy of a single quadrin. Destined only to muffle and fail. The Great One loved to obequiate—or obambulate amongst his loyalists—whatever the situation might require. And yet, his enemies were anything but jackpuddings. They were odious. Gastril-oquists, mocking him from the wrong side of history.

Robert Nazarene founded Margie/The American Journal of Poetry and Intuit House Poetry Series where he was the recipient of a publishers’ National Book Critics Award in poetry. His first book of poems is CHURCH (2006). A second volume of poetry,Puzzle Factory, is new in 2015. His work has appeared inBeloit Poetry Journal, Crazyhorse The Iowa Review, The Journal of the American Medical Association, The Literary Review, The Oxford American, Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner, Salmagundi,  Stand and elsewhere. He was educated at the McDonough School of Business at Georgetown University.