Joel Chace

from Threnody in Three Voices

Worked hard on the books for Ronnie’s store last this occurred to him: a path upward is for the old; that downward, for the young. The thought was night until I was so tired I quit. Today I And so between the enmity of the one and the servility of the other, neither had any regard for posterity. incontrovertible, but he didn’t at all tried to catch up on some reading while Jule napped, but soon went back to the accounts. Everything added up. Nobility, wealth, the refusal or the acceptance of office, were grounds for accusation, and virtue ensured destruction. know why. The damp mid-winter air chilled him, and he treaded carefully over the sidewalks’
Never surely did more terrible calamities Ronnie took Jule to her 1st Sunday School class after icy patches. He’d forgotten these pleasures of church. She was shy and just sat there all thru it. Said of the Roman People, or evidence more conclusive, prove that the Gods take no thought for our happiness, but only cold, muted sunlight shimmering the moist facades, she’d talk and play next week. Mother brought up all my tin gray and brown, of houses abutting each other for our punishment. fiercely assailed by adulation, by flattery, that worst as a child. Jule played with them all day.
I have a real hard cold today. Jule complained of a runny nose toward night. Gave her pills & along his way; and — as the park opened up poison of the true heart, and by the selfish interests of individuals. near and slightly over the summit — black branches cough medicine. We both used steam tonight. While we instinctively shrink from a writer's adulation, we lend a ready ear to detraction and spite, because flattery involves the shameful jigsawing a pale sky. He strolled westward through imputation of servility, whereas malignity wears the false appearance Used one of Jule’s quieting pills (she had as a the park, to a street that ran parallel to the one baby) for Marci. Wonderful, all night sleep.
he’d climbed. Taking his initial step of descent, he recalled his notion regarding paths for the of honesty. They wasted the property of others Ronnie in a spin about the store he wants to buy — in the same extravagances in which they had squandered their own, till the most rapacious and profligate old and for the young. Cautiously, bending aged knees — he’s always hoped for his own business. Has first choice on it now, but needs about $35,000. After among them had neither capital nor land remaining, calves and thighs tightening — he landed on a nothing in fact but the appliances of their vices. Everywhere were sales and brokers, and Rome was in his 1st meeting at the bank, he wasn’t encouraged.
narrow stretch of ice. His heart banged against his Yet great was the joy to think that the men whom Nero had enriched Girls upset all day by the heat. No real rain would be as poor as those whom he had robbed. chin. But as he slid, his fear and the years that had for almost 2 months. Leaves are already turning, & it’s only early Sept. Otho, having assured himself by various conversations with these men that they were cunning and bold, he loaded them with presents and promises, brought it on commenced to slide from him. and furnished them with money with which to tempt the cupidity of others. Started raining, finally — most of night — welcome noise.
The frigid air rushing by his ears Big disappointment today. Bank said no deal — Already he is thinking of debaucheries, of revels, of tribes of mistresses. These things he holds to be security too uncertain. Now what do we do? exhilarated him. Yet, despite the increasing the prizes of princely power, things, in which the wanton momentum, no blurring occurred. In fact, vision — Jule’s urine O.K. No sugar. What a relief! enjoyment will be for him alone, the shame and the disgrace for all.
all senses — sharpened, heightened to a point where he Telephone Co. put in our new phone for the dial system, which starts this weekend. The most arrant coward, the man, who, would dare nothing in the moment of danger, was the most Dreaded all day telling Jule about her operation knew he had never before so vividly voluble and fierce of speech. And what others call experienced these neighborhoods passing by. tomorrow. Finally told her after her bath.
crimes he calls reforms, and, by similar misnomers, he speaks of strictness instead of barbarity, of economy instead of avarice, while the cruelties and affronts inflicted upon you She took it very well, and we packed her suitcase. Sweeping around a curve, with month after month dropping This a.m., all went well except the shots. She wasn’t he calls discipline. His ears turn to hear every sound. away into the past, he marveled at maroon scalloping sick at all from the ether. I was the only mother who stayed over for 2 nights. Was run ragged. midway up the front wall of a house he used to visit.

Joel Chace has published work in print and electronic magazines such as, The Tip of the Knife, Counterexample Poetics, OR, Country Music, Infinity's Kitchen, and Jacket. Most recent collections include Sharpsburg, from Cy Gist Press, Blake's Tree, from Blue & Yellow Dog Press, Whole Cloth, from Avantacular Press, Red Power, from Quarter After Press, Kansoz, from Knives, Forks, and Spoons Press, Web Too, from Tonerworks, War, and After, from BlazeVOX [books], Scorpions, from Unlikely Books, and Humors, from Paloma Press.
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