"-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> Frigg | Spring/Summer 2025 | Low Rent District | Bruce McRae
artwork for Bruce McRae's poem Low Rent District

Low Rent District
Bruce McRae

A little yellow house on the moon.
No one knows how it got there
or when or why
anyone would want to live in such a place.
And have you seen the price of lumber lately?

It appears to be unoccupied,
but through my telescope I can see
the occasional light going off and on,
and what I think might be
a black dog looking out a window.


Bruce McRae‘s Comments

When asked to write comments on my poems I’m usually at a loss for words. Explaining a poem is much like explaining a joke. The joke is no longer funny and it stops making sense. If necessary to understanding the poem/joke it suggests the poem/joke didn’t work and needs further mention.

I can tell you all my poems are written in bed in the early hours of morning, and that I’m egged on, usually, by who and what I’m reading at the time. I’ve written over 12,000 poems, give or take, and I haven’t a clue as to the origins of these particular poems. I do know that I wrote them last year, but after that … I’m lucky I recall my name and remember the way home each day.

They do border on what they call magical realism, if that’s any help. Other than that—enjoy!

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Frigg: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 64 | Spring/Summer 2025