Ron Jevaltas

CONTACT:
Email: jevaltas.ronald@gmail.com
Address: 9398 Co Hwy CC, Pittsville, WI                                    

BIO:
Ron was born and raised in Milwaukee. He graduated from UW-LaCrosse in 1975. He taught at Columbus Catholic in Marshfield for 40 years. He has been married to his wife Roberta for 50 years. He enjoys carpentry, hunting, fishing, gardening and writing. He has had thirteen poems appear in the following publications: “New Worlds Unlimited,” editor Sal St John Buttaci; ten poems 1983-1988 Ariel VI and VII, 1987, 1988, Triton College “Salute to the Art,” two poems; “Farrago,” UW-Marshfield, one poem.                        

Poetry

April Fools ‘24

And yet, despite the
hour and the timbre of the
dark, it lies softly

How suddenly precious it’s been

on the shoulders of
spring: a shawl, a counterpane,
the resurrection

to have you so near these somber thoughts.

of a billion souls
with little hope of staying
out the week. Must I

White has not lost power over man,

celebrate alone
the silent beating of so
many aching hearts?

is not excluded from what’s been wrought.

Running out of time,
the evanescent sally
into light has no

Each of us has a stone to roll out;

chance to grow. I will
champion this sliver of
winter while others

each of us has little time to mend;

curse; and bless the time
spent with the saddest season,
the one so like death.

each to all our ragged volleys bend.

—Originally published in 2River View Literary Journal

Biophoto

Structure, order: threads                
I cling to as the fabric                      
of society                                          

I evolved in un-                                 
becomes into desultory                  
piles. Max ebb is near,                    

glistening rocks and                        
tide pools reveal my care worn     
skin. Yes, my social                         

media platforms
require more than stressed thumbs and
ralfies. I am old,

retired, but will not go
gently into the tomb of game
shows and TCM.

I seek relevance,
in an irrelevant world,
more than ever now.