You may send 2-5 single-spaced poems in the body of your e-mail in addition to a biography. Be sure to include your last name, date of submission and “POETRY” in the subject line when sending it to:
editors@theadirondackreview.com
For more details, go to:
http://adirondackreview.homestead.com/submissions.html
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Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Poems Found by Poet Hound
http://www.swinkmag.com/index.php?page=home&artID=143
“Eleven Stories Up” by Noel Capozzalo
http://adirondackreview.homestead.com/TryfonTolides.html
“All of Us Listening to the Silence” by Tryfon Tolides
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“Eleven Stories Up” by Noel Capozzalo
http://adirondackreview.homestead.com/TryfonTolides.html
“All of Us Listening to the Silence” by Tryfon Tolides
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011
He Took A Cab by Mather Schneider
Mather Schneider was born in Peoria, Illinois and currently lives in Tucson, Arizona where the inspiration for this collection was born. The city of Tucson contracts and expands with every breath as Mr. Schneider navigates the streets and outskirts delivering a colorful array of characters to their varied destinations. I happy to share a sample of poems with you:
Service
A purple El Dorado nearly runs
me off the road
then gives me the horn and the
finger.
Fuck you, I whisper.
I’m driving my taxi
and there’s an old woman in my back seat.
I’m taking her to church
on St. Patrick’s Day morning.
She will sit in the front pew
and she will sing “Danny Boy”
at the end of the service.
I will sit in the parking lot of the church
in my taxi
and listen to her sing
out the open church doors
in the morning sun.
It’s the most important thing
in the world:
I’m driving a little old woman
in a green hat
to Our Mother of Sorrows,
and I’ve got to get her there safe.
I like the juxtaposition of the cab driver silently swearing and the old woman in a green hat going to St. Patrick’s Day service at her church. The cab driver is being respectful and the old woman is unaware as she prepares to enter the church. It’s a wonderful snapshot poem of daily life.
My Very Good Friend
He had a red plastic cup of something
in one hand and
a half sandwich in the other
and he came running up to my cab
while I was supposed to be stopped at the red light.
Shit, I said, get in.
He climbed in and spilled some of his drink
on the gray vinyl.
He looked like he was from India.
My friend, he said, good day to you.
He was slightly out of breath.
How ya doing? I said.
Can you please take me to university? he said.
Sure, I said.
I only have one problem, he said.
What’s that?
I don’t have any money, he said.
What’s that?
I don’t have any money, he said.
Get out.
Wait, he said, I have
a little money.
How much?
I have 10 dollars.
It’s 25 to the university.
Wait, he said, I think I
Might have 15 dollars.
25 to the university, I said
and pulled over on a side street to
let him out.
Tell you what, he said,
because I am tired and
because I am already here, I will
pay you 17 dollars.
Get out.
He got out and stood there.
Ok, he said through the window,
for you my friend
I think I have 20 dollars.
Jesus Christ, I said,
let’s go.
He got in again.
I’m gonna need that 20 now.
Of course my friend,
he said,
my very good friend,
of course,
I have it right here.
Can you break a hundred?
This poem made me laugh aloud, I have met more than my fair share of people like this one no matter age or race. There’s one of these guys in every crowd if you ask me and I love reading the conversation between the driver and the guy who thinks he’s slick at negotiating price only to reveal his hand at the end.
The Measly Subtraction
Cab drivers will lie about anything,
especially money.
“I made two grand last
week.”
As if this explains
the holes in their
shoes,
the fact that they can’t afford
a razor
and have breath like
a maggoty rhinoceros.
I always wonder why it is so important
to impress the rest,
when we all have
to go home alone
and count our greasy bills
and do the measly subtraction
of rent and electricity
and food and beer.
They lie and lie and the
world goes round
like godless miles through
the city
only to end up back
in the same hole.
We all want to be respected
even by those we no not respect
and even those who nobody respects
want the same thing and
feel the same pull,
the same question
of the self:
what will
my brother
think?
I like that this poem brings up that common truth of wanting to be acknowledged, respected, and the typical human nature of trying to impress others even if there is nothing to impress with. It takes the human struggle and places it in the cab driver’s perspective yet anyone can relate to this poem, everyone knows someone who tries so hard to impress others and fails. The truth is in the details here, the holes in the shoes, the unshaven faces, the same cluster of people all going home to struggle on their own yet still wanting to outshine each other in some way, even a small way. I like this poem.
If you enjoyed this sample of poems, you can snag a copy of this book you can pick up a copy of He Took A Cab by Mather Schneider yourself for $14.95 at:
http://www.spdbooks.org/Producte/9781935520214/he-took-a-cab.aspx?rf=1
or at:
http://www.amazon.com/He-Took-Cab-Mather-Schneider/dp/1935520210/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1315780135&sr=1-3
To learn more about Mr. Schneider, you can visit his blog a:
http://matherschneider.blogspot.com/
Thanks always for reading, please click in again tomorrow for more Poems Found by Poet Hound…
Service
A purple El Dorado nearly runs
me off the road
then gives me the horn and the
finger.
Fuck you, I whisper.
I’m driving my taxi
and there’s an old woman in my back seat.
I’m taking her to church
on St. Patrick’s Day morning.
She will sit in the front pew
and she will sing “Danny Boy”
at the end of the service.
I will sit in the parking lot of the church
in my taxi
and listen to her sing
out the open church doors
in the morning sun.
It’s the most important thing
in the world:
I’m driving a little old woman
in a green hat
to Our Mother of Sorrows,
and I’ve got to get her there safe.
I like the juxtaposition of the cab driver silently swearing and the old woman in a green hat going to St. Patrick’s Day service at her church. The cab driver is being respectful and the old woman is unaware as she prepares to enter the church. It’s a wonderful snapshot poem of daily life.
My Very Good Friend
He had a red plastic cup of something
in one hand and
a half sandwich in the other
and he came running up to my cab
while I was supposed to be stopped at the red light.
Shit, I said, get in.
He climbed in and spilled some of his drink
on the gray vinyl.
He looked like he was from India.
My friend, he said, good day to you.
He was slightly out of breath.
How ya doing? I said.
Can you please take me to university? he said.
Sure, I said.
I only have one problem, he said.
What’s that?
I don’t have any money, he said.
What’s that?
I don’t have any money, he said.
Get out.
Wait, he said, I have
a little money.
How much?
I have 10 dollars.
It’s 25 to the university.
Wait, he said, I think I
Might have 15 dollars.
25 to the university, I said
and pulled over on a side street to
let him out.
Tell you what, he said,
because I am tired and
because I am already here, I will
pay you 17 dollars.
Get out.
He got out and stood there.
Ok, he said through the window,
for you my friend
I think I have 20 dollars.
Jesus Christ, I said,
let’s go.
He got in again.
I’m gonna need that 20 now.
Of course my friend,
he said,
my very good friend,
of course,
I have it right here.
Can you break a hundred?
This poem made me laugh aloud, I have met more than my fair share of people like this one no matter age or race. There’s one of these guys in every crowd if you ask me and I love reading the conversation between the driver and the guy who thinks he’s slick at negotiating price only to reveal his hand at the end.
The Measly Subtraction
Cab drivers will lie about anything,
especially money.
“I made two grand last
week.”
As if this explains
the holes in their
shoes,
the fact that they can’t afford
a razor
and have breath like
a maggoty rhinoceros.
I always wonder why it is so important
to impress the rest,
when we all have
to go home alone
and count our greasy bills
and do the measly subtraction
of rent and electricity
and food and beer.
They lie and lie and the
world goes round
like godless miles through
the city
only to end up back
in the same hole.
We all want to be respected
even by those we no not respect
and even those who nobody respects
want the same thing and
feel the same pull,
the same question
of the self:
what will
my brother
think?
I like that this poem brings up that common truth of wanting to be acknowledged, respected, and the typical human nature of trying to impress others even if there is nothing to impress with. It takes the human struggle and places it in the cab driver’s perspective yet anyone can relate to this poem, everyone knows someone who tries so hard to impress others and fails. The truth is in the details here, the holes in the shoes, the unshaven faces, the same cluster of people all going home to struggle on their own yet still wanting to outshine each other in some way, even a small way. I like this poem.
If you enjoyed this sample of poems, you can snag a copy of this book you can pick up a copy of He Took A Cab by Mather Schneider yourself for $14.95 at:
http://www.spdbooks.org/Producte/9781935520214/he-took-a-cab.aspx?rf=1
or at:
http://www.amazon.com/He-Took-Cab-Mather-Schneider/dp/1935520210/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1315780135&sr=1-3
To learn more about Mr. Schneider, you can visit his blog a:
http://matherschneider.blogspot.com/
Thanks always for reading, please click in again tomorrow for more Poems Found by Poet Hound…
Monday, October 10, 2011
Small Fires Press
While I haven’t had the opportunity to purchase and read books at the site, the samples of what they produce are beautiful! I urge you to check out the matchbook sized poetry collections and beautiful chapbooks at:
http://smallfirespress.com/
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http://smallfirespress.com/
Thanks for clicking in, please stop by tomorrow for another featured poet…
Friday, October 7, 2011
Ran out of time
Hello everyone, I had an unusually busy weekend so I ran out of time for today’s post. However, we will be back to our regular schedule next week so please stop by again…
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Blue Collar Review Open Submissions
Open year-round to submissions, which is a wonderful thing if you ask me, you can submit up to five poems via snail mail. Include a cover letter with your biographical information and make sure each page/poem has your contact information included. Send your poems along with a Self-Addressed-Stamped Envelope to:
Blue Collar Review
P.O. Box 11417
Norfolk, VA 23517
Make sure to check out some sample poems, and a sample issue if possible, before sending poems their way. You can learn more about the poems they accept and their guidelines by going to:
http://www.angelfire.com/va/bcr/
Good luck to all who submit, please drop in again…
Blue Collar Review
P.O. Box 11417
Norfolk, VA 23517
Make sure to check out some sample poems, and a sample issue if possible, before sending poems their way. You can learn more about the poems they accept and their guidelines by going to:
http://www.angelfire.com/va/bcr/
Good luck to all who submit, please drop in again…
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Poems Found by Poet Hound
http://steeltoereview.com/2011/09/12/intolerable-end-by-john-douglas/
“Intolerable End” by John Douglas
http://www.poolpoetry.com/poetone.html
“What The Director Said” by Jeanne Marie Beaumont
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“Intolerable End” by John Douglas
http://www.poolpoetry.com/poetone.html
“What The Director Said” by Jeanne Marie Beaumont
Thanks for clicking in, please drop by tomorrow for more Open Submissions…
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Light Sweet Crude by Cynthia Barouinis and Claire Leeds
Published by Dancing Girl Press, Cynthia Bourinis and Claire Leeds come together to bounce poems off of one another on the subject of oil, creating a collection titled Light Sweet Crude. The result is an enlightening and scientific take on oil and its dwindling sources. Ms. Barouinis is working on her PhD in English at the University of Illinois at Chicago and her work has appeared in Poetry, Salzburg Review and in a future anthology from Partner Dance Press. Ms. Leeds lives and works on a farm in southern Wisconsin and holds a BA degree in Creative Writing while currently working towards a BS in Nursing.
While you may initially think a subject about oil might be boring or come off as boring or preachy, these poets make the subject dynamic, appealing, and intellectually gratifying. Below I am happy to share some sample poems to pique your interest:
Nesting
I have seen the collapse
of a rabbit’s nest in the short lawn grass.
There. The dog is tied to a stake
driven, invisible, into the ground.
She’s on a long line with a far reach.
I heard the past in a newscast—pirates
commandeer an oil tanker. Before
she was seized, her intrepid captian
peered through his telescope backwards—
thought the horizon held a distant threat.
I have found harbor in haunting:
a bell curve, the end of our plateau.
So, bar-prophet, business-man, a friend
of a friend of a friend—show me the peak
over the slick rim of your drink.
I’d like to meet our geology of decline.
I like that this poem takes every-day tragedy such as a rabbit’s nest in the grass in danger by the dog on the leash and expands it outwards to the oil tanker held by pirates. The poets even mention “thought the horizon held a distant threat.” In other words, what may seem a far and distant disaster is actually closer than you can imagine and at the end, the poet asks for more detail, more information. The poems in this collection continue on with more detail, just enough to make you want to look up even more information for yourself.
Because the Poem is a Limited Resource
I’ll ration stanzas like canned
meat during wartime; exhaust
verse to vapor, fume enough to keep
this engine plotting A to B, B to C,
C to D, origin to peak; nothing
metaphoric about our destination
but what propels us toward it
is the chemistry of conversion:
a stake drilled into the lawn distills
into the anchor of a compass;
leashed dog orbits like graphite,
carves with her body the edge
of a perfect circle,
a flattened globe, the rounded lip
of a glass from above;
the memory of scotch on my breath;
when this fuel runs out, I won’t drive
home, but bury my keys in the earth
and wait to see what grows there.
First of all, who wouldn’t want to read the poem after reading its title? Second, they are able to relate rationing stanzas to rationing oil, very clever yes? Since these poets are bouncing ideas off of each other we see the repetition of the dog on the long leash tied to the orbits of graphite which is part of the rock broken up to get to the oil. I love the idea of burying keys in the earth after the oil needed to drive is gone and to see what grows instead. I picture roads grown over with grass and tree roots breaking up the asphalt, what do you see?
If you enjoyed this short sample of poems as much as I have enjoyed the entire collection you can snag a copy of Light Sweet Crude by Cynthia Bourinis and Claire Leeds for a mere $7.00 from Dancing Girl Press at:
http://dulcetshop.ecrater.com/p/11547989/cynthia-barounis-claire-leeds-light
Thanks always for reading, please click in again tomorrow…
While you may initially think a subject about oil might be boring or come off as boring or preachy, these poets make the subject dynamic, appealing, and intellectually gratifying. Below I am happy to share some sample poems to pique your interest:
Nesting
I have seen the collapse
of a rabbit’s nest in the short lawn grass.
There. The dog is tied to a stake
driven, invisible, into the ground.
She’s on a long line with a far reach.
I heard the past in a newscast—pirates
commandeer an oil tanker. Before
she was seized, her intrepid captian
peered through his telescope backwards—
thought the horizon held a distant threat.
I have found harbor in haunting:
a bell curve, the end of our plateau.
So, bar-prophet, business-man, a friend
of a friend of a friend—show me the peak
over the slick rim of your drink.
I’d like to meet our geology of decline.
I like that this poem takes every-day tragedy such as a rabbit’s nest in the grass in danger by the dog on the leash and expands it outwards to the oil tanker held by pirates. The poets even mention “thought the horizon held a distant threat.” In other words, what may seem a far and distant disaster is actually closer than you can imagine and at the end, the poet asks for more detail, more information. The poems in this collection continue on with more detail, just enough to make you want to look up even more information for yourself.
Because the Poem is a Limited Resource
I’ll ration stanzas like canned
meat during wartime; exhaust
verse to vapor, fume enough to keep
this engine plotting A to B, B to C,
C to D, origin to peak; nothing
metaphoric about our destination
but what propels us toward it
is the chemistry of conversion:
a stake drilled into the lawn distills
into the anchor of a compass;
leashed dog orbits like graphite,
carves with her body the edge
of a perfect circle,
a flattened globe, the rounded lip
of a glass from above;
the memory of scotch on my breath;
when this fuel runs out, I won’t drive
home, but bury my keys in the earth
and wait to see what grows there.
First of all, who wouldn’t want to read the poem after reading its title? Second, they are able to relate rationing stanzas to rationing oil, very clever yes? Since these poets are bouncing ideas off of each other we see the repetition of the dog on the long leash tied to the orbits of graphite which is part of the rock broken up to get to the oil. I love the idea of burying keys in the earth after the oil needed to drive is gone and to see what grows instead. I picture roads grown over with grass and tree roots breaking up the asphalt, what do you see?
If you enjoyed this short sample of poems as much as I have enjoyed the entire collection you can snag a copy of Light Sweet Crude by Cynthia Bourinis and Claire Leeds for a mere $7.00 from Dancing Girl Press at:
http://dulcetshop.ecrater.com/p/11547989/cynthia-barounis-claire-leeds-light
Thanks always for reading, please click in again tomorrow…
Monday, October 3, 2011
Smartish Pace Site
Wonderful place to find poetry news, read interviews with poets, book reviews, and so on! Check it out at:
http://www.smartishpace.com/
Thanks for clicking in, please drop by again tomorrow for a featured poetry collection…
http://www.smartishpace.com/
Thanks for clicking in, please drop by again tomorrow for a featured poetry collection…
Friday, September 30, 2011
Read A Good Book: Bike Snob by Eben Weiss
Bike Snob: Systematically & Mercilessly Realigning the World of Cycling by Eben Weiss and illustrated by Christopher Koelle is a laugh-out-loud book. Let me just say that I am not a cycling enthusiast by any means. My husband loves bicycles and used to work in a bicycle shop so he spotted this book, bought it, and then proceeded to laugh hysterically to the point he could hardly read it out loud to me.
So, my curiosity piqued, I eagerly awaited my turn to read it and it was just as funny to me as it was to him. Eben Weiss is dead-pan funny with similes and metaphors that will crawl inside your head and make you snort and giggle when you’re trying to be a normal human being at your desk or while making dinner or doing life’s mundane chores. When your mind wanders you will envision Weiss’ descriptions of various cyclists such as The Lone Wolf who dresses and rides to the beat of his own drum or the girls who flout all bicycle laws while wearing their pretty dresses and sailing through busy intersections emerging miraculously unscathed. The illustrations of these people are just as funny as the words used to describe them thanks to the illustrator Christopher Koelle’s skilled hands.
From beginning to end you will learn, laugh, and be inspired to take your bike out for a ride. Eben Weiss even devotes a section to riding bikes amongst cars and why you shouldn’t be afraid of them (I am). Practical advice, tales of the impractical, and have I mentioned the similes and metaphors that will burn into your brain and make you snort while sitting at your desk? This book is worth reading even if you’ve never ridden a bicycle in your entire life. If you need a good laugh by a smart and witty writer, Eben Weiss is your guy! To top it off, he has his own blog where this book stemmed from to begin with so check him out at:
http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/
To purchase or read a laugh-out-loud copy of Bike Snob by Eben Weiss for yourself, you can visit your local library, book-store, or please go to:
http://www.amazon.com/Bike-Snob-Systematically-Mercilessly-Realigning/dp/0811869989
Thanks always for reading, please drop in again next week…
So, my curiosity piqued, I eagerly awaited my turn to read it and it was just as funny to me as it was to him. Eben Weiss is dead-pan funny with similes and metaphors that will crawl inside your head and make you snort and giggle when you’re trying to be a normal human being at your desk or while making dinner or doing life’s mundane chores. When your mind wanders you will envision Weiss’ descriptions of various cyclists such as The Lone Wolf who dresses and rides to the beat of his own drum or the girls who flout all bicycle laws while wearing their pretty dresses and sailing through busy intersections emerging miraculously unscathed. The illustrations of these people are just as funny as the words used to describe them thanks to the illustrator Christopher Koelle’s skilled hands.
From beginning to end you will learn, laugh, and be inspired to take your bike out for a ride. Eben Weiss even devotes a section to riding bikes amongst cars and why you shouldn’t be afraid of them (I am). Practical advice, tales of the impractical, and have I mentioned the similes and metaphors that will burn into your brain and make you snort while sitting at your desk? This book is worth reading even if you’ve never ridden a bicycle in your entire life. If you need a good laugh by a smart and witty writer, Eben Weiss is your guy! To top it off, he has his own blog where this book stemmed from to begin with so check him out at:
http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/
To purchase or read a laugh-out-loud copy of Bike Snob by Eben Weiss for yourself, you can visit your local library, book-store, or please go to:
http://www.amazon.com/Bike-Snob-Systematically-Mercilessly-Realigning/dp/0811869989
Thanks always for reading, please drop in again next week…
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Right Hand Pointing Open Submissions
Themed Issue coming up is about cities and towns! All poems must have a city or town in their title and when you use the on-line submissions system at Right Hand Pointing be sure to indicate that you are submitting to Issue #46 which is due out in December.
Make sure to look over their website to see if your poems fit the aesthetic and pay very close attention to how to submit your poems, they prefer short to long.
For more details go to:
http://sites.google.com/site/rhpissue99/issue-46-cities-dec-2011
Good luck to all who submit, please stop in tomorrow for another featured book…
Make sure to look over their website to see if your poems fit the aesthetic and pay very close attention to how to submit your poems, they prefer short to long.
For more details go to:
http://sites.google.com/site/rhpissue99/issue-46-cities-dec-2011
Good luck to all who submit, please stop in tomorrow for another featured book…
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Poems Found by Poet Hound
https://sites.google.com/site/44righthandpointing/alec-hershman
“Coming Home” by Alec Hershman
https://sites.google.com/site/44righthandpointing/scot-siegel
“Meth Labs In The Rain” by Scott Siegel
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“Coming Home” by Alec Hershman
https://sites.google.com/site/44righthandpointing/scot-siegel
“Meth Labs In The Rain” by Scott Siegel
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Tuesday, September 27, 2011
The Plath Poems by Nava Fader
Published in 2009 by Dancing Girl Press, Nava Fader’s collection The Plath Poems takes the first lines of Sylvia Plath’s poems and turns them into her own. Ranging from abstract to fanciful the poems deserve to be read a second and third time. Below I am happy to share a couple of my favorites:
It is no night to drown in
tunnels are tokens if you could run
slippery sides echoes
murmuring rock demurs
rumbling volcanic gut ash
whispers whippers whippoorwhill
small singing caught
corner of your eye. Soot marked
and steamy. Bottom dwellers have
stones for pockets. Their mouth
an eternal stone. All guesswork gypsy girl
done.
This poem has me envisioning the entrance to a cave and the exploration of its dark and cavernous mouth. I could be wrong about what this poem is about but the tunnels, the soot, and the mention of bottom dwellers paints such a picture for me. I can hear the eerie sounds “murmuring rock demurs/rumbling volcanic gut ash” described in the lines above. It’s a poem that makes me want to go out into the woods and find such a place.
One match scratch makes you real
sprites are not
ghosts are not harpies
or changelings You are just
as I left you The flower in your throat
furry velvet fills
the space of howls.
Can I get there
By candlelight? yes
And back again The black bag
opens and shuts like an eye
come too soon
to light Sit
and stew steaming crock
held in my knees groans
from time to time burns
and blooms your cheeks Mercury
irises rises the metal
stays hot
In this poem I picture the poet brining fairies out of the darkness by striking a match to light a fire. Again, I could be wrong as to what the poem is truly about but this is the interpretation that comes to mind with the first line/title tying to “sprites” and the mention of candlelight. I wonder what is in the steaming crock and what is in the black bag that “opens and shuts like an eye.” I picture magical things happening in the night in this poem.
In this collection there are also words that are used throughout the poems such as “tooth” and “tongue” so I wonder about Nava Fader's mind-set through the collection, if things are taken from a visceral feeling of taste, touch, and sound and then abstracted outwards when using the first lines of the poems. The collection is, as I said, fanciful and abstract and altogether enjoyable.
If you enjoyed this review you can purchase a copy of The Plath Poems by Nava Fader from Dancing Girl Press for $7.00 at:
http://www.dancinggirlpress.com/plath.html
Thanks always for reading, please click in tomorrow for more Poems Found by Poet Hound…
It is no night to drown in
tunnels are tokens if you could run
slippery sides echoes
murmuring rock demurs
rumbling volcanic gut ash
whispers whippers whippoorwhill
small singing caught
corner of your eye. Soot marked
and steamy. Bottom dwellers have
stones for pockets. Their mouth
an eternal stone. All guesswork gypsy girl
done.
This poem has me envisioning the entrance to a cave and the exploration of its dark and cavernous mouth. I could be wrong about what this poem is about but the tunnels, the soot, and the mention of bottom dwellers paints such a picture for me. I can hear the eerie sounds “murmuring rock demurs/rumbling volcanic gut ash” described in the lines above. It’s a poem that makes me want to go out into the woods and find such a place.
One match scratch makes you real
sprites are not
ghosts are not harpies
or changelings You are just
as I left you The flower in your throat
furry velvet fills
the space of howls.
Can I get there
By candlelight? yes
And back again The black bag
opens and shuts like an eye
come too soon
to light Sit
and stew steaming crock
held in my knees groans
from time to time burns
and blooms your cheeks Mercury
irises rises the metal
stays hot
In this poem I picture the poet brining fairies out of the darkness by striking a match to light a fire. Again, I could be wrong as to what the poem is truly about but this is the interpretation that comes to mind with the first line/title tying to “sprites” and the mention of candlelight. I wonder what is in the steaming crock and what is in the black bag that “opens and shuts like an eye.” I picture magical things happening in the night in this poem.
In this collection there are also words that are used throughout the poems such as “tooth” and “tongue” so I wonder about Nava Fader's mind-set through the collection, if things are taken from a visceral feeling of taste, touch, and sound and then abstracted outwards when using the first lines of the poems. The collection is, as I said, fanciful and abstract and altogether enjoyable.
If you enjoyed this review you can purchase a copy of The Plath Poems by Nava Fader from Dancing Girl Press for $7.00 at:
http://www.dancinggirlpress.com/plath.html
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Monday, September 26, 2011
Jingle Monster Site
Rebecca from Jingle Monster sent me a link for the Jingle Monster site’s poetry section which is pretty groovy because it takes current news events and turns them into rhyming jingles, check it out at:
http://jinglemonster.com.au/category/the-times-in-rhymes/
To learn more about creating a jingle through their web-site, visit:
http://jinglemonster.com.au/
Thanks for clicking in, please stop by tomorrow for another featured poet…
http://jinglemonster.com.au/category/the-times-in-rhymes/
To learn more about creating a jingle through their web-site, visit:
http://jinglemonster.com.au/
Thanks for clicking in, please stop by tomorrow for another featured poet…
Sunday, September 25, 2011
The Winner of Poet Hound's First Give-Away IS:
Samuel Snoek-Brown is our contest winner!
Congratulations, I'll be e-mailing you so you can receive your prize.
Thank you to all who entered! There will be another give-away in the future so please be on the look-out for it, please drop by again this week...
Congratulations, I'll be e-mailing you so you can receive your prize.
Thank you to all who entered! There will be another give-away in the future so please be on the look-out for it, please drop by again this week...
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