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House with Many Rooms
One recalls the depths of shadow, The uncertain elsewhere of each room, Dust like stellar remnants drawn together. As one crosses a threshold, the room Departed vanishes as if a stage set On which the lights have been cut. One has no choice but to move ahead, And cannot help but feel an interloper, Guilty of some voyeuristic intrusion, Although the rooms are empty, unoccupied. Perhaps ahead a furnished room waits: A thin veneer of moonlight on a quilt. Black crepe draped over the mirror.
Post-Mortem, poems by Heather Altfeld
Post-Mortem poems by Heather Altfeld Winner of The 2019 Orison Poetry Prize, selected by Eric Pankey Orison Books paper / 100 pp. / $16.00 ISBN 978-1-949039-14-6 Distributed to the trade by Itasca Books 1-800-901-3480 / orders@itascabooks.com Publication Date: April 6, 2021 ABOUT THE BOOK Spanning ages and species and cultures, Heather Altfeld's Post-Mortem pays tribute to the passing glory of this planet and all that our hands have made.
One Poem by Al Maginnes
If you drive the country roads around here, you will find old barns holding fast against the gravity of gentrification, their wood worn gray as twilight, boards gone like the teeth in a friend’s mouth, those absences that become all you can see when he smiles. Time’s erosion leaves little to smile about as nails loosen their grip in wood’s fabric. Those structures were built with the help of neighbors or men hired for a few days’ labor. Once each of those nails gleamed bright as a new moon.
One Poem by Martha Silano
I can’t stop thinking about the wild horses of Chernobyl, keep going back to the sepia photographs, horses with glowing eyes, living in a town where 33 years ago the residents were ordered to evacuate, take only essentials, leave their televisions and clothes, their furniture and artwork, their cars. Were told it would just be a few days, that the police would guard their homes.
Eight Poems from Dryside Verses: Four Seasons on Goodlow Rim by John Daniel
The maple is shedding— I lug in firewood, crushing summer with each step. No visitors this month. Me alone for distraction. To hike sidehill this slope studded with rocks is an awkward honor. Ah, trapped spider, evolution didn’t plan on sinks. Sleek does drink and nuzzle at the pond. On my desk, a gray hair. Moonrise over Goodlow sends juniper shadows far downhill on frosted grass. The pond skinned with creased ice this morning—a spider begins an expedition.
The Depths of August
I was blinded by grace, A prey torn from its shadow, Entwined only to unravel. Alive in a dead calm, I was fire from which Air is withheld, A charged element. An illegible signature, I was that which Otherwise serves to conceal. An inaccessible room. A sky divided by lightning. The Image archive is supported in part by an award from the National Endowment for the Arts.
Three Poems by Eric Pankey
Three Poems Essay on a Lemon Like a lens, the lemon clarifies by way of distortion. Like a mirror, the lemon implies an unseen onlooker. The lemon, transformed by one’s attention to it, is a spark pent up in a barn, is tenuous auroral light, is long shadows on a glacier. The lemon waits to be recognized like the inscrutable event of a miracle. The lemon is like a nail before the hammer’s invention. One experiences the mystical as the phenomenal. Want to read more? Please login. New to Narrative? sign up.
December 2017 Exemplars: Poetry Reviews by Grace Cavalieri
A monthly feature that looks at books of and about poetry. The End We Start From by Megan Hunter. Grove Press. 134 pages. Storm for the Living and the Dead by Charles Bukowski, edited by Abel Debritto. HarperCollins. 259 pages. Further Center, Poems 1970-1998 by Yoko Danno, introduction by the late Gary Snyder. The IKUTA Press. 195 pages. Plus: Best Translations, Best Literary Journal, Best Chapbook, Best Mixed Genre, and Best Gift Book. Pankey repurposes life with each poem.
Milkweed Editions
Eric Pankey’s arresting ninth collection of poems, Trace, sits at the threshold between faith and doubt—between the visible and the invisible, the sayable and the ineffable, the physical and the metaphysical. In Trace, Pankey creates images of both stark beauty and stark truth. The skeleton of a burning home becomes a children’s drawing of a house.
Meanwhile - Image Journal
So little is legible: glacial till, the moonlight on an iced-over ditch, The moon itself—an opal pruning hook. He could go on like this: list after list, A compendium apropos of nothing more than to place the speaker here, Pointing north, bewitched like a compass needle. Hard to make much that resembles poetry out of the speaker’s depression Because depression is mute, lethargic, leaden, Articulate only as stalled-ness, stilled-ness.
A Study for a Figure at the Base of the Crucifixion
Crows, like ghosts flocked in a field of asphodels, gather. They startle up in the air, drop like a length of chain. She could call their cold caws lamentation or laughter. It is hard to recall what she did not know Before she knelt here: the brayed past smudged from too much handling. (Was there a room ablaze in sunlight, dust motes flashing Around him as exhausted he collapsed beside her?) Who can speak about tomorrow, forsaken before it arrives?
Heirloom
Find and share the perfect poems. Sundown, the day nearly eaten away, the Boxcar Willies peep. Their inside-eyes push black and plump against walls of pumpkin skin. I step into dying backyard light. Both hands steal into the swollen summer air, a blind reach into a blaze of acid, ghost bloom of nacre & breast. One Atlantan Cherokee Purple, two piddling Radiator Charlies are Lena-Horne lured into the fingers of my right hand.
Illuminations: A Series on American Poetics
Anthony DELANOIX View the Books in the Series SINCE THE PERIOD OF HIGH MODERNISM, American poetic practice has sought nothing less than a revolution in poetry. The new language, rhetoric and form of the poetry of William Carlos Williams, T.S Eliot, Ezra Pound, Mina Loy, H.D., Langston Hughes, Marianne Moore, and Wallace Stevens released new energies and new (or dramatically different hybrid) poetic practices.
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