My heart broke within my chest
and the pieces got stuck between my ribs.
I pulled on a sweater and moved to Wisconsin.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
My Fake Anthology
Lisa Eizenga’s Anthology
Rae
Armantrout
Dark
Matter/1
Music/3
Resounding/4
Erica
Bernheim
The Oversized World/6
I Love How Your Eyes
Close Every Time You Kiss Me/8
Like
a Face/9
Emma Bolden
At First/11
Jennifer Boyden
I’d Have Presented a
Cup of Water or My Own Small Ax/12
Laynie
Browne
Letter II/14
Anemone/15
Interlude:/16
Rick Bursky
Cardiology/17
Brigitte
Byrd
(quixotic cooking)/18
(looking back it was easy/19
Ashley
Capps
Hymn for Two Choirs/20
Reading an Ex-Lover’s First Novel/21
Conventional Red/22
Reading an Ex-Lover’s First Novel/21
Conventional Red/22
Paula
Cisewski
Ghost Fargo/23
Ode to Tethers/25
Hell, MI/26
Juliet Cook
Venus Tree/27
Brenda
Coultas
An Early Alphabet/28
Black Boxes/29
Cynthia
Cruz
Twelve in Yellow-Weed at the Edge/30
Shoot/31
You Will Be Like Your Dreams Tonight II/32
Jim
Daniels
The Tenured Guy’s Trajectory/33
The Tenured Guy Handles the Evidence/35
The Tenured
Guy Calculates Salaries/36
Julie
Doxsee
On Yesterday’s Statue/37
Magnetic Strips/38
Rock Erodes a Lifespan/39
Magnetic Strips/38
Rock Erodes a Lifespan/39
Norman
Dubie
The Canvas Boat/40
Sasquatch/41
Landmine: Field of Copper Wings/42
Carolina Ebeid
Havoc Yonder World/43
Nancy
Eimers
A History of
Navigation/44
No Moon/45
In the New Year/47
Graham
Foust
Skull/49
John Gallaher
The First Chance I Get I’m Out Of Here/50
James
Galvin
January Thaw/51
Promises are for Liars/52
So Long/53
Louise
Gluck
All Hallows/54
Epithalamium/55
Descending Figure/56
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Beached/58
Brent Goodman
To the Student Who Asked You What My
Poems Mean
for David Graham/59
Martha
Greenwald
Crosswalk/60
The Story of the Day/61
Cardigan/62
Kimiko Hahn
A Dream of a Pillow/63
Tom
Healy
A Labor of Moles/64
Alarm/65
The Metaphysics of
Being Well-Mannered/66
Jay
Hopler
In the Garden/67
Approaching the Tower/68
Green Squall (for Kimberly Johnson)/69
Paul
Foster Johnson
R3. War of Maneuver/70
R5. Marcelled Men of War/71
R13. Written into the Bestiary/72
Laura
Kasischke
Riddle/73
Pharmacy/75
The Key to the Tower/76
Jesse Lee Kercheval
Straight Line/78
Yusef
Komunyakaa
Light on the Subject/79
Back Then/80
Letter to Bob Kaufman/81
Susanne
Kort
Street/82
Black Painting #2: The Dead/83
Discarded Clothes/84
Li-Young
Lee
In His Own Shadow/85
Become Becoming/86
Little Ache/88
Jon Loomis
Conspiracy Theory/89
Louise Mathias
Satine/90
Ross
Middleton
Family Circus/91
Malena
Morling
From the Train/92
Everything is True/94
Late at Night/95
Lori
Anderson Moseman
How Became I an
Aircraft Carrier/96
On Ice/97
In the Way a Cow’s
Grazing Is/98
Julie
Moulds
Late Summer Litany/99
Dog
Grows Fish Scales/100
There Was a Soldier, Not a Sparrow, Inside the
Golden Cage/101
Michael
O’Brien
Confetti/103
Ephemera/104
Some of the Days/105
Carrie
Oeding
I Have Been In More Uncomfortable
Situations Than This/106
Poem in the Shape of a Trumpet/108
‘All My Friends’ Barbecues Need
Attending’/109
Sharon
Olds
When/110
Topography/111
I Go Back to May 1937/112
Dzvinia
Orlowsky
First Rain/113
Inherited/114
If I Can Feel the
World Tonight/115
Martha
Rhodes
Our Bedroom Wall/116
Into the Fens/117
Telling Mother about My Troubled
Marriage/118
Martha
Ronk
“Self-regard played
across the walls of the room like
shadows”/119
With interstitial
vacuities, a network of light/120
“So they say:
‘This is what happened’; but they do not
say what the person
was like to whom it happened.”/121
Mary
Ann Samyn
Another Word for Small/122
Christopher
Schmidt
All Tomorrow’s Parties/123
Arcades Palare/124
Making Eyes/125
Herbert
Scott
My Father’s Fortune/126
That Summer/127
Evening, Milking/128
Frederick
Seidel
From a High Floor/129
The Hour/130
Jason
Shinder
The Pitch of Childhood/131
Eternity/132
Summer Night/133
Jennifer
Snyder
Cafes at Night/134
Frank
Stanford
The Nocturnal Ships
of the Past/136
Linger/137
Sun Go Down/138
Larissa
Szporluk
Io Remembers/140
Ghost Continent/141
Crocodilia/142
Brian
Teare
–In the Library of the Fairy
Tale,/143
House in Summer with a Slapped Face
in It/144
–Of a Sleeping Man,
& a Second Man Awake
(for John Wieners, 1934-2002)/145
Chase
Twitchell
The Wars/147
Makeshifts/148
Walking Meditation/149
Gail
Wronsky
A poem for and
against sonnets./150
Sunday./151
Friday./152
Dean Young
Roving Reporter/153
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Online Literary Magazine
I really enjoyed reading poetry on the online magazine of
literary arts, 42opus. The poems seemed very musical to me and most ended with
the reader feeling enlightened, or quizzical about the world. The poems all
seem to be working in a way to challenge the readers thinking and open your
mind to exploring new ideas. This is stated in the editorial statement as, “writing
that moves and delights our minds and hearts.” On a publishing standpoint, 42opus
describes their website as a, “clean, pretty website.” This makes a difference
for the reader, I think, almost as much as the types of poems presented. Being
able to easily navigate and read a neat website allows the reader to see more
work and therefore enjoy more. This is something online magazines should not
overlook.
Similarly the online magazine, Diode, creates a clean, neat website that is easy to navigate and read and therefore as a reader I am inclined to read and enjoy it more. I enjoyed Diode because it seemed to value poetry that creates small scenes in great detail. Something I enjoy very much. Like in Silence, a definition by Bob Hicok
This woman who loves me,
who has memorized the birthmark of my face,
who invited my sperm
to become a sea monster in her fathoms,
she never said my name, and I never hers,
like why would a horse call another horse
horse
when it can lean a neck to its side,
such a thorough alphabet in the rain
that the ground knows exactly
what's being said, and replies
slowly, replies green, with shade
Similarly the online magazine, Diode, creates a clean, neat website that is easy to navigate and read and therefore as a reader I am inclined to read and enjoy it more. I enjoyed Diode because it seemed to value poetry that creates small scenes in great detail. Something I enjoy very much. Like in Silence, a definition by Bob Hicok
This woman who loves me,
who has memorized the birthmark of my face,
who invited my sperm
to become a sea monster in her fathoms,
she never said my name, and I never hers,
like why would a horse call another horse
horse
when it can lean a neck to its side,
such a thorough alphabet in the rain
that the ground knows exactly
what's being said, and replies
slowly, replies green, with shade
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
White Lake
White Lake
I take in a deep breath,
And I begin choking with joy.
“I smell White Lake”
I say
I smell Mickey mouse pancakes.
I feel sand
all the way up my ankles
And there are playing cards sticking to
A maple syrup drop left behind
On the table.
My mother replies,
“Sweetie, that is the smell of mildew.”
This is kind of a bitter sweet poem. It’s a childhood memory of spending time at the lake, but it also shows how memory can be distorted. The speaker uses specific detail to create an atmosphere of happy memories, a beach, a special breakfast children like, card games. But then the words, “choking” and the fact that the mother is smelling mildew gives the feeling that there is more to this memory than the good things the speaker remembers, or chooses to remember about white lake.
I take in a deep breath,
And I begin choking with joy.
“I smell White Lake”
I say
I smell Mickey mouse pancakes.
I feel sand
all the way up my ankles
And there are playing cards sticking to
A maple syrup drop left behind
On the table.
My mother replies,
“Sweetie, that is the smell of mildew.”
This is kind of a bitter sweet poem. It’s a childhood memory of spending time at the lake, but it also shows how memory can be distorted. The speaker uses specific detail to create an atmosphere of happy memories, a beach, a special breakfast children like, card games. But then the words, “choking” and the fact that the mother is smelling mildew gives the feeling that there is more to this memory than the good things the speaker remembers, or chooses to remember about white lake.
Shrug.
Shrug
Dad might be in the other room with the brownies I left on the stove to cool.
He’ll cut the entire pan into four rows and two columns,
eat a quarter of the pan, and be able to claim he only ate two.
I stop baking to find drive through napkins on the counter.
My sister asked him if he saw the commercial
Where the father loses weight for his daughter’s wedding.
She tells him he looks so good and they cry.
He shrugged and said, I don’t watch commercials.
This poem is telling a story about a man who does not seem to know or care that his daughters are concerned with his health. It begins with the first stanza that gives detail about the problem, the second shows the daughters concern, and the third shows the father's indifference. I’m afraid that maybe this poem is being too obvious, so your suggestions are appreciated!
Dad might be in the other room with the brownies I left on the stove to cool.
He’ll cut the entire pan into four rows and two columns,
eat a quarter of the pan, and be able to claim he only ate two.
I stop baking to find drive through napkins on the counter.
My sister asked him if he saw the commercial
Where the father loses weight for his daughter’s wedding.
She tells him he looks so good and they cry.
He shrugged and said, I don’t watch commercials.
This poem is telling a story about a man who does not seem to know or care that his daughters are concerned with his health. It begins with the first stanza that gives detail about the problem, the second shows the daughters concern, and the third shows the father's indifference. I’m afraid that maybe this poem is being too obvious, so your suggestions are appreciated!
Monday, February 4, 2013
"Explain in 25 words why you like the poem you chose," he said.
The Well-Tempered Clavicle
I've got to get back to the
lisping lung, the feral staircase,
the malignant gray plank, the
lethal begun. That is to say,
your lips, beautifully pressed
silencers,
a convulsant chest wall.
The plumb line's a pendulum.
Can I explain what I like about this poem in 25 words? Word choice, sounds, absurd images. Yes, I could sum it up in 5.
The Afterlife is a Dry County
Poems by Charmi Keranen
Big Wonderful Press
I've got to get back to the
lisping lung, the feral staircase,
the malignant gray plank, the
lethal begun. That is to say,
your lips, beautifully pressed
silencers,
a convulsant chest wall.
The plumb line's a pendulum.
Can I explain what I like about this poem in 25 words? Word choice, sounds, absurd images. Yes, I could sum it up in 5.
The Afterlife is a Dry County
Poems by Charmi Keranen
Big Wonderful Press
Cruz Takes Control
NOTES ON THE DISASTER
Tore the plastic tubes from my arms.
I still have the scars and I walked
Right out of that place. I say
If I'm going down, then I'll do
The killing-
This poem is empowering. Throughout this book the poems contain vivid images of pain, abuse, and a lack of control. Then boom! She takes control.
The Glimmering Room
By Cynthia Cruz
Four Way Books
Tore the plastic tubes from my arms.
I still have the scars and I walked
Right out of that place. I say
If I'm going down, then I'll do
The killing-
This poem is empowering. Throughout this book the poems contain vivid images of pain, abuse, and a lack of control. Then boom! She takes control.
The Glimmering Room
By Cynthia Cruz
Four Way Books
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