Month: March 2014

One-Line Plays by Richard Kostelanetz

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Glass Houses by Molly Wilmes

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Glass Houses

by

Molly Wilmes

Glass Houses

Molly Wilmes, is a BFA Sculpture candidate at the Art Institute of Chicago. 

This Chapbook is about grieving the loss of a friend, I work from my honesty, using a particular narrative voice to touch on something universal about grief.

Deep Within the Ravine by Neil Ellman

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Deep Within the Ravine

by

Neil Ellman

(after the painting by Hans Hofmann)

Below the surface

what never was

creation

it never was

the sseduction of flesh

by skin to bone

to

feet fins wings arms

                                                    the maw

of the creator

creating its own

repeating itself

never was

never was

never was

deep within

the hallows of the earth

never was

never will

where it began.

 

Bio:   I live in and write from New Jersey.  Many hundreds of my poems appear in print and online journals and anthologies throughout the world, including Alba, Anastomoo, The Camel Saloon, Counterexample Poetics, ditch, Fowl Feathered Review, Haggard & Halloo, PressBoardPress and Otoliths,among others.  I have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and the Rhysling Award.

Poetic Statement: Mine is a poetry of big ideas in small, singular packages.  I want the meaning to come through in accessible form–but with a slant, and always with a musical quality.

Three Poems by Arthur Turfa

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Three Poems

by

Arthur Turfa

 

Late Afternoon: the Pilgrimage Church

You asked me to explain to you a past

the always-correct Party had chosen

to hide from you. Yet in a new place now

you wondered about the saints and angels

within and without of Maria im Sand.

Willing I went with you over the

hills on that grey day, October fading,

winds bringing in clouds into the valley.

I pointed out the Virgin’s deep blueness,

the smooth apostolic face at the cross,

the font, pulpit, altar, sunless stained glass,

the mixture of styles, depending on time.

In the cemetery an old man spoke

about previous warfare’s heavy toll;

we exchanged a glance thinking of new deaths

and walked the streets of the closing-down town.

Interest does not always lead to belief.

But each November you light a candle

for your mother. You are a pilgrim

pursuing an uncertain goal as you

seek for answers to your unvoiced questions.

I think back to this day, and wish you peace.

 

Sunday Morning at Beech Island

Sunny morning on the crest of the hill,

Slightly-cold wind in this January

Blowing down the slope toward the Savannah.

Red-doored neo-classic chapel readied

For weekly glimpse of transcendent grandeur.

Uncertainties hover here over us,

Somber occasions, enduring concerns.

During flow of familiar devotions

Light transfixes heavenward-pointed Host

Suffusing unveiled glory over all.

Some linger later outside on the porch

Viewing the landscape with improved vision,

Savoring the moments they wish would endure.

 

A View Backward from the Bend

Every now and then, my path will bend.

If no mists fill the valley, if cloudless

Skies permit, I can gaze where once I went.

On ribbons of path straddling the ridge

Were elusive apparent destinies

Downward sloping toward sunset beaches,

That so thinly disguised a cul-de-sac.

Stretching to the sky, several towers,

Some unfinished, others now collapsing,

Their classrooms with closed windows preventing

Fragrant air to alleviate the staleness,

Not knowing the land where lemon trees bloom,

Scholars scour the text repeatedly

For some non-existing enlightenment,

Refusing to look at the external.

Occasionally a face that I see,

Or a song wafting melody to me

Reminds me of my travels on that path,

Reconnecting me to what I had loved

Even if no longer can be found

Even if it no longer can be loved.

As quickly as it comes, it disappears

And I follow the bend to straighter paths.

 

Bio: Arthur Turfa lives in the South Carolina Midlands, but his poetry contains influences of his native Pennsylvania, California, Germany (where he has also lived), as well as other places. He is working on an e-book of his poetry, scheduled for release later in 2014. Published in the Munyori Literary Journal and South Carolina English Teacher, he also maintains a personal blog, Some Poetry at aturfa.blogspot.com

Poetic Statement: Essentially I think Wordsworth had it right, although I do not always find long-lasting tranquility. Something or someone grabs a hold of me, and lingers until I recapture the moment, the glimpse, or the time from my life. My poetry attempts to include the reader into what I experienced, rather than telling the reader all about it or me. At times I strive for a sense of closure, at others I want to preserve something (more as a Symbolist than an Imagist). Whom do I read; Eliot, Auden, Rilke (in the original), Frost, Updike, Shakespeare, Bukowski, and others.Language that sings is more important that language that rhymes.

am siren lo-fi by Billy Cancel

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am siren lo-fi     in lavender / out to grass     delete as     considered bit
of an all-star     a’int that the berries     would like to announce my
participation     in bright white wave     i.e bug hunting     perhaps
something to cabbage     or just banging away at old
forms          was dabble chipper     with ice cream habit     still went cafeteria
with co-pilot     in ultimate safety perfect zone     co-pilot     who when link went
nowhere     i paid off in the dark     my songs are messy
unsympathetic     to management “tone-from-the-top” gives    
me circus headache    
regarding
duplication     i don’t echo their
concern”     big blue machine
decrees CCTV little
bears come          restlessness
bordering
upon non-subscription     we have to consolidate work of secret
associations black lantern clubs     we must form     society of
young dogs     while at every thoroughfare
junction Government
leers & i ask passersby
“are you anywhere?”

Bio: Billy Cancel has recently appeared in Barzakh, Horseless Review & Counterexample Poetics. His latest body of work HEADLESS MULTI VS. PERPETUAL INTERFACE was published in April by Hidden House Press. Sound poems, visual shorts and other aberrations can be found at www.billycancelpoetry.com

 

Poetic Statement: These are micro climates, dear compounds, circuits torrid