Category: Fall 2010 Poetry
Blunted Night
by Allen Fowler Mice thwart their teeth with what wood holds in the walls, answer to a boning itch, question to a witnessing ear. Poison has been
As Might Love
by Allen Fowler Pierce and ugly caw embroider an edge which parries wind as might love, so so softly that the whole moves as if through water.
Break Wake Routine
by Allen Fowler Each day a question stumps us from the rich dark drama of night, what to eat mostly, what package to wear. Our constant doing
Cui Dono? after Catullus
by Richard Taylor To whom am I to give these poems, polished, erased, smoothed again and fitted into murmured line, the limb and sinew of
Carnal Knowledge
by Richard Taylor I want to see the wounds I’ve dealt and show the scars I wear. I would point out the faintest outline of a footprint on the
Mavka #6. The Kiss
by Padma Thornlyre I lie alone. Sappho And thus, under a fat moon in February, the wheel turns, our failures at last not wrong- turns,
Mavka #8.
by Padma Thornlyre I am not so full of wine and elk medallions grilled rare that I forsake utterance. Lichens, too, have filled me up, near
What You See Is What You Get
by David Budbill Thoughts never twisty. Confucius, The Analects Grace Paley said once, in a hand written note to me, We write big,
Contradictions
by David Budbill Zen monks like it quiet. Kuang-shan Lao Tzu said, Beautiful words are not true. True words are not beautiful. I think
Po Chü-i and His Poetry Karma
by David Budbill Poor Po Chü-i cursing his poetry karma while he brushes out another poem. He, the Taoist devotee, disciple of silence, seeking