Category: Winter 2010 Poems
Dear Jack
by Christopher Russell Hi Jack, is what I want to say. But at this moment there’s this little voice loving its perch, screwed into a reflection
The Teenaged Poem—in memory of Jack Myers
by Suzanne Rhodenbaugh The soul of Nietzsche, the scruples of Alfred E. Neuman. After stanza one it yawns, picks its nose and farts. It takes a
Blue Notes—Jack Myers, In Memoriam
by Sydney Lea Our good friend Mark forwarded your lovely “Cirrus” soon after you died. I’d have wept at it even if
Mentor, we’re talking
by Alexander Etheridge Sudden winter, unfashionably cold rain — You may know this, changed now into everywhere by the shadow’s knick. And word
Entwined
by Carol Westberg It can never be satisfied, the mind, never. — Wallace Stevens Anxiety
Next Time
by Carol Westberg An eagle, the boy said, or a loon. Next time I might be moss or stone or a stream carrying on.
Moon
by Betsy Sholl It all comes down to one day glowing, one day gone, one day haloed mother, one day the hag, scythe in hand. So, what throw of the
Hit & Run
by Betsy Sholl It wasn’t a Mac truck wanting me dead, just a blue car, young woman on the phone. Good, Biene — Biene — the license plate read. At
Adagio For Strings
by Betsy Sholl The radio’s weeping again, this time without commentary, so it could be for anything, these strings brought to the breaking — for
With Jack Myers in France
by Paul Christensen You were my guest in southern France once, with Thea fussing with car rentals on the phone, my wife fixing breakfast at the