The Young Writers Workshop Speaks in Skinny Rain

Rain Skinny

today, it never stops
raining
bloody
thundering
gunfire
raining
soldier
children
explosions
raining
it never stops today.

Cheryl Wang
8/1/2018

Cheryl Wang is a rising senior in Saratoga High School in Saratoga, California, and a poetry student at the UVA Young Writer’s Workshop. She thinks pineapple on pizza should be banned and made a capital crime. She has two pets: a dog, called Rory, and a stray cat that sometimes wanders into her yard looking for food called “Meow-Meow.”

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how we play in the rain

I count the drops of water in your hair, they still fall from the sky,
shivering
like
love,
me
shivering
until
you
come
shivering.
I still count the drops of water in the sky, they fall from your hair.

summer comforts

Wrapping ourselves into each other while the thunder cries outside
blankets
on
our
forms
blankets
pessimistic
weather
reports
blankets
Wrapping each other into thunder while outside cry ourselves.

Vincent Mangano
8/1/2018

Vincent Mangano is a rising freshman at Virginia Commonwealth University. He was an editor at and was published in his former high school’s literary magazine. He likes mom & pop Thai restaurants, poetry that is optimistic about humanity, and all four-legged creatures.

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No Justice

When you bleed, they don’t move
Screams
Of
Desperate
Students
Screams
And
No
Change
Screams
When they don’t move, you bleed

Sona Wink
8/1/2018

Sona Wink is a sophomore at Germantown Friends School in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She has received a Silver Key from the Scholastic Writing Awards and is a gun control activist. She enjoys practicing the upright bass, memorizing geography facts, and reading.

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Rain Skinny Poems

Baby blue skies melt onto my thighs
Days
Painted
With
Watercolor;
Dazed
By
Raining
Sun
Days
Skies melt onto my baby blue thighs

Says pain has a neighborhood security camera
And
Light
Falls
Through
And
Sweat
Runs
Down
And
Security camera says a neighborhood has pain

Ella Harrigan
8/1/2018

Ella Harrigan is a rising high school sophomore at École Jeannine Manuel.

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A Skinny for Makiyah Wilson –age(d) 10

O’ masked men of smoking guns & drive-bys
Makiyah
Deserved
Better
Cowards
Makiyah
D.C.’s
Martyred
Jewel
Makiyah
O’ men of masks, drive-bys & smoking guns

Derrick Weston Brown
8/1/2018

NoteThe Skinny poems that appear above are–once again–the literary fruit of Derrick Weston Brown’s poetry workshop, crafted at the University of Virginia’s Young Writers Workshop, held on the campus of Sweet Briar College in the summer of 2018.

Derrick Weston Brown holds an MFA in creative writing, from American University. He has studied poetry under Dr. Tony Medina at Howard University and Cornelius Eady at American University. He is a graduate of the Cave Canem and VONA Voices summer workshops. His work has appeared in such literary journals as Little Patuxent Review, Colorlines, The This Mag, and Vinyl online. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2012. He worked as a bookseller and book buyer for a bookstore which is operated by the nonprofit Teaching for Change. He was the founder of The Nine on the Ninth, a critically acclaimed monthly poetry series that ran from 2005-2015 at the 14th & V street location of Busboys and Poets. He was the 2012-2013 Writer-In-Residence of the Howard County Poetry Literary Society, of Maryland. He is also a participating DC area author for the PEN/Faulkner Foundation’s Writers-in-Schools program. He’s performed at such esteemed venues as The Nuyorican Poets’ Cafe and the Bowery. He has lead workshops and performed at Georgetown University, George Washington University, Sweet Briar College and Chicago State. He has appeared on Al-Jazeera and NPR as well. In May of 2014 he was also the recipient of a Maryland State Arts Council Individual Artist Grant. He is a native of Charlotte, North Carolina, and resides in Mount Rainier, Maryland. His debut collection of poetry entitled, Wisdom Teeth, was released in April 2011 on Busboys and Poets Press/PM Press. You can follow him on social media on Facebook and on Instagram @theoriginalDerrickWestonBrown as well as his author website DerrickWestonBrown.com










 

 

 

The Skinny Days of a Reuben Jackson Summer

Rainy Tuesday Skinny (shiver shiver mix)

Wallflower Songs
Prepare
for
her
laughter
Prepare
to
date
moonlight
Prepare
Wallflower Songs

***

Tuesday Heartbreak
Your
Futon’s
still
Empty
Your
Tissue
box
Too
Your
Tuesday Heartbreak

***

Sunday afternoon
Dreaming
About
Fried
Fish
Dreaming
Canceled
Losses
Kisses
Dreaming
Sunday afternoon

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Khadijah’s Skinny Joint (Motor City Meditation Mix)

Amir

I kissed your ghost’s shadow.
Smiling
Peaceful
Sipping
Music
Smiling
Eyes
Soft
Angel
Smiling
I kissed your ghost’s shadow.

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September

My Father loved you like silence.
Bittersweet
Transitional
Shadows
Depart
Bittersweet
Cooler
Gridiron
Colors
Bittersweet
My Father loved you like silence.

Reuben Jackson
7/24/2018

Book Review: Hairway to Heaven: Tales of a Neighborhood’s Truths

Hairway to Heaven: Tales of a Neighborhood’s Truths
Review by George Clack

Derek Alderman, a geographer at the University of Tennessee, has been keeping track of streets in the United States renamed after Martin Luther King Jr. He’s now counted more than 900. In her new short story collection from Cherry Castle Publishing, Hairway to Heaven, Patty Somlo has chosen to focus on the residents of one Martin Luther King Boulevard, an actual street in Portland, Oregon.

In Somlo’s telling, Portland’s MLK feels reminiscent of MLK Boulevard in Baltimore, a hard-scrabble, low-income neighborhood in the process of change. Somlo’s MLK was once a street of jazz clubs, now long gone, and the neighborhood is just beginning to gentrify a bit. There are panhandlers and hustlers, rehabbed alcoholics, churchgoers, men who hang out in the barber shop, hardworking Mexican-immigrant families, the remnants of an African-American middle class, and a few white folks moving in.

Hairway’s 15 short stories take a classic form, what is usually called a story cycle – that is, stories set in one place in which characters appear and reappear, sometimes as the protagonist and in other stories as a secondary character. In a good story cycle, each story should be able to stand alone, but added together, the stories will have a cumulative power that offers a vibrant portrait of a particular community at a particular time. Story cycles have been around a long time. In American literature courses, you’ll run across Sherwood Anderson’s Winesburg, Ohio (1919) and William Faulkner’s Go Down, Moses (1942). More recent examples that have won critical acclaim and popularity include Gloria Naylor’s The Women of Brewster Place, Louise Erdrich’s Love Medicine, and Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge.

A few of Somlo’s stories are brief character sketches, but most work through a repeated motif – people are more than they seem to be at first glance. Or put a different way – everybody deserves to be listened to. Horn Man, the panhandler on the corner, was once a great jazz musician. The hardworking Mexican paterfamilias Elidio is susceptible to obsessive lust for his sexy cousin. Ali, the convenience store owner, is perhaps not the bad son his mother back in Egypt thinks he is. Through her use of the close third person point of view and the occasional firstperson narrator, Somlo manages to get inside the heads of a vast variety of characters.

Among the more ambitious stories is “Angelina, the name of the baby left in a bus shelter on MLK early one morning. Somlo shifts the point of view throughout the story, relating the action from the perspectives of a young white women walking her dog and a 63-year-old nurse on her way to work who together discover the baby. Somlo also flips sympathetically to the mind of the harried mother who couldn’t get the baby to stop wailing and then to the father who left the apartment because he couldn’t stand the crying and finally to a gay man living in artists’ housing in a neighborhood in which he’s fearful of going outside.

“Missing” is perhaps the most complexly layered story in the collection. It’s the tale of faithful Mavis Trent, a woman in her 80s still waiting for the return of her beloved husband from the Korean War. Howard Trent, that dashing husband, turns out not be quite the person she has held in memory all those years. What gives this story its oomph is the firstperson narrator, a white woman journalist, new to the neighborhood, who becomes friends with Mavis and then fascinated with tracking down the truths behind her story.

As its protagonist, the title story features Leticia Williams, an ex-alcoholic. Leticia is one of the neighborhood rehab center’s success stories; she finds Jesus and the entrepreneur within herself in the course of the story, creating a combination hair salon and storefront church that she cleverly names Hairway to Heaven.

Somlo writes the straightforward prose that one might expect from an ex-journalist. Here’s a sample from “Hairway to Heaven,” Somlo describing the moment when Leticia begins to take control of her life.

Now Leticia Williams would be the first to agree with Willie Washington that the devil had tempted her, even after she’d shaken hands with Jesus. But as time went on, the memory of that handshake kept assuring Leticia there might be another way to soothe the raw ache in her belly crying out for a drink and then another and another one after that, when some little thing didn’t go right and a world of sorrow threatened to come crashing down. After a couple of relapses and with that memory’s help, Leticia started to take charge.

Instead of running to the corner store and buying a bottle of booze the minute some man broke her heart, as nearly every man managed to do, Leticia sat herself down in the little apartment she’d gotten, thanks to the government, and lit some candles. Leticia had candles of all sizes and colors. mostly in glass, some that were scented. By the time she was done lighting candles and blowing out matches, the apartment smelled like carnations and long-stemmed roses.

That’s when Leticia sat down and quieted her mind. She started breathing in and out, as she’d been taught to do in some anger management class a long time ago. The breath coming in through her nose smelled so sweet and flowery, Leticia couldn’t help but imagine herself in a beautiful garden. With her mind’s eye, she watched the breath travel down into her lungs and enter her belly, where it swirled around, easing the old raw hurts before dropping to her legs. The breath eventually made its way down to her bare feet and toes, at which point she brought it up through her legs again.

Somlo is a former journalist who lives in Sonoma County, north of San Francisco. This is her second published story collection, after The First to Disappear in 2016. She also has a memoir, When Trapped Behind Clouds: A Memoir of Quiet Grace, in print.

Hairway to Heaven
By Patty Somlo
114 pp. Cherry Castle Publishing. $14.99.
Click Here to Order.


Photo by Richard L. Fung (c) 2018

Patty Somlo is the granddaughter of immigrants, She grew up in a military family that moved constantly. Her nomadic childhood has fueled her passion for writing about immigrants, refugees, the homeless and the dispossessed. Somlo spent ten years as a reporter, including at Pacific News Service, where her articles were picked up by major newspapers throughout the country, before concentrating on short fiction and creative nonfiction. Her journalistic focus on social issues reporting continues to inform her fiction.
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George Clack is a writer, ex-magazine editor, and reviewer who lives in Columbia, MD. He teaches literature courses at Howard Community College and for the Johns Hopkins/Osher Program. Clack is also a member of IndivisibleHoCoMD’s Immigration Action Team; the editor of a weekly email newsletter, “Immigration News”; a board member of a Columbia-based literary magazine, the “Little Patuxent Review“; and blogs on creative writing under the name RasoirJ at 317am.org. Previously, he had a long career with the U.S. State Department, the U.S. Information Agency, and the National Endowment for the Arts as an editor of magazines, books, and Internet content.

Book Review: Freedom Ground of the Cosmic Underground

Freedom Ground of the Cosmic Underground
Review by Truth Thomas

The Cosmic Underground: A Grimoire of Black Speculative Discontent is an Afrofuturist manifesto, and a Black Speculative Arts Movement (BSAM) guidebook. In it, ideas and images are artfully arranged to inform and, hopefully, neutralize the arsenic-like effects of racism on the brutalized body of all black humanity. Featured in the invocation-like pages of this ambitious anthology, readers will find a stellar array of graphic art, essays, poetry, interviews, micro-fiction, and comics. The artwork consistently dazzles. Indeed, this collection aspires to be many things—and it largely succeeds. Arguably, the most intriguing theme that permeates the book is the suggestion that there is no segregation in the space/time continuum as it pertains to the vibrant black past, present, and freedom bound future.

If I were to attempt to describe this anthology in musical terms, I would say it is a kind of afro/techno/hip-hop/jazz—but not exactly. Art can never be pinned down like a butterfly on a page. Although the collection clearly has improvisational qualities in its expression of thoughts and illustrations, it cannot be so easily categorized. Cosmic Underground, edited by Dr. Reynaldo Anderson and John Jennings, with an introduction by Greg Tate, is its own new music—its own new thing. And that “thing” is a movement that embodies concepts that are entirely fresh and gaining strength in the black artistic and intellectual community. It is palpable and energizing evidence of Afrofuturist art as the art of activism in the early twenty-first century.

As I have previously publicly noted, when I was growing up in the 1970s, there was only one black person in space: Star Trek’s Nyota Uhura. She was fine, and I loved her. Still, that was it. No other black people existed in the stars, either on television or in the movies as permanent fixtures. It was widely understood that in Hollywood, and in life, space travel imaginings were exclusively the purview of white people. This was the zeitgeist of times. Indeed, within the context of school-based American history lessons, people of color were relatively nonexistent. Black folks only came into view within the framework of slavery. So, before we were enslaved, just as was the case on Gene Roddenberry’s Starship Enterprise, we had tokenism as our future and redaction as our much-instructed past. Any textbooks that taught otherwise were (by and large) not a part of mainstream curricula in school systems in the United States.

Back then to be a black American meant that you were the outhouse of America. Much as is the case in 2018, black Americans in the 1970s were systematically disenfranchised, oppressed, and repressed. Then as now, people of color were routinely murdered by the police (as well as by many other white people who were not badged as civil authorities). Few, if any of those folks doing the killing ever faced any punishment for their crimes.  In fact, long before Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, and Sandra Bland were essentially lynched by “law enforcement” in America, names like Bernard Whitehurst, Jr., Arthur McDuffie, and José Campos Torres also made that tragic list (Osborne: Dugger: Rincon). I mention all of this because “the problem of the [twenty-first] century” to borrow from W.E.B. Du Bois remains “the problem of the color-line” (Du Bois 19). Undoubtedly, the editors of the Cosmic Underground are keenly aware of this reality. It shows in the work. Black freedom thought, in response to racism worldwide, is presented as what it has been for centuries: ongoing.

It bears mentioning that even after America has seen the election of its first Black President in Barack Obama, few textbooks are written today (especially in the context of Humanities studies) that address the reality of contemporary racism in the context of that continuance. Certainly, fewer books still document black speculative thoughts about countering racism as a global phenomenon—particularly those written by African American scholars and published by black-owned presses. In that light, the significance of Cosmic Underground to the global community of color cannot be overstated.

Notwithstanding my excitement over this work, it strikes me that many young people (younger African Americans and those in the African Diaspora) will probably not find the academic language and intellectual excursions in the anthology accessible. As I know the editors of this collection aspire to arm current and future generations of black people with hope for an emancipated future, I find this realization regrettable. Not far from where I am writing this review (North Eutaw Street, in Baltimore), many young black boys are working the squeegee hustle at traffic lights just off of Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard. Long and differing definitions of Afrofuturism would likely not be a subject that they would give an ear to for very long. Those kids, stranded in a digital desert are trying to eat, much like many poor black folks in D.C. and many other parts of the country. In that light, Cosmic Underground would not likely be the book that they would easily embrace (although the comics that the collection references would no doubt be of great interest).

However, to be fair, I can think of few books that address serious space/time reflections that are meant to be as easily consumed as popcorn. Perhaps that is as it should be. Great art, great science, great music, all have depth. What Anderson, Jennings and Tate have created in this anthology also has a similar aesthetic and intellectual depth. References to: Sun Ra, Bree Newsome, John Coltrane, Octavia Butler, Nnedi Okorafor, Michelle Alexander, MF Doom, George Clinton and many other scholars, artists and activists, frame the pages of their book like paintings in an art gallery unveiling. In that context, I think it is right to say that Cosmic Underground is, undoubtedly, very filling food for thought. It is something to be celebrated—and repeatedly taught—and boldly acknowledged for what it is: documentation of black visibility, moving in the past, stirring in the present, and actively creating a timely freedom future.

References

Cosmic Underground
Edited by Reynaldo Anderson and John Jennings.
Introduction by Greg Tate.
240 pp. Cedar Grove Books. $26.71.
Click Here to Order.

Dr. Reynaldo Anderson is an Associate Professor of Communication and Chair of the Humanities department at Harris-Stowe State University in Saint Louis Missouri and serves as an executive board member of the Missouri Arts Council. He is the Past Chair of the Black Caucus of the National Communication Association (NCA). He has previously worked for international prison reform with C.U.R.E. International in Douala, Cameroon, and as a development ambassador in Ghana.  Anderson publishes extensively in the area of Afrofuturism, communication studies, and the African diaspora. He is the executive director and co-founder of the Black Speculative Arts Movement (BSAM), a network of artists, curators, intellectuals, and activists.

John Jennings is Professor of Media and Cultural Studies and a Cooperating Faculty Member in the Department of Creative Writing at the University of California, Riverside. His work centers around intersectional narratives regarding identity politics and popular media. Jennings is co-editor of the Eisner Award-winning essay collection “The Blacker the Ink: Constructions of Black Identity in Comics and Sequential Art” and co-founder/organizer of The Schomburg Center’s Black Comic Book Festival in Harlem.

Greg Tate is a writer, musician and producer, who lives in Harlem. From 1987-2005 he was a Staff Writer at The Village Voice. Tate’s  writings on culture and politics have also been published in The New York TimesThe Washington PostArtforum and  Rolling Stone. He has been recognized as one of the “Godfathers of Hiphop Journalism.” His books include Flyboy In The ButtermilkBrooklyn Kings-New York’s Black Bikers(with Martin Dixon), Midnight Lightning: Jimi Hendrix and The Black Experience, and Everything But The Burden–What White People Are Taking From Black Culture  His most recent book was published by  Duke University Press:  Flyboy 2: The Greg Tate ReaderHis forthcoming book, Beast Mode: 20 Iconic Gods and Monsters of the Late Twentieth Century Black Atlantic is contracted to FS&G.

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Truth Thomas is a singer-songwriter and poet born in Knoxville, Tennessee and raised in Washington, DC. His collections include: Party of Black, A Day of Presence, Bottle of Life, Speak Water, winner of the 2013 NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Literary Work in Poetry, and the critically acclaimed children’s book, My TV is Not the Boss of Me, with illustrations by Cory Thomas. His poems have appeared in over 150 publications, including: Poetry MagazineThe Journal of Hip Hop Studies, and The 100 Best African American Poems (edited by Nikki Giovanni) Thomas has been writing reviews since 2008. He is the founding editor of Cherry Castle Publishing.

TSPJ Call for Submissions

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The Skinny Poetry Journal (TSPJ) seeks new poetry that documents all that is inescapably troubling and irrepressibly beautiful about the times in which we live. We are especially interested in receiving poems that launch a literary counterpunch against injustice (wherever that injustice exists in the world). TSPJ is a literary journal that is dedicated to The Skinny poetry form. A Skinny is a short poem form, created by Truth Thomas, that consists of eleven lines. The first and eleventh lines can be any length (although shorter lines are favored). The eleventh and last line must be repeated using the same words from the first and opening line (however, those words can be rearranged).The second, sixth, and tenth lines must be identical.

The point of the Skinny, or Skinnys, is to convey a vivid image with as few words as possible. Skinny poems can be about any subject. They can also be linked, like Haiku, Senryu or Tanka. To submit your Skinnys for publishing consideration, email: theskinnypoetryjournal@gmail.com with your poem, or poems, copied into the body of your email.

The Skinny Poetry Journal

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“What Has Occurred” by Angela H. Dale

 

What Has Occurred

no words can describe the depth and breadth of his
hands’
callous

violation

shredded
hands
clasp
shredded
callused

hands —

her words can describe the depth and breadth of No

Angela H. Dale
2/5/2018

Written in response to Larry Nassar’s statement, “There are no words that can describe the depth and breadth of how sorry I am for what has occurred,” and the testimony of 156 women at his trial.

“Another Black History Month” by Le Hinton

Another Black History Month

Revolution [19th Century]

“any free person, who shall hereafter teach, or attempt to teach, any slave within the State to read or write… shall be liable to indictment”
Act Passed by the General Assembly of the State of North Carolina
at the Session of 1830—1831

To learn, we break the law.
Read
fast.
Pick
slowly.
Read,
then
hide
what’s
read.
We learn to break the law.

Sunday Morning [20th Century]

“but as I write these words now I cannot stand and sing “the National Anthem.” I have learned that I remain a black in a white world.”

                                                  Jackie Robinson

I will sit right here for now.
Blood
staining
Birmingham
glass
Blood
spinning.
Earth
soaking
blood.
For right now, I will sit here.
 
The Content of Our Color [21st Century]

Future
just a dream~
                                               brother’s
                             hands
               held
high
                                               brother’s
                              done
                bleeding
out~
                                               brothers
dream a just future

Le Hinton
2/5/2018

“The Elephant Skinny Suite” fresh from the Young Writers Workshop



Elephant Skinny

The fence flatteners, the tender nomads
walk
across
treadmill
earth
walk
bishops
down
aisles
walk
the tender nomads, the fence flatteners

Lucy Johnson
7/13/2017

Lucy Johnson is a senior at Holland Hall School in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She has received three Gold Keys from the Scholastic Writing Awards, and has attended The Oklahoma Summer Arts Institute at Quartz Mountain for three summers. Most recently, she attended the University of Virginia Young Writers Workshop for poetry. She enjoys painting, music, traveling, and spending time with her dogs.

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The Poetry of  Indira Khera

the elephant rests on the castle courtyard
climbing
jungle
baby
serving
climbing
wearing
cotton
saddle
climbing
the castle courtyard rests on the elephant

***

the Afghan village waited on the edge of the world
bloody
war
wandering
predestined
bloody
cause
carried
home
bloody
the world waited on the edge of the Afghan village

Indira Khera
7/13/201

Indira Khera is a high school senior at Miss Porter’s School in Farmington, Connecticut. She is involved with both theater and performing arts at Miss Porter’s, and has won 1st place in the Edith Wharton Writing Competition, as well as receiving an Honorable Mention in the Northeast Region Scholastic Awards. Additionally, she is currently attending the Young Writer’s Workshop through the University of Virginia.

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The Poetry of Annie Li

purple moons imprinted under your eyes are wilting
your
pearls
of
ivory
your
expired
silver
flesh
your
eyes are wilting, your purple moons imprinted under

Annie Li
7/13/2017

Annie Li is a rising senior at Montgomery High School in Skillman, New Jersey and a poetry student at the UVA Young Writers Workshop. She enjoys eating greek yogurt, writing poetry, and petting dogs.

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The Side

he sits on the side
Tusks
alabaster
aching
art
Tusks
breaking
bleached
brown
Tusks
the side he sits on

Joyce Zhang
7/13/2017

Joyce Zhang is a high school student who resides in Northern California. She was on the Claremont Review’s shortlist and is a poetry student at UVA Young Writer’s Workshop. On a regular day, she can be found lounging around her house with a cup of peach tea.

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Note: This Skinny series is the literary fruit of Derrick Weston Brown’s poetry workshop, crafted at the Young Writers Workshop in the summer of 2017. The Young Writers Workshop is a six week residential Summer Creative Writing intensive at Sweet Briar College in Southwest Virginia.


Derrick Weston Brown, Young Writers Workshop

New book rising: Ghost Train by Matt Borczon


Support this writer, support this book:

“The easy option would be… poetry from beyond the front line, words from the warzone, the art of the aftermath, a warriors words lock & load…all would be true but too easy, and they would sell this collection short; here’s the harder truth, these are honest poems that the Great War poets Wilfred Owen and Robert Brooke would recognise as truth.” – Neil S. Reddy, Miffed and Peeved in the U.K.

Matthew Borczon is a writer and Navy sailor from Erie Pa, his book A Clock of human Bones won the Yellowchair reviews chap book contest in 2015. His work has appeared in many online and print journals including: Red efts, dissident voice, dead snakes, big hammer, anti heroin chic, drunk in a midnight choir, the beatnik cowboy and others. He is married with 4 children and 3 jobs. Life keeps him very busy.

To order Ghost Train, by Matt Borczon, go to:
https://www.weaselpress.com/product-page/ghost-train

 

“Not Yet 100 Days” by Susan Jackson

Not Yet 100 Days

Part One:

Mourning’s not the same this time.
Splintered.
Caffeined
Apoplectic
Asking
Splintered
How…
…this?
….happened?
Splintered.
Time’s not the same, this mourning.

Part Two:

Search forward the next petition, the next march, the next fight—
Hope.
You,
There
reaching
Hope!
Lined-
Soldiers
Armed.
Hope!!;
Petition the search; next, next, next the fight–the March forward!

Susan Jackson
4/16/2017

“Jazz Piano Skinnys” by Le Hinton

Jazz Piano Skinnys

Thelonious Monk

She danced the chord Monk played for
free.
Sweet
dissonance.
Fearless,
free-
flowing
music
breathes
free.
She played the chord Monk danced for.

Bill Evans

“We will meet again,”
Bill
plays.
She
prays.
Bill
dreams.
I
believe,
Bill,
we will meet again.

Art Tatum

We invited genius for tea
this
Sunday
morning.
Across
this
piano,
hands
fly.
This
genius we invited for tea.

Le Hinton
4/5/2017

“The Myth of Skinny Donald Trump” by Sharon Mishler Fox

The Myth of Skinny Donald Trump

Donald Trump spreads lies like butter.
Lies
drape
across
landscape.
Lies
slither
into
crevices.
Lies,

lies Donald Trump spreads like butter.

Trump dines on lies.
Lies
breakfast,
lunch,
dinner,
lies
every
tasteless
snack.
Lies,
Trump dines on lies.

This is the skinny on Donald Trump.
Lies
make
Trump
skinny.
Lies,
meaningless
skin/
bones.
Lies.
The skinny on this is Donald Trump.

Sharon Mishler Fox
3/29/2017

“Seeds” by Janel Spencer-Levy

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Seeds
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free.  – “Come Together,” The Beatles – Based on signs from the Women’s March, Jan 21, 2017, San Diego

When they tried to bury us, they didn’t realize we were seeds.
This
is
what
democracy
this
looks
like
democracy
this:
They didn’t realize we were seeds, when they tried to bury us.

*

In numbers too big to ignore,
hear
me
roar:
I,
hear
me,
am
woman,
here:
In numbers too big to ignore.

*

Si, se puede!
We
stand
for
equality.
We
the
people,
power,
we.
Yes, we can!

*

People still ask
what
was
the
victim
what
was
she
wearing
what…
people still ask.

*

Black lives
matter
seed
ash
magic
matter
bees
sand
polin
matter
Black lives

*

Revolution is love not
Trump’s
hate.
Love
is;
trumps
hate.
Our
love.
Trump’s
revolution is not love.

Janel Spencer-Levy
2/18/2017

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Four poems for February — Barbara Turney Wieland

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2017

starts as a shit storm
warning
muted
orange
warning
voted
fear-monger
rage
warning
as a shit storm starts

Our Fathers,

even children can see
past
new
emperor’s
clothes
past
repeated
sins
pointed
past
even children can see

How the mighty fall

watch the dismemberment of democracy
stand
by
curious
apathy
stand
up
citizens
don’t
watch the dismemberment of democracy

Lie down

a lie repeated becomes
truth
through
elastic
lips
truth
like
concrete
corrupted
truth
becomes a lie repeated

Barbara Turney Wieland
2/9/2017

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“Hijab Solidarity Day, Allentown, Pa., January 20, 2017” by Susan Weaver

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Hijab Solidarity Day, Allentown, Pa., January 20, 2017

1.
Old and young, four abreast, with a banner
STAND 
TOGETHER.
Orange
letters
stand
against
hate.
We
stand
four abreast with a banner, young and old.

2.
We are marching in the rain side by side, many
heads —
Muslim,
non-Muslim —
covered.
Heads
scarfed.
Hooded,
yarmulked
heads.
We are many, walking side by side in the rain.

3.
At the rally, all eyes, a Muslim woman on her
American
flag
scarf:
I’m
American —
hijab
doesn’t
negate
American.
A Muslim woman, all eyes on her at the rally.

Susan Weaver
2/5/2017

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“Subject: Washington, D.C. Pre-March musings” by Susan Jackson

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Subject: Washington, D.C. Pre-March musings

                  Still, bereft; fierce, but–
                  Awakened.

Storied
Hovering

                  Shout!
                  Awakened.
                  Tears.
                  March!

Hands.
Awakened,

                   Bereft, still; but fierce.

Susan Jackson
1/22/2017

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“mass incarceration (an extended skinny)” by Brian Gilmore

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mass incarceration (an extended skinny)

1
our world has always been
jail.
work.
home.
travels.
jail.
deny
access.
exclude.
jail
has always been our world.

2.
these separate lives.
us
and
them.
mostly
us.
over
here.
hating
us.
separate these lives.

3.
this design of wickedness.
see
it
everyone.
look.
see.
there.
here.
multitudes
see
this design of wickedness.

4.
must we continue to suffer?
this?
we
cannot
believe
this.
who
would
allow
this
to continue. we must suffer?

5.
even in the schools we are
prisoners.
our
essence
unmentioned.
prisoners.
wondering
of
us.
prisoners
we are, even in the schools.

6.
got jail bars on all the houses.
fear
rules
the
streets.
fear
erodes
our
spaces.
fear
got jail bars on all the houses.

7.
you cannot cross
redlines.
tracks.
walls.
borders.
redlines.
suffocating
are
these
redlines
you cannot cross.

8.
we became at last.
free.
at
least
legally.
free
like
dogs
dashing.
free
we became at last

9.
so new prisons were built.
necessary
evils
they
say.
necessary
like
green
hair.
necessary
so new prisons were built.

10.
finally released from them jails.
boys
are
now
men.
boys
of
angry
time.
boys
finally released from them jails.

             11. (for betts)
the new jim crow.
bastards
of
the
reagan,
bastards
of
the
clinton,
bastards
of the new jim crow.

12.
man must mean something to
rise.
build.
illuminate.
dazzle.
rise
magically
from
destruction.
rise
man. mean something to someone.

13.
freedom is a deeper memory.
stories
of
maroons.
revolts.
stories
unspoken
like
family
stories.
deeper freedom is a memory.

14.
makes me want to go like norman bates:
psychotic.
adore
peace.
psychotic
when
peace
eludes.
psychotic
like normal bates, make me want to go.

15.
we can all get along
rodney
no
one
heard
rodney.
no
one
respects
rodney
can we all get along?

16.
overcoming is the persistent of continua.
aluta.
forward
like
always.
aluta
keep
on
pushing.
aluta
continua is the persistent of overcoming.

Brian Gilmore
11/12/2016

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