Bookrise: “Sometimes I Hear the Clock Speak” by Lori Desrosiers

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Opening this new book by Lori Desrosiers you will find of memory and search, of second-thoughts and playful indecisions, poems that go back in time to retrieve music and mend heart. Indeed, the reader will find all kinds of music here: there is a violin that lacks music and there is a brother’s voice that speaks like father’s–but not when he sings. There is a reveille at 7.15am, and there is a young baby whose voice is known by her singing. And it is music that brings half-deaf father back from the dead. Page after page the reader will come to learn that it is memory–that beautiful, final chord, which reveals us to ourselves, and yet is unwritten by us. — Ilya Kaminsky

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Bookrise: “Harbingers” by Jennifer Lagier

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“In Harbingers, by Jennifer Lagier, you will find the sharp eye of the photographer, the passion of the environmental activist, and a prayer for the survival of the Earth. As the poet takes you on coastal walks on the Monterey Peninsula, she reveals her delight in all natural things and her fears about global warming. Elegantly crafted poem jewels, a joy to read.” — Blue Light Press

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“hospice” and “junebugs” by Ingrid Bruck

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Jake talks to his dead brother and father in hospice
ocean
waves
boom
rocks
ocean
rips
rolls
tows
ocean
in hospice, his dead father and brother talk to Jake

***

junebugs

after the full moon shines in the pond, copper green pond scum rises
junebugs
moon
dive
foolhardy
junebugs
drown
reckless
kamikaze
junebugs
copper green pond scum shines after the full moon rises in the pond

Ingrid Bruck
8/3/2016

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“Alexander’s Onetime Band” by James Penha

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Attached Photo: Alexander Stevens, chief scientist and geologist for the Ross Antarctic Sea Party on-board the Aurora in McMurdo Sound, c. 1915, from a negative found a century later in a hut at Cape Evans, Antarctica. Source: Antarctic Heritage Trust <https://www.nzaht.org/pages/ross-sea-party-photos>.

Alexander’s Onetime Band

Alexander
frozen
nebulously
amidst
antarctically
frozen
aurora
developing
photographically
frozen
Alexander.

James Penha
6/28/2016

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The Skinny Poetry Journal Call for Submissions

The Skinny Poetry Journal Call for Submissions

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The Skinny Poetry Journal (TSPJ) seeks new poetry. TSPJ is a literary journal that is dedicated to The Skinny poetry form (and edited by a rotating team of poets). 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 work for publishing consideration, email it to: theskinnypoetryjournal@gmail.com with your poem, or poems, copied into the body of your email.

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“Entwined” by Tyrean Martinson

Entwined

at five am awake,
we
hear
spring
birdsong.
we
curl
into
communion.
we
awake at five am

our legs entwined
with
lusty
sleep
cycles
with
rhythmic
night-time
movements
with
our legs entwined

when the alarm calls
we
squeeze
one
more
we
moment
before
releasing
we
when the alarm calls

I blush when he gives me a paper rose,
smile
with
his
knowing
smile
that
blooms
warm
smile
when I blush, he gives me a paper rose

Tyrean Martinson
6/5/2016

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“Green Boots” by Issa M. Lewis

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After the unidentified climber on the Northeast ridge route of
Mount Everest

I.

The mountain’s only gift is

cold
face
breath
sharp
cold
feet
numb
fingers
cold

is the mountain’s only gift.

II.

When air is not air,

oxygen
comes
in
bottles
oxygen
fills
you
drink
oxygen

when air is not air.

III.

Up there in the snow, you lost your name.

You
slept
frozen
waiting
you
became
your
boots
you

you lost your name up there in the snow.

Issa M. Lewis
6/2/2016

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Two Skinnys in June by Shirley Jones-Luke

Re-admittance

Mom was hospitalized due to elevated blood pressure.
Heart
beat
pounding
fears
heart
heavy
pushing
worry
heart
Due to elevated blood pressure mom was hospitalized.

***

Blackout

Teachers of color are being forced out of public schools.
Black
skin
rising
anger
black
eyes
shedding
tears
black
Teachers of color are being forced out of public schools.

Shirley Jones-Luke
6/1/2016

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The Skinny Poetry Journal Call for Submissions

The Skinny Poetry Journal Call for Submissions

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The Skinny Poetry Journal (TSPJ) seeks new poetry. 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.

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Two Poems in the Skinny School by Maura Alia Badji

Madiba Lives

How many life-times were you able to conjure,
create, or conquer in your one immortal life?

Madiba
Nelson
Husband-Father
Activist-Icon
Madiba
Target-Prisoner
Sign-Wonder
Man
Madiba

In your one immortal life, how many lifetimes
were you able to create, conjure, or conquer?

***

Bicentennial Moment: Family trip, NY to Miami, 1976, at an Alabama rest stop where the dried kudzu hung like ghost limbs in the trees and my Afro showed its red highlights in the Southern sun.

Why’nt you git on over here, yella nigger gal, and exercise this here patch on my overalls, said the larger of the two bearded white men, when they stepped out of their confederate-flag-festooned truck as I opened the door to my father’s station-wagon to join my family in the diner, that suddenly looked like sanctuary, and my hearing snapped off like a radio with terrible reception.

Gun-rack-loaded
Deaf-stricken
Terror-frozen
Forced-motion
Gun-rack-loaded
Drunk-hunters
Spit-like-poison
Eyes-ahead
Gun-rack-loaded

When they stepped out of their confederate-flag-festooned truck as I opened the door to my father’s station-wagon to join my family in the diner that suddenly looked like sanctuary and my hearing snapped off like a radio with terrible reception, the larger of the two bearded white men said, Why’nt you git on over here, yella nigger gal, and exercise this here patch on my overalls.

Maura Alia Badji
5/29/2016

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“Past tense speaks a firefly night” by Janet Barry

Past tense speaks a firefly night

when we went to the outdoor concert that night
love
                                           light
                     dusky
                                                                                trees
                              love
 picnic
                                                         grassy
                              blanket
                                                                                 love
when we went to the outdoor concert that night

Janet Barry
5/25/2016

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Three Skinnys in May by Maura Alia Badji

That Snowy Day

Tamir Rice could have been my son, big for his age,
same smooth dimpled brown cheeks.

No!
Haloed
In
Red
No…
Another
#DeathSentenceWhileBlack,
Assassinated.
No!

Big for his age, same smooth dimpled brown cheeks,
Tamir Rice could have been my son.

***

When a Would-be College Suitor Called Me Mary,
My Godmother Veola Blew a Fuse

Don’t let nobody call you outside your name.
Choose
Preservation
Deflect
Denial
Choose
Lineage
Defy
Erasure
Choose
Don’t let nobody call you outside your name.

***

Ezelle Considers Her Crazy-Quilt Past

Ezelle doesn’t mind real pain, that gangster pain
she indiscreetly courts like homemade disaster.

Dissonance
Suits,
Contrasts.
Dependable
Dissonance,
Soothes.
Ezelle
Trusts
Dissonance

Ezelle doesn’t mind real pain, that gangster pain
she indiscreetly courts like homemade disaster.

Maura Alia Badji
5/27/2016

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“This Is Exactly What It Sounds Like” and “Mortal Thoughts on a Spring Day” by Maura Alia Badji

This Is Exactly What It Sounds Like

When doves cry where do they keep the ever-growing ache?
Pain
Crystallizes.
Disbelief
Numbs.
Pain
Humbles,
Ages.
Inescapable
Pain.
When doves cry where do they keep the ever-growing ache?

***

Mortal Thoughts on a Spring Day

If you leave, who will teach me the old pathways, Mama?
My
Thirteen-year-old
Boy
Wonders.
My
Suddenly
Tall
Son,
My…
Mama, who will teach me the old pathways, if you leave?

Maura Alia Badji
5/25/2016

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“How You Spot True Love in Deux” by Rhonda Browning White

How You Spot True Love in Deux

                             I
In the waiting room, we hold hands
                                                       cancer
                                                       scans
                                                       tests
                                                       diagnosis
                                                       cancer
                                                       labs
                                                       surgery
                                                       radiation
                                                       cancer
We hold hands in the waiting room

                             II
Believe it is not always for better or worse.
Better
smile,
laugh,
cry.
Better
believe,
trust,
love.
Better
believe it always, for worse is not better.

Rhonda Browning White
5/19/2016

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“The Skinny on Savagery” by Patricia Biela

The Skinny on Savagery

Familiar fruit dangles from tree boughs
                                                      ropes
                                                      crack
                                                      neck
                                                      bones
                                                      ropes
                                                      futures
                                                      snatches
                                                      breath
                                                      ropes
                                                      Familiar fruit dangles from tree boughs

                                                      Patricia Biela
                                                      5/17/2016

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