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Monday, June 08, 2009

New poems at "Mezzo Cammin"




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Here are some bites from four of my poems, up at the new issue of poet Kim Bridgford's "Mezzo Cammin," one of my very favorite online magazines. To see more, go here.

IN THE SHADOW OF THE JASMINE

Until I ran along the banks of death, / Stumbling, cutting my feet, calling your name, /And there I glimpsed the shade of you, not torn / In pieces by mad terror's strike . . . To think,

THE ELDER RACE

They had a flair for fountain-smithery / So that the tears flew up in joy like drops / Ascending to a realm of peace, to stand / Prismatic--as if magical--on air

THE STONE COURT

I didn't meet the terror's lightning-strike / Jag-necked Medusa whom the painters praise / With heads that show a severed life can prick / Its serpent hair to hissing, howl the mouth

THAT WHICH SNATCHES

They'll shriek the dawn awake and howl for flesh, / Heraldic frights so ignorant of evil / They could be us--so ignorant, so free. / On branches in the bleeding wood of souls,

3 comments:

  1. oh wow, very cool

    I am going to have to snuggle up to some Marly poetry tonight.

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  2. Hi there, Miss Susanna,

    Hope you like! Barely got them up as I'm overrun with the end of school and sickies--have had two children in and out of school for the past two weeks... I shall catch up with the galiquan madness eventually.

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  3. More wonderful poems! They are terrific. I specially like the furies... I won't be able to get those bats out of my hair now.
    I haven't heard yet what they think of my poems at that magazine. I mentioned you when I sent them.

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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.