Cycle for Nembetsu Udori, Festival to Summon Ancestral Spirits by Judy Schavrien
“Cycle for Nembetsu Udori, Festival to Summon Ancestral Spirits” by Judy Schavrien Summer in Kyoto, Remembering Van Gogh Cicada(1) at Dawn From the full-throated throb you alight – sawing your single note. Noon: Remembering Van Gogh on Mt. Heiei Noon swelled to bursting. In the pine’s blue flame – one sudden cicada! Sunset Cicada, silent in a ray of sunset you weld to the branch. Night Cicada, with all your...
Lady Lazarus by Jacqueline Doyle
“Lady Lazarus” by Jacqueline Doyle For Sylvia Plath That was one pissed-off chick, you know what I’m saying? Sure you do. We’ve all been there, ready to eat men like air. Whirling in circles, spitting menace, lightning bolts shooting from extended fingertips as we point, “You! Yeah, you!” He’s not going to fuck with you no more, they’re not going to fuck with you no more....
In Memory Of by Peg Duthie
“In Memory Of” by Peg Duthie My aunt hanged herself, but her children told the press she’d overdosed on pills. It was in fact pills for the boyfriend of my then best friend. She had her own pills, and I never found out if they helped or healed her: I moved away. She stopped writing back. I pictured my letters chewed into spitwads. There were pills, too, for Mr. Popularity— a prince of my high school...
Untitled jisei series by Shirley Plummer
“Untitled jisei series” by Shirley Plummer Based on Lewis Turco’s Paradigm have morning birds flown? still earth under empty sky do you fear the dark birds of prey swooping ’round me circling the death that is near sweet song of blackbird plucks at the strings of a harp my heart cries out at fledgeling’s wistful entreaty owl eyes terrorize alarmed child...
Visit to Sete by Lynn Tudor Deming
“Visit to Sete” by Lynn Tudor Deming Long drive down the coast to reach That small cemetery set over the sea White tombstones tilting their sails Under the fragrant pines Immensity of light. An old man with his cane Perched alone in the staggering sun Come to feed the cats Elegant in a blue turtleneck Knowing the hunger of the stray. My father lay once in the nursing home His cane by the bed Fully attired for...
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