Beruflich Dokumente
Kultur Dokumente
March
Waterways: Poetry in the Mainstream
March 2001
c o n t e n t s
Joy Hewitt Mann 4-5 Bill Roberts 17-18 Pearl Mary Wilshaw 29-31
Will Inman 6-11 R. Yurman 19 Fredrick Zydek 32-33
Geoff Stevens 12 Joan Payne Kincaid 20-22 John Grey 34-35
David Michael Nixon 13 Ida Fasel 23-24 Albert Huffstickler 36
Sylvia Manning 14-15 Jean Wiggins 25-26 cover photo by B. Fisher
frontispiece adaptation of
Joanne Seltzer 16 Paul Grant 27-28 Bloemaert study by R. Spiegel
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RESTORING THE MILL - Joy Hewitt Mann
as it echoes back from the wall the workers have piled up while
trying to clear the mill's foundation of water.
The frogs do not understand why these men would destroy their habitat
for the sake of a few old stones:
they have seen these stones up close
and can attest to their ugliness.
The young frogs trapped on the other side
scree back in meandering vocals
of the mud:
how it is browner and deeper
how they will bury themselves here for the winter
how wise the humans were to do this thing for them.
4
The bullfrogs continue to disagree with deep,
thundering voices that shake the surface of the water.
Like Joshua they will trumpet the wall down;
like Joshua
they will bury the young.
5
seasons when - will inman
6
skyfingers, earthfingers - will inman
Beethoven Hammerklavier Sonata
skyfingers stroke designs inside veins,
arteries, meeting, crossing, reversing.
earthfingers
stroke body, limbs naked
rhythmic to touch, torso lifts and rounds,
body turns to stroking.
veins become slow
rivers, trees lean over water stretches, rain
falls fingerstrokes on surfaces.
flesh goes
prairie deep and wide, beach dunes lift fallow
with turtles hatching, tiny feet stroking.
springwaters
wake arterial skyfingers with high rock knowings
bend and bring sky wisdoms into limbs
and loins.
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earthfingers reach from marshes
into riverbanks, meeting skyfingers.
how high
touches and deep strokings cross like opposite
waves, keeping directions, sweeping inward,
outward, slow, dark
beat, god-seductive. lips
join fingers, tongue brushes a slow drum, sweeps
in corners of steep lick and listen.
touching
grows an eye in each fingertip, seeing in rhythmic
press and scull.
skyfingers see open entire
from inside, out.
earthfingers see entire from outside,
in.
feeling touch-sight brings valley scan:
feeling sight-touch brings summit reach.
8
sky and earth sing osannas down people.
be cradled in cradling hands singing fingers,
taste the bright surge.
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with real your center leaping calm - will inman
10
i take you
in my arms, rainbows
sing around us, turtles
hatch under our feet with dark
dreams, we
walk intrinsic ocean, we tread
fire
embers stalk us in our ribs what beating
ingot drinks and hisses
tides of sea
and stars, i take you in my arms you
bring dance down my stirring dust you sing me
source with real your center
leaping calm with reach
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Spring is - Geoff Stevens
12
Black Sails - David Michael Nixon
13
Of Spinach from Kitchen Window - Sylvia Manning
This morning you can see the long row of spinach from kitchen
window.
This, the, a proud day for whoever made that soil from waste
and hay,
bought a Lone Star pack of seed (still the cheapest here)
from struggling feed store, down the way,
16
Coloring a Boy's Life - Bill Roberts
"She fed him and bathed him and put him to bed" —
then danced alone, embracing a wooden chair.
19
Karma.Com II - Joan Payne Kincaid
in high-fashion apparel
packing fast and future moves
smiling in their cell phones
20
Saxophone Songs V - Joan Payne Kincaid
21
Suddenly - Joan Payne Kincaid
22
Piano Lessons - Ida Fasel
23
My fourth or fifth try, suddenly
her left hand, mute so long, leaped across
my shoulder and linked with the right
in a series of notes
swiftly, gracefully, surely,
like a waterfall cascading
from pool to pool
down a terraced hillside.
24
Borderline Personality - Jean Wiggins
25
Sitting for hours in the public library reading,
she engaged people in philosophical discussions.
She was accepted as weeds are accepted—
because they are there.
They demand presence.
Faithful to nature's wild, profuse, irrational ecstasy,
she died still unedged.
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A Little Slow Blues - Paul Grant
(for Bill Mathews)
28
Beating Time - Pearl Mary Wilshaw
Excitement ceased when
Whenever I open a closet cleaning became a bore,
door, a musty canvas case keeping black-trimmed traps
tumbles out on the floor, free from dirt, an endless chore,
unreeling a lifetime of what with wood block, maracas,
feelings stop-framed on brushes and such attracting
memories dealing with my too much dust — then along came war.
nemesis . . . drums.
Drums to the wall, Dad answered
As a toddler, I found by lurking calls to play at wedding feasts
around the serene mountain scene and balls. I played piano with
painted on the head of Dad's a quartet of teen-aged siblings
bass drum, a touch of the who traveled by public bus.
pedal produced a dull thud, So, I had to tote cymbals and
while strikes ad infinitum snare drum, to and from.
made mighty thunder rumble.
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At college, I spent a summer drum up to the cemetery, where
playing paradiddles, becoming on cue the group slow-marched,
a drummer. Too bad my first ceased playing . . . except for
school band had a rhythm-dumb the battery that tapped rims
beat keeper, creeping to an of instruments with sticks,
aberrant meter, who thought while I plowed forward pounding
skipped measures ought to mean heads in turn, until I noticed
syncopation, then upped and and stopped dead . . . ears aburn.
quit amid mega frustration.
One autumn day, a handsome science
I also recall one spring day teacher glanced my way. By the
when the firemen's band, due to time I played piano at his assembly
play in a Memorial Parade, was while his class did the "Bunny Hop"—
shy a bass drummer 'til someone that he punctuated with rim shots—
remembered me. Washed and Cupid had pierced my heart
starched, in whites I marched, with a drum stick dart.
beating a spirit stirring bass
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By then, I found that this Besides . . .
handsome sailor had rolled his how many wives in this world
snare through ranks of the Naval can boast about getting a gray,
Militia up to the drummer's throne mother-of-pearl bass drum for
of the "Blue Harmonies", Catskill some birthday, or claim they
bound, ad-libbing big band charts. unwrapped a Zildjian Cymbal
Post war he taught and plied his when their anniversary came?
percussionist's art for support.
31
Near the Bottom of Our Oldest Dreams - Fredrick Zydek
32
sometimes fall. We are water-bound
and sometimes live in mud. In these dreams,
outer shells, solid as rocks, house dreams
thick as ambrosia. There is one more dream,
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The Sleeper - John Grey
34
When nothing's going on in it, I can crawl into bed,
my life is at its busiest. twist up like a gnarled tree trunk,
People step inside this doing shell and all I protect
to watch me like stars, is protected,
to love me. all I watch over
They pluck their days with me is still watched and watched and watched.
from my coiled body, What I am, Gale sometimes tells me,
like books from shelves, doesn't just rest with me.
read them over and over,
even in the darkness.
35
Boundaries - Albert Huffstickler
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