My poem about expiring, “LA Confidences,” is a semi-finalist for Flatmancrooked’s Poetry Prize, and will be published in the Flatmancrooked Volume of Contemporary Poetics along with the 44 other semi-finalists plus a few well-known poets like Li-Young Lee, Eleni Sikelianos, and Forrest Gander. I am beside myself, and so happy for ana c.‘s original inspiration.
Posts Tagged ‘Moon’
Out of nowhere, the beautiful Chinese girl walked into his life . . . just as the redheaded wife walked out
Remember when almost every print magazine contained good literature? Me neither, but here is Moon Over Manhattan, by Pearl S. Buck, in McCall’s in 1953. The superb illustration reminds me of what Marty D. Ison does for Smokelong Quarterly today.
Song of Solomon 6:10 Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Why Are Your Poems So Dark?
Isn’t the moon dark too,
most of the time?
And doesn’t the white page
without the dark stain
When God demanded light,
he didn’t banish darkness.
Instead he invented
ebony and crows
and that small mole
on your left cheekbone.
Or did you mean to ask
“Why are you sad so often?”
Am I an animal
able to distinquish
beams of light
like music this moonlit night
–Mizuhara Shion (trans. Hiroaki Sato)
Listening to Miniature Tigers today:
The sprinkler outside my window sounds like a spitting cat.
A woman’s hair is her crowning glory, my grandmother always said.
She also once told me she felt like she was drowning. We had been washing dishes together in silence, her hands wrist-deep in suds. I placed the plate I’d been drying in the rack and leaned over the sink on tiptoe to look out the window at the star-speckled sky. Searched for the Milky Way, scanned for the moon.