Emily Poems by Darren C Demaree

EMILY AS THE MYSTERY IN THE BASEMENT

The light requires a climbing.
I don’t always want the light.
Most of the time I want Emily.

EMILY AS THE SAME MISTAKE

I am a terrible alcoholic.
I don’t drink anymore,
but I always kiss Emily

& she is still drinking
when she can. I know
the whole of the map

of my sobriety. I set it
on fire by loving Emily
more than I love myself.

EMILY AS WHAT’S BENEATH THE ROOTS

I heard a bell. I named my daughter Belle.
I heard my father-in-law’s shame in the core
of my person, so I named my son after

my father-in-law. Emily, she is pregnant
again, so she is being very careful with what
she’s letting me read these days. My mother

says she owes me a steak dinner for getting
my tenth collection picked up. I think I’ll
change my name to meat. I’ll leave this

next child the pleasure of naming him/herself.
I don’t think I can handle much more
than loving this new world coming my way.
 
 


 
 

Darren C Demaree poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including Diode, Meridian, New Letters, Diagram, and the Colorado Review.

He’s the author of six poetry collections, most recently “Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly” (2016, 8th House Publishing) and the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry.

Currently living and writing in Columbus, Ohio with wife and children.

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WHAT THE METAL HOLDS TOO LONG IS CONSUMED BY FIRE #34#35#36. Poem by Darren C. Demaree

 
WHAT THE METAL HOLDS TOO LONG IS CONSUMED BY FIRE #34
 
The small, repeatable
actions
 
that go wrong one time
always snatch
 
your throat
& divide it up
 
into a tributary
of failure
 
that dumps fire
into more fire, spreads
 
until the harbor
becomes a deep hell.
 
 
WHAT THE METAL HOLDS TOO LONG IS CONSUMED BY FIRE #35
 
Throw the remaining eggs
at the ashes of the silo. Eat
 
what cooks there. Enjoy
the plenty that is nothing
 
left to burn. If the house
goes up too, your fingers
 
will substitute for the silver
that can never be saved.
 
WHAT THE METAL HOLDS TOO LONG IS CONSUMED BY FIRE #36
 
Wear the crisping.
Wear it into town.
Pick a bar, rural
superhero, the silo
smoking on your chest
is worth a month
of free Wild Turkey.

 
 
 
 
Darren C. Demaree
 
“Darren is a dangerous dreamer, concocting love poems to his home state, and pastorals to his true love. But there’s always something more beneath the surface: sex and violence, villainy, mutilation, uneasy redemption and troubled ecstasy. These poems are pins pressed deep in the disfigured heart of America. They work a dark magic on the reader — they’re unsettling in necessary ways.” Christopher Michel
 
Darren-C.-Demaree
 
My poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including the South Dakota Review, Meridian, The Louisville Review, Diagram, and the Colorado Review.
 
I am the author of “As We Refer To Our Bodies” (2013, 8th House), “Temporary Champions” (2014, Main Street Rag), “The Pony Governor” (2015, After the Pause Press), and “Not For Art Nor Prayer” (2015, 8th House). I am the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology.
 
I am currently living and writing in Columbus, Ohio with my wife and children.

 
 
 
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Warm. (Series 7/8/9) Poems by Darren C. Demaree

 
WARM #7
 
 
I took a turn
into the outskirts
of the assumption
 
that each darkness
is a cool pool
waiting
 
for my warmth
& I got burned
many times
 
by the thick life
that never dies
in that world.
 
I left
whole years
in those places.
 
 
WARM #8
 
 
I look twice
at the pinch
of away
 
& away from
me. I am
taken by
 
how often
I long to be
the collision.
 
 
WARM #9
 
 
All over again,
I talked about birth
as flight,
 
but to take the air
& the wind
at the same time
 
takes maturity.
We crawl
though every inch
 
of the warm
cascade before
we ever look up.
 
We shake
for decades
after we stand.
 
 
Darren C. Demaree
 
“Darren is a dangerous dreamer, concocting love poems to his home state, and pastorals to his true love. But there’s always something more beneath the surface: sex and violence, villainy, mutilation, uneasy redemption and troubled ecstasy. These poems are pins pressed deep in the disfigured heart of America. They work a dark magic on the reader — they’re unsettling in necessary ways.” Christopher Michel
 
Darren-C.-Demaree
 
My poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including the South Dakota Review, Meridian, The Louisville Review, Diagram, and the Colorado Review.
 
I am the author of “As We Refer To Our Bodies” (2013, 8th House), “Temporary Champions” (2014, Main Street Rag), “The Pony Governor” (2015, After the Pause Press), and “Not For Art Nor Prayer” (2015, 8th House). I am the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology.
 
I am currently living and writing in Columbus, Ohio with my wife and children.

 
 
 
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robin@artvilla.com
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