When The Big Man Blows. A Poem by Phillip Henry Christopher

(for Ed)

 

When the Big Man blows,
relive those glory days
rockin’ and rollin’ in the back seat of
a beat up old Buick,
an Asbury Park tune,
a hemi-head
double-barrel bass guitar,
wild and innocent
shufflin’ down E Street,
when Adam first raised a Caine
dancin’ in the moonlight Rosie
low tide summer,
and the tilt-a-wheel
caught us by the collar
and we hung on
and went around and around,
when the Promised Land was
clandestine alleyways,
heavy breath moist
air-fogged window
gasp of a woman child
back street September sixteen,
rockin’ back beat crashin’
fifty ton plates,
furious splooshing
ladles plunging into
liquid steel,
skinny silky skin
long-haired boy
trying to flee
the future,
the mill waiting
to turn velvet hands
to sand paper,
skin to leather,
the quick nervous
wrapping of limbs,
bumping of bellies,
then a house filled with silence
and forty years
of punching in and punching out,
of hot molten slag
like hell fire.
No Jersey Shore fantasy,
just the short ride
down Main Street
to the flats.
No sandy beach ocean,
just the Brandywine Creek.
No neon spinning carnival rides,
or stroll down summer boardwalks.
Just plod along under
smoke stack steeples,
clock in and out forever,
but never forget summers
of desperate fumbling
on back street back seats,
of alleyway heat,
of the Big Man blowin’ righteous
saxophone songs of
Sandy, and Rosie
and Crazy Davey,
while you sang a
song of yourself.
 
When the Big Man Blows” appeared in PiF Magazine, No. 188 (January, 2013)
 

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Poet, novelist and singer/songwriter Phillip Henry Christopher spent his early years in France, Germany and Greece. His nomadic family then took him to Mississippi, Georgia, Ohio and Vermont before settling in the steel mill town of Coatesville, Pennsylvania, where he grew up in the smokestack shadows of blue collar America.Escaping high school, he made Philadelphia his home, alternating between Philly and cities across America, living for a time in Buffalo, New Orleans, Fort Worth, even remote Fairfield, Iowa, before settling in Indianapolis. While wandering America he has placed poems and stories in publications across the country and in Europe and Asia, including such noteworthy journals as The Caribbean Writer, Gargoyle, Lullwater Review, Hazmat Review, Blue Collar Review, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Blind Man’s Rainbow and New York Quarterly
 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times at Artvilla.com ; his publications include
 
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules, Next Arrivals and Moon Selected Audio Textual Poems, collected poems, as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
 
You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)

Janet Kuypers’ Book Readings 12/6/17 in Community Poetry @ Half Price Books

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    December 6th marked a December 2017 Book Release Reading of new books during Community Poetry @ Half Price Books from Scars Publications, which saw the release of the books “Flawed Cadaver” from cc&d magazine; and “the Lighthouse” from Down in the Dirt magazine. Because it was an end-of-the-year reading at this feature poetry reading event, Janet Kuypers also read material from the 2017 Scars Publications collection books that were recently released, and was able to share poems, haiku poems and one piece of flash fiction from the poetry and prose collection anthology “On a rainy Day” and the poetry and flash fiction collection anthology “Negative Space”. Janet Kuypers also read material from from her 2017 book releases “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 show poems” and “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 poems” as the finale readings to the Community Poetry @ Half Price Books reading in Austin.

    There is also a YouTube playlist of the videos of this show, and a Scars Publications web page with links to many video performances from this book store reading.

See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her Down in the Dirt 12/17 book “the Lighthouse” poetry (Panasonic Lumix T56 camera).
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her Down in the Dirt 12/17 book “the Lighthouse” poetry (Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera).
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her cc&d 12/17 book “Flawed Cadaver” poetry (Panasonic Lumix T56 camera).
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her cc&d 12/17 book “Flawed Cadaver” poetry (Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera).
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her Scars book “On a rainy Day” poetry at “Community Poetry @ Half Price Books” (Panasonic Lumix T56).
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her Scars book “On a rainy Day” poetry (Panasonic Lumix 2500).
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her “Negative Space” book poetry and prose (Panasonic Lumix T56 camera).
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her “Negative Space” book poetry and prose (Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera).
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 show poems” book poetry (Panasonic Lumix T56).
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 show poems” book poetry (Panasonic Lumix 2500).
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 poems” book poems (Panasonic Lumix T56 camera).
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading from her bookher “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 poems” book poems (Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera).

Janet
See 178 photos online in a Facebook photo album of Janet Kuypers when she was reading from the book “the Lighthouse”.
Janet
See 252 photos online in a Facebook photo album of Janet Kuypers when she was reading from the book “Flawed Cadaver”.
Janet
See 214 photos online in a Facebook photo album of Janet Kuypers when she was reading from the book “On a rainy Day”.
Janet
See 124 photos online in a Facebook photo album of Janet Kuypers when she was reading from the book “Negative Space”.
Janet
See a Facebook photo album of Janet Kuypers in 113 photos when she was reading from her book release “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 show poems”.
Janet
See a Facebook photo album of Janet Kuypers in 47 photos when she was reading from her book release “(pheromemes) 2015-2017 poems”.

Poems in this show include (in multiple readings): “falling”, “xeric”, “instead”, “Earth was Alive and Dying”, “open flame for the celebration”, “Every Soul Celebrates”, “endings bring light”, “Everyone Celebrates Together”, “Newspaper Ink’s the Blood of a Dying Species”, “Viewing the Woman in a 19th Century Photograph”, “census”, “gone”, “enjoy”, “coincidence?”, “translation (2014 haiku)”, “oceans”, “behind”, “out there”, “opposite”, “addiction”, “Driving By His House”, “Earth was Crying”, “Your Imaginary Soul Weighs 21 Grams”, “Just by Holding His Hand”, “Only an Observer”, “our futures”, “Mapping the Way to True Love”, “Kick Someone Out”, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls”, “Xerostomia”, “You Were Meant”, “Jumping from the Mausoleum”, “origin, from the macro to the micro”, and “Queen of Multimedia for a reason”.

The “December 2017 Book Release Reading” series of multiple book through “Community Poetry @ Half Price Books” in Austin, TX, also has a Scars Publications web page for this show, which contains video, poetry, and photography links.

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If Greatness Were To Call | Poem

man of questions painting

If greatness were to call
would they get an answer
from an old man on an acre
in a place called Tennessee

If greatness were to call
would it scroll by
leading me to an
ad at the end
with vacancies at the inn
and people sleeping in
the street

If greatness were to call
would it be so great
as to wish that
they wouldn’t look at me
as I pass to
get my reward in the gallery,
in the bookstore
with smiling faces, smiling

kick my bones and tell them
that they are great bones
The best we can do is dust
from which may grow a flower.

David Michael Jackson…..from a cave surrounded by crazed Neanderthals in a pandemic.

Floating. A Poem by Fabrice B. Poussin

Strolling at noon on a precious day
when ghosts hover to a favorite dive
he bumped elbows with a girl in white.

The zenith stood guard above misery
throwing flames into his indecent gaze
for he must not dare to confront the heavens.

Black souls danced arm in arm
walking in a deathly cadence
until the bell again rang for order.

She did not belong in this ghastly crowd
her body smiling with the aura of ideals
a promise she vanished in a private realm.

The absent-minded saunterer attempted to follow her
beyond the glaring windows
a bright world in this indecent nightmare.

Her vision invited the stranger one last time
but he could only remain by the gate of horror
to see her disappear within the world she saved.
 
 

 
 
Fabrice B. Poussin is the advisor for The Chimes, the Shorter University award winning poetry and arts publication. His writing and photography have been published in print in the United States and abroad. He teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, La Pensee Universelle, Paris, and other art and literature magazines, where he has also featured here at Poetry Life and Times & Artvilla.com. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times ; You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)

Untangle my World | Poem

Untangle my World Poem

My hair is tangled
as I run my fingers through it
and I hold it out from my head
to cut or brush
away my loneliness.
Armed with just my brush
to untangle my world,
the tangled hair
catches the bristles
as I brush the mess
for a moment
into smooth lines
in the mirror.
Even curls can’t
cover the furrows
in my forehead,
in my soul,
but I try
because I must try.
We must try.

By David Michael Jackson

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The Poem. Audio Textual by Robin Ouzman Hislop

 
 

 
 

Robin Ouzman Hislop is on line Editor at Poetry Life & Times at Artvilla.com. His numerous appearances include Cold Mountain Review (Appalachian University, N.Carolina), The Honest Ulsterman, Cratera No 3 and Aquillrelle’s Best. His publications are collected poems All the Babble of the Souk, Cartoon Molecules, Next Arrivals & Moon Selected Audio Textual Poems. A translation from Spanish of poems by Guadalupe Grande Key of Mist and Carmen Crespo Tesserae, the award winning (X111 Premio César Simón De Poesía), in November 2017 these works were presented in a live performance at The International Writer’s Conference hosted by the University of Leeds. UK. A forthcoming publication of collected poems Off the Menu is expected in 2020

You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)

Tryst. Poem by Despy Boutris

TRYST
 

The secret to sin is to do it
in secret. We learned secrecy young—
 
two girls taught to swallow our hunger—
so we meet up at nightfall
 
once the last lights have gone out. We walk
down the roads, cursing this town
 
full of coal-miners and farmers and churches,
cursing the way we’ll likely never leave.
 
The air is petrichor-stained, and we’re led
only by the humming streetlights
 
and starlit sky. We find each other
at our meeting place, the lake south of me,
 
north of you, me scrambling over the wet rocks
toward the grove where you’ve lain down
 
the knit blanket. And as soon as we catch
each other’s eyes, we’re each saying Here
 
is my shirt, here is my hair, my hands,
my mouth, take it, take me, right
 
now. Your eyes glow like lightning bugs,
jaw sharp as my pocket knife. As we strip
 
our breaths turn to fog, the cool drizzle falling
onto your curls and half-shut eyelids.
 
Your thighs shear mine—
the seawater taste of skin, the scrape of teeth
 
against lip, fingertips meandering down spines,
tracing mandibles. Breaths a windstorm—
 
some desire to rub ourselves together
till we make some sort of fire. As your mouth
 
latches onto skin hardly anyone has seen,
rosy even in this low light, we gasp
 
like people drowning, and I try to think
of a word for the way I want you—wildly,
 
maybe. Like a monsoon. But what’s at first erotic
erodes: love collapsing like the hills
 
that gave way after so much rain and mud
last winter. And so much want
 
is sinful—I know—so we’re wary
of the fires and floods, lying together
 
only in darkness, water spattering our faces,
swallowing what we can of each other.

 
 
(first published in Prairie Schooner)
 
 

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BIO:
Despy Boutris is published or forthcoming in American Poetry Review, Copper Nickel, Colorado Review, The Adroit Journal, Prairie Schooner, Palette Poetry, Third Coast, Raleigh Review, Diode, The Indianapolis Review, and elsewhere. Currently, she teaches at the University of Houston and serves as Assistant Poetry Editor for Gulf Coast.

 
 
 
 
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times ; You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)

Dreams of David Michael Jackson

Pollockary by David Michael Jackson