Mr. Groen maintained a modest but pleasant yard.Saturdays in season he cut the grass with a pushmower, pruned roses, fertilized, spread compost.Martha Groen watered the beds full of crimsongeraniums, purple peonies, tulips, daisies, and such that fancied her seasonal gardening moods. But back to back dry nasty winters followed by suns so hot the weatherman…
Hugs Penyeach: “I Saw a Man Hugging a Fridge: Twelve Poems by Youssef Rakha in Robin Moger’s Translation”
Youssef Rakha, Egyptian writer and editor of the international online publication The Sultan’s Seal (aka Cosmopolitan Hotel Cairo), recently posted to his site twelve of his own original poems, translated from the Arabic by Robin Moger. That posting draws significance for several reasons: both writer and translator are professionals published elsewhere in traditional forms – literary,…
Banana Yellow Sunrise
About fell asleep waiting on doctor to comeunder beguiling wall poster of limbic system. “I’m going to give you three words, and I’ll ask for them back before we’re done.” I repeated each word after her:yellow – yellow; banana – banana; sunrise – sunrise. Then she movedfor the cuff and I rolled up my sleeve…
Notes on “je me touché,” 4 essays by Jeremy Fernando
je me touché, Jeremy Fernando, 2017, Paradiso Editores, Delere Press, 77 pages. Jeremy Fernando’s method of writing shows his acoustic, vibratory thinking, making connections, moving from one idea to another, enharmonic soundings, transported by his readings. In “je me touché” (it is i touch me – or, I me touch: I touch myself), he connects,…
From the Edge
From the edge he walked to the center and hitreturn. He might have felt lost in the clearing,returning again and again to the dark margin. He thoughtof making a homein the clearing,planting a meadowof words.But things changedat nightin the clearing.Balderdashesran to and fro. He crossed to the other side, the distantedge, the clearing now behind…
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News at the Toads
I reviewed British poet Scott Manley Hadley’s debut poetry collection, “Bad Boy Poet,” at Queen Mob’s Teahouse. The book, just out this week, is available from the publisher (Open Pen) and at Amazon (paperback and Kindle editions). Read my review here. My novel “Alma Lolloon” is now available in Kindle electronic edition format. You can…
Untitled and Unfinished
The tall fall fires out west follow the humongous hurricanes blowing across the headline news, shooting embers across the dance floor valley, licking into the canyon columns of textual innuendos of who belongs here and who doesn’t. The wind and rain and flickering flames know no such distinctions. All belong to the sky and forests,…
Fall Calendar
The Falling A l L l L is into W t e all i h a u n a falls g t t fa h e fall la r la…
