The Death’s Head’s Testament continues on from Stephanie’s previous book This Being Done & fortunate for us Stephanie is in the present progressive, hammering out the dimensions of poems. The poems here continue to wade in the difficulties of womanhood, family, child-rearing, love, life, memory & death. There is wakeful invention, an intellectual alacrity, sure-footedness [...]
The Rock (not the muscle-headed Hollywood Rock who doesn’t perform his own stunts but looks hard like he does) in T.S. Eliot’s play explains, The lot of man is ceaseless labour,Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder,Or irregular labour, which is not pleasant. Now assuming idle here isn’t a play on idol—which, with a lit-crit [...]
5 poems by Bronx poet Amy Soricelli over at Underfoot poetry today.
Poems personally informed & telling, full of anecdote & a close relationship with an urban environment, the ins & outs of a well lived life & commitment to community, family & friends. There is pure life in these poems. Amy’s voice is confident & the poems flow like the dodgy step of a citizen walking through a crowded pavement.
I cannot sit her down and say things that will make the
difference in the shape of her feet
or sounds from the kids she teaches when they ask all the time;
they ask about the world
and the lonesome way people behave.
She will say things now, on the phone,
that startle me;
like once in 3rd grade she asked me about God
and it was just sitting there;
the beliefs we carry or don’t.
She tells me about the ‘sometimes scrapes and bruises’
hidden under the kids sleeves
and how they might cling extra hard
before a long weekend.
She shows me math on little cards;
they teach with little cards that fit in my hand,
I cannot tell her to be careful because
the windows, the doors.
we need them.
if not to show them the world –
its glory and the absolute…
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The next poem in my Yoon Yong series. “Be like your mother” (8:44 a.m.) …Orange is warm & marriage is blue —my mother is transparent | I always wanted (want…?) her transparency | to follow her example —what stopped me | or rather | who? My young self mostly still straggling in the remotest substrata of [...]
A quality insight from Mrs. Fish “Mrs Fish had concluded her story by saying that it was a peculiar but an assured fact that some human beings seemed to be ruined by their best qualities.” This is one of the concluding paragraphs of Delmore Schwartz’s America! America! An insightful paradox from Shenandoah Fish’s mother, a [...]
This is not a defense of Facebook, but it is a criticism of how we think about it & act in a world where it is no longer seen as a company but a silicon appendage to the functioning & entertainment of society. i have often heard people blame Facebook, even a couple of times [...]
It was my father's 60th birthday yesterday & all he got was this lousy poem; he asked for it though. An Occasional Poem for Pa’s 60th Birthday Well, as requested, here y’go Pa : i bought (yes bought) & read, a copy of Birthday Poem Ideas for Sons Considering Occasional Poems rather than Buying a [...]
The Contemporary Haibun Online is a fine journal that i've been reading a few months now, & have been learning a lot about haibun from, as it contains essays on haibun in addition to a well picked selection of haibun. So i was pleased to have something selected to be published there, thanks to the [...]
this first appeared at The Poet Head last year, 1 of 6 in my first publication. i was grateful then & remain grateful to Chris Murray for accepting my work— her decision gave me the confidence to pursue more poems about Jeju & to push my poems to as wide an audience as possible. this poem [...]
i spoke a eulogy for my grandma at her funeral, i felt i had to, owing to her influence on me, but i was faced with a conundrum: i had no idea if i could actually do it. i perhaps thought about it too much: will i break into tears, if so, reading with my [...]