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3 08, 2024

Making the Best of It

2024-08-03T12:12:53-04:00August 3, 2024|

by Martha Silano

 

Today I learned Keats was only five feet tall. A compact corpse,
says Di Suess in “Romantic Poetry,” shorter than Prince,
which I so love knowing, along with the fact

a Steller’s jay might imitate the call of an osprey, line its nest
with pine needles or fur. Fur! That a Pacific geoduck
can live for over 160 years.

I interrupt my reading husband, share the news of a clam
weighing three pounds, that its neck is “baseball length,”
so to eat one you really need to dig deep,

down to armpit depth. As I lose my ability to breathe,
as walking becomes a rare treat, as I wake at 3 am
in painful positions, perplexed by my body’s

next move, I’m delighted by a drawing of a pigeon guillemot,
to learn of its bright red feet, the zing of chartreuse
hiding under Oregon grape’s bark,

the six pale gray eggs of the great blue heron, that strange,
screechy call of a bald eagle in my neighborhood.
On warm days an Anna’s hummingbird buzzes

near the chaise I rest on. Black-headed grosbeaks
that wintered in freaking Mexico sing
in a big-leaf maple

as I text my daughter what Di said: What doesn’t die?
The closest I’ve come to an answer
is poetry.

 

 

 


Martha Silano’s five books of poetry include Gravity Assist, Reckless Lovely, and The Little Office of the Immaculate Conception, all from Saturnalia Books. A forthcoming collection, This One We Call Ours, won the 2023 Blue Lynx Prize for Poetry, and will appear in the fall of 2024 from Lynx House Press. Martha’s poems have appeared in Poetry, The Paris Review, American Poetry Review, and elsewhere. Learn more about her work at marthasilano.net. Martha’s is on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and Threads @marthasilano.

28 07, 2024

Harlow Lab: Baby Monkey 106

2024-07-28T10:47:18-04:00July 28, 2024|

by Isabel Cristina Legarda

Content Warning: Animal cruelty.

 

My mother cannot hug me back.
I run to her, embrace her frame.
It’s not the milk I yearn for most
(that “unibreast in an upper-thoracic, sagittal position”).

I run to her, embrace her frame:
agglomerate of wood, sponge rubber, terry cloth,
that unibreast in upper-thoracic, sagittal position.
Feed me, yes, but hold me, hold me, you

agglomerate of wood, sponge rubber, terry cloth.
Protect me when the metal monster bares its fangs.
Feed me, yes, but hold me, hold me. You
do not move to save my skin, to share my plight,

protect me when the metal monster bares its fangs.
The “rape rack.” The pit beneath the pyramid.
Do not move to save my skin, to share my plight,
but seeing they can break our hearts, break us away.

The rape rack, the pit beneath the pyramid:
he wants to see how suffering will drive us mad
and, seeing they can break our hearts, break us away
all the more from our kindred. Sick, sick primates.

He wants to see how suffering will drive us bad.
The nature of love, he calls this study. Learning
all the more from our kindred, sick, sick primates
“stripped of unnecessary bulges and appendices.”

The nature of love, they call this study, learning
it’s not the milk I yearn for most.
Stripped of unnecessary bulges and appendices,
my mother cannot hug me back.

 

 

 

Author’s note: Psychologist Harry Harlow experimented on infant rhesus macaque monkeys in the 1950’s by separating them from their mothers and rearing them using surrogate “mother-substitutes” made of wire frames or of wood structures covered in terry cloth. Harlow’s experiments included intentional frightening of baby monkeys with a mechanical “monster,” the use of surprise attack devices attached to previously-comforting terry cloth mothers, solitary confinement for long periods, and for older monkeys, forced mating. His now-classic study of parent-child attachment, published in 1958, was entitled “The nature of love;” the description of the “unibreast” in the poem is taken directly from the study’s abstract.


Isabel Cristina Legarda was born in the Philippines and spent her early childhood there before moving to the U.S. She is currently a practicing physician in Boston. Her work has appeared in the New York Quarterly, Smartish Pace, FOLIO, The Dewdrop, The Lowestoft Chronicle, West Trestle Review, and others. Her chapbook Beyond the Galleons was published in April 2024 by Yellow Arrow Publishing. She can be found on Instagram: @poetintheOR.

27 07, 2024

Homing Human

2024-07-27T10:19:16-04:00July 27, 2024|

by Kyla Houbolt

 

It’s the canyon wren that sings
outside my window now. The
owl, busy with young,
is quieter. The ground
does not shake but my feet
are not certain. Trying not
to fall makes me long a little
for the animal grace to just
lie down on the earth. The
canyon wren makes a home
in the dead scrumble of briars,
it belongs there, it likes it.
Who’s got time for slow food
or slow facts? The juggernaut
of opinion marches on.
Do I need to say ask me
anything? Do I need to say
accept no substitutes? Oh,
my boundaries, how I
love you. Inside I create
a small safety; the outer
skin is learning
what the world is
when it’s at home.

 

 

 


Kyla Houbolt’s chapbooks include Tuned (CCCP+Subpress), But Then I Thought (above/ground press), Surviving Death (Broken Spine) and Dawn’s Fool (re-issued by above/ground press). Most of her published pieces can be found on her Linktree.  She is on Bluesky @luaz.bsky.social. Other details can be found at kylahoubolt.us.

21 07, 2024

Building the Poem

2025-05-18T13:55:27-04:00July 21, 2024|

by Amanda Auchter

 

Tear down the fence, and watch
as the yard becomes a field.

Walk the yellow
buttercups, the blue morning

glories. There will be mosquitoes
at your ankles.

Some will leave red welts,
but this is a voice

in the distance
chewing its way through

your tenderness. Touch
the tree charred by lightning.

This is you. This is how
you will come to be: fragile,

firestruck, fieldwalker.
You hold the sun’s bright

blaze, a snapdragon
between your fingers.

 

 

 


Amanda Auchter is the author of The Wishing Tomb, winner of the PEN Center USA Literary Award for Poetry and the Perugia Press Book Award, and The Glass Crib, winner of the Zone 3 Press First Book Award for Poetry. Her writing has appeared in publications such as Alaska Quarterly Review, American Poetry Review, HuffPost, CNN, Shenandoah, The Massachusetts Review, and the Academy of American Poets Poem-a-Day project, among others. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Bennington College and is a book reviewer for Indianapolis Review and Rhino Poetry. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram as @ALAuchter.

20 07, 2024

Nightpiece

2025-05-18T13:52:30-04:00July 20, 2024|

by John Greening

 

‘Who ever heard of a pleasant dream?
~ Robinson Jeffers

 

Once again, winding them in and about
the bare branches of our dead apple tree
across the dormant cherry and into an
erupting hazel, I thread buds on a string

trying to recall what pleasant thing
I was searching for in last night’s castle,
unable to retrieve from wherever I buried it
that story with its friendly opening faces.

I twist them up to hang there in the spaces
left by the squirrels and only a vague picture
(like those photos the light had interfered with
in our childhood albums, a ghostly smear)

of a crowd, of a woman taking a broom to clear
display cases, of a hurrying old man
inviting me in Arabic. It all
fades to darkness. But the dream was good.

And so are those pear-drop lights of childhood
that clunk to life and catch for me a distant
era of sweet carols and lit candles
balancing on spruce. This LED

obliterates what it thinks we need not see,
the real stars and their stories, hanging there
like so many irretrievable dreams,
follies a human sky can do without.

 

 

 


John Greening is a British poet, a Bridport, Arvon and Cholmondeley winner with over twenty collections, including two from Carcanet. The Interpretation of Owls: Selected Poems 1977-2022 (Baylor University, USA, ed. Gardner) came out in March. He has edited Geoffrey Grigson, Edmund Blunden, Iain Crichton Smith and U.A.Fanthorpe, plus several critical studies and anthologies, most recently Contraflow: Lines of Englishness. His essays, Vapour Trails, appeared in 2020 and his Goethe translations in 2022 from Arc. There is a forthcoming Rilke. You can connect with John at johngreening.co.uk, on Facebook (john.greening.10), and on Twitter (GreeningPoet).

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