Mount Vernon Writer's Network now has their own page on Facebook!!!
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Cheers,
MaryAnn
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19 June 2011
18 June 2011
Calculations (Summer)
this time-telling on restaurant
napkins--how old was he
when? and how old was she
when? the ink spreading, like
blood, across the white while
the waiter replenishes the glasses
of water, the beading of the
condensation making an ever-
changing map of wetness tamped
by a napkin, the waiter,
pad and pen at the ready
whiteaproned, distracted by a
noise of traffic between the tax
office and the funeral home
and here we are--caught between
death and taxes on this fine
Summer morning, new-born and
already promising the hotness of the
afternoon, scorching our soles, our
souls, as we walk back to the
car, calculating always, the
numbers tottering over, wondering
whether
they will ever add up
napkins--how old was he
when? and how old was she
when? the ink spreading, like
blood, across the white while
the waiter replenishes the glasses
of water, the beading of the
condensation making an ever-
changing map of wetness tamped
by a napkin, the waiter,
pad and pen at the ready
whiteaproned, distracted by a
noise of traffic between the tax
office and the funeral home
and here we are--caught between
death and taxes on this fine
Summer morning, new-born and
already promising the hotness of the
afternoon, scorching our soles, our
souls, as we walk back to the
car, calculating always, the
numbers tottering over, wondering
whether
they will ever add up
Eclipse
blood red moon, eclipsing all others,
over that stony grey soil, the
hardness of it doubling for your
heart, so few words of yours
I have had, and the last
hoarded and made to last like
a prisoner's rations, crumbling into
dust at closer scrutiny, the
meal so coarse and badly
mixed it does not hold a
shape, nor does it satisfy
that wholesome hunger
which slices away, knife upon bone,
and, all the while, the
honeysuckle blooms again into
a thickwarm fug of scent and
her plate is as clean as the
face of the new moon
over that stony grey soil, the
hardness of it doubling for your
heart, so few words of yours
I have had, and the last
hoarded and made to last like
a prisoner's rations, crumbling into
dust at closer scrutiny, the
meal so coarse and badly
mixed it does not hold a
shape, nor does it satisfy
that wholesome hunger
which slices away, knife upon bone,
and, all the while, the
honeysuckle blooms again into
a thickwarm fug of scent and
her plate is as clean as the
face of the new moon
Telling the Bees
telling the bees that he is
dead she hesitates, for a
moment, to stop them in their
ordinary work (that so graces
their table) but this old custom,
one dear to him, she will keep
at this very last, lest they
should decamp for other hives
or, at the worst, die
so, she tells them of his dying,
early that morning, before the
dawn cracked the new day open,
light creeping over the hills
until it could not be dismissed in
favor of that particular rest graced
to caretakers and, telling them,
she feels their very hum
in her blood, the sun noon-high
now, the windows opened, the
priest called for, the clothes
of black pressed and ready, and
still they hum, these engines of
industry, toiling amongst their
thicksweet gold, their summer harvest
dead she hesitates, for a
moment, to stop them in their
ordinary work (that so graces
their table) but this old custom,
one dear to him, she will keep
at this very last, lest they
should decamp for other hives
or, at the worst, die
so, she tells them of his dying,
early that morning, before the
dawn cracked the new day open,
light creeping over the hills
until it could not be dismissed in
favor of that particular rest graced
to caretakers and, telling them,
she feels their very hum
in her blood, the sun noon-high
now, the windows opened, the
priest called for, the clothes
of black pressed and ready, and
still they hum, these engines of
industry, toiling amongst their
thicksweet gold, their summer harvest
Doughboy
cartwheel in a churchyard, the
slow tolling of insects and
the red-white-blue-red-white-blue flash of
bunting tacked, firmly, once
again the strains of Sousa
through the tree limbs and
the doughboy of stone stands,
ever at the ready, his arms
at his side, the names in
type metallic-small,
tarnished, on an obelisk marble-
bordered, the fountain long
since parched dry under the sun, the
trenches dug for flowers are fresh,
awaiting new plantings, the roots to
take hold, tenacious
under the Summer sun
slow tolling of insects and
the red-white-blue-red-white-blue flash of
bunting tacked, firmly, once
again the strains of Sousa
through the tree limbs and
the doughboy of stone stands,
ever at the ready, his arms
at his side, the names in
type metallic-small,
tarnished, on an obelisk marble-
bordered, the fountain long
since parched dry under the sun, the
trenches dug for flowers are fresh,
awaiting new plantings, the roots to
take hold, tenacious
under the Summer sun
16 June 2011
Writing Workshop / Open Mic Saturday 18th June 2011!!!!! Mount Vernon Public Library
This coming Saturday.....18th June 2011.....
Writing workshop / Open Mic
Mount Vernon Public Library
Community Room
28 South First Avenue
Mount Vernon, NY 10550
Telephone: 914-668-1840
(Mount Vernon East MetroNorth Station)
08 June 2011
Poem to appear (online) on the VOX MOM page of The Mom Egg website!
MaryAnn's poem "Transfer" will appear on The Mom Egg website (VOX MOM page) in November 2011.
Click on the title of this post to check out their website!!!
http://www.themomegg.com/themomegg/Home.html
Click on the title of this post to check out their website!!!
http://www.themomegg.com/themomegg/Home.html
04 June 2011
Poems forthcoming in "Thick With Conviction" -- an online magazine of poetry and interviews.
http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/thickwithconviction/
MaryAnn's two poems...."Building Blocks" and "Crazed Cup" will appear in the June 2011 issue of the online poetry magazine Thick With Conviction.
Click on the title of this post to reach the Thick With Conviction website.
MaryAnn's two poems...."Building Blocks" and "Crazed Cup" will appear in the June 2011 issue of the online poetry magazine Thick With Conviction.
Click on the title of this post to reach the Thick With Conviction website.
02 June 2011
Blood Beats in Four Square Miles (Fair, ed.) -- the first anthology of Mount Vernon, NY poets.
Check it out on Amazon.com or BarnesandNoble.com!!! (Click on the title of this blog post to get to the Amazon.com page featuring this title!!)
"http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Beats-Four-Square-Miles/dp/1453778047/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1307020375&sr=1-1
"Blood Beats in Four Square Miles" -- the very first anthology of Mount Vernon, NY poets!!!
"http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Beats-Four-Square-Miles/dp/1453778047/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1307020375&sr=1-1
"Blood Beats in Four Square Miles" -- the very first anthology of Mount Vernon, NY poets!!!
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