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Click on the title of this post to hear the reading recorded on 22nd August 2011.....
Poetry reading: "Calculations (Summer)" -- "In Summer" -- "Eclipse" -- "Telling the Bees" -- "Doughboy" -- "Make Haste" -- "Taxonomy" -- "Painting" -- "Ever-Expanding America" -- "Torch Song"
Cheers,
MaryAnn
22 August 2011
18 August 2011
Painting
a bright sunny butter-yellow for
the kitchen, then, and
an apple-red for the
reading room
she counts the paint pots off
in her head, two, four, six,
imagining prising their lids off to
reveal the thickcream of
colors stirred with a
ruler, spread with roller,
daubed with brush, to
create that distinct
palette, the warmth and
cool reflecting back through
all the seasons as they pass
(as they will pass)
from the white hoar-frost of
winter to the new-green of
spring, the gold-red of
fall, the parched brown, too,
of summer lawns, new-mowed, as
the children call, each to
each, she listens to their
voices, seeking to single out
her own
the kitchen, then, and
an apple-red for the
reading room
she counts the paint pots off
in her head, two, four, six,
imagining prising their lids off to
reveal the thickcream of
colors stirred with a
ruler, spread with roller,
daubed with brush, to
create that distinct
palette, the warmth and
cool reflecting back through
all the seasons as they pass
(as they will pass)
from the white hoar-frost of
winter to the new-green of
spring, the gold-red of
fall, the parched brown, too,
of summer lawns, new-mowed, as
the children call, each to
each, she listens to their
voices, seeking to single out
her own
Ever-Expanding America
ever-expanding America, yes,
we'll see the USA in your
Chevrolet, sky blue, reflecting
all our tomorrows, ticked
off on her fingers, halfway
between sleep and wakefulness
as she tries to discern how
many colors your irises are
comprised of, surprising how
they change in the light, with
your temper, too,
mid-afternoon now, she packs
and repacks, discarding this
and that for other, more
practical items, the compass,
the light, the water, the
oil, hoping they will last these
next dark nights
we'll see the USA in your
Chevrolet, sky blue, reflecting
all our tomorrows, ticked
off on her fingers, halfway
between sleep and wakefulness
as she tries to discern how
many colors your irises are
comprised of, surprising how
they change in the light, with
your temper, too,
mid-afternoon now, she packs
and repacks, discarding this
and that for other, more
practical items, the compass,
the light, the water, the
oil, hoping they will last these
next dark nights
Torch Song
two embers burning beneath
the kitchen window, smoke
redolent of tobacco and
days long past slip in, unwanted
but not unnoticed
and Winston tastes good, like
a cigarette should, and
there go the two of them,
twinned lights as they
murmer, murmer (of what?)
...too far to hear
and lights flash on and
off as a neighbor walks
past, unshrouding them for
just a moment,
a sudden exposure, then
dark again, those twin
torches coupled in darkness
the kitchen window, smoke
redolent of tobacco and
days long past slip in, unwanted
but not unnoticed
and Winston tastes good, like
a cigarette should, and
there go the two of them,
twinned lights as they
murmer, murmer (of what?)
...too far to hear
and lights flash on and
off as a neighbor walks
past, unshrouding them for
just a moment,
a sudden exposure, then
dark again, those twin
torches coupled in darkness
17 August 2011
Poem, "Butterfly, Loch Avon" forthcoming in "Torrid Literature"
MaryAnn's poem, "Butterfly, Loch Avon" -- which first appeared on this blog -- will be published in both the online and print editions of the April 2012 issue of "Torrid Literature."
Click on the title of this blog post to check out their website and submission information.
Cheers,
MaryAnn
"Blood Beats in Four Square Miles" -- the first anthology to feature the work of Mount Vernon, NY poets......
http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Beats-Four-Square-Miles/dp/1453778047/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1313632879&sr=1-1
Before you know it it will be time to draw up your lists for holiday gift-giving....
What better gift than the very first anthology to feature the work of Mount Vernon, NY poets?? Truly a unique volume!!
Before you know it it will be time to draw up your lists for holiday gift-giving....
What better gift than the very first anthology to feature the work of Mount Vernon, NY poets?? Truly a unique volume!!
11 August 2011
Next meeting of the Mount Vernon Writers Network
http://www.mountvernonpubliclibrary.org/
The next meeting of the Mount Vernon Writers Network will be held at the Mount Vernon Public Library on Thursday 18th August 2011 from 6:00 to 8:00 p.m..
Come and share your writing in a welcoming atmosphere!!
The Mount Vernon Public Library is located at:
28 South First Avenue
Mount Vernon, NY 10550
Telephone: 914-668-1840
Closest MetroNorth Station: Mount Vernon East.
03 July 2011
Poem "Boarding the Black Dog" published in the Mount Vernon Inquirer
http://www.mvinquirer.com/past_issues.htm
Poem, "Boarding the Black Dog" published in the July 2011 edition of the Mount Vernon Inquirer.
Click the title of this blog post to read it online or read it on this blog.....
Cheers,
MaryAnn
Poem, "Boarding the Black Dog" published in the July 2011 edition of the Mount Vernon Inquirer.
Click the title of this blog post to read it online or read it on this blog.....
Cheers,
MaryAnn
02 July 2011
Two poems published in "Thick With Conviction"
http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/thickwithconviction/mccarra.html
Two poems, "Building Blocks" and "Crazed Cup" published in the online poetry journal Thick With Conviction.
Click on the link above to read these and the other poems featured in the June 2011 issue.
Cheers,
MaryAnn
Two poems, "Building Blocks" and "Crazed Cup" published in the online poetry journal Thick With Conviction.
Click on the link above to read these and the other poems featured in the June 2011 issue.
Cheers,
MaryAnn
01 July 2011
Make Haste....
make haste with swift
alacrity, on to the
chipped Corelle, the
Johnson Brothers, a single
polished nail in rosy
peach reflecting the light
back, small gold globe,
mass of electrons, ever
humming
super-vitrified Dudson,
Duraline, stacked rounds
straining the shelf to
the breaking point
gripping plate-edge as
water and soap-froth
shears off in sheets down
the abyss of the drain, that
single eye staring back, that
dark mouth through which
small scraps may fall,
accidental offerings to
the kitchen gods who,
turning a blind eye, allow
the rice to scorch as
the custard turns to
scrambled eggs....
super-vitrified, twice-
fired, unlike the Limoges
A Lanternier, France, with
faded flowers: rose, carnation,
scalloped gold,
Arklow FINE BONE CHINA (in capital
letters, if you please)
or pale-pink Colelough,
gold-scrolled, made in
England, or the Paragon
with the hollyhocks....
sealing away the odd ends
of vegetables and
beef overtopped with potato,
plastic, then foil, destined
for a late lunch, standing
up, mid-kitchen, ear cocked for
the ring of the telephone
alacrity, on to the
chipped Corelle, the
Johnson Brothers, a single
polished nail in rosy
peach reflecting the light
back, small gold globe,
mass of electrons, ever
humming
super-vitrified Dudson,
Duraline, stacked rounds
straining the shelf to
the breaking point
gripping plate-edge as
water and soap-froth
shears off in sheets down
the abyss of the drain, that
single eye staring back, that
dark mouth through which
small scraps may fall,
accidental offerings to
the kitchen gods who,
turning a blind eye, allow
the rice to scorch as
the custard turns to
scrambled eggs....
super-vitrified, twice-
fired, unlike the Limoges
A Lanternier, France, with
faded flowers: rose, carnation,
scalloped gold,
Arklow FINE BONE CHINA (in capital
letters, if you please)
or pale-pink Colelough,
gold-scrolled, made in
England, or the Paragon
with the hollyhocks....
sealing away the odd ends
of vegetables and
beef overtopped with potato,
plastic, then foil, destined
for a late lunch, standing
up, mid-kitchen, ear cocked for
the ring of the telephone
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