My poem in the Spring issue of Susurrus!
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In the Spring issue of Cumberland River Review:
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Where in my house can I fit one more bookshelf?
mood
For nothing is fixed, forever and forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always chang-ing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock. Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have. The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out. 1964
James Baldwin
Lady and her horse on a snowy day
Photo by Félix Thiollier, 1899
I used to listen to this song over and over, so dark and romantic. Thank you for reminding me of it. "Like the leaf clings to the tree..."
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Stone Circle Replay Wednesday poem: "Excavation / Psyche" by Wren Donovan (@wrendonovan.bsky.social)
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original harpsichord version a must!
It's on Empty Sky, really early album. It was played over the end credits of a movie I watched recently ('The Favorite') which brought it back to my mind.
Front album cover: Tumbleweed Connection, Elton John
Front album cover, Elton John: Empty Sky
"Daniel" and "Come Down in Time."
For obscurity, add "Skyline Pigeon"!
Most recent publication OBR Issue 14, Summer 2025 orangeblossomreview.org/journal/merc...
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Featuring: Gordon Johnston, D Bedell, @adrianabeltrano.bsky.social, Stasha Cole, @wrendonovan.bsky.social, Morrow Dowdle, @kevingrauke.bsky.social, Mikey Jones...
Just published, a gorgeous new issue of Susurrus, and I'm proud / honored to see my poem 'Overhead' a small part of this loveliness.
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Movie poster for 1942 film "Cat People." The Criterion Collection. Directed by Jacques Tourneur, a Val Newton Production. Starring Simone Simon, whose face is featured on this b&w poster.
Underwater scene (Shelley Winters dead in car underwater, hair drifting) from The Night of the Hunter (1955). Directed by Charles Laughton, starring Robert Mitchem, Shelley Winters Lillian Gish.
1942 version of Cat People. Night of the Hunter 1955. The whole atmosphere, lighting, sound, (the Cat People pool scene OMG), dark fairy tales. (I already loved the darker 'horror' Grimm's fairy tales.) I'm not that old but grew up watching 'old' movies! Later, ALIEN started me on horror sci-fi.
DEATH COMES TO ME AGAIN, A GIRL Death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip. Barefoot, giggling. It’s not so terrible, she tells me, not like you think: all darkness and silence. There are wind chimes and the scent of lemons. Some days it rains. But more often the air is dry and sweet. We sit beneath the staircase built from hair and bone and listen to the voices of the living. I like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair. Especially when they fight, and when they sing.
Some days it rains.
Dorianne Laux
I prefer the version on the left. This is a lovely poem!
Rust & Moth’s Spring 2025 issue is now available in print! This one concerns itself with messengers; be they voices from the other side, unfamiliar eyes in the leaves, winged familiars, or the seeds we use to pay them for their troubles.
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just realizing coffee beans will be worth much more than that.... so, maybe six or seven coffee beans, or teaspoon of real cinnamon.
Half-crazy lady in a flour-sack dress who gets by because she can sew. Talks to birds, who predict the weather, and will read your Tarot cards in exchange for a nickel or a handful of coffee beans.
Monday mood 😐
Two kittens who look like illustrations from mid-century children's books: One kitten asks, "How are you doing?" The other kitten responds, "The rage consumes me." credit (?) Earthy Herbs @canna.pothecary
Happy relaxed orange and white cat lying on his/her back among white clover flowers and yellow dandelions and green grass.
Four poems to be published in April ! #poetry
“There were marches, of course, a lot of women and some men. But they were smaller than you might have thought.”
—Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale