Posted on July 29, 2011
Sheila E. Murphy's most recent publications include Reverse Haibun (White Sky Books, 2011) and Toccatas in the Key of D (Blue Lion Books, 2010). Her visual work appears widely in galleries and collections. Murphy has resided in Phoenix all of her adult life.
One Response to 2 Vispos by Sheila Murphy
July 30, 2011 at 8:52 pm
The top one is so ARIZONA ! The bottom is so MARDI GRAS SOLAR SYSTEM (blue period)!
Mad Hatters' Review Reading – First Annual New York Poetry Festival
Posted on July 28, 2011 by marc
Don't miss cosmic readings by Alexander Cigale, Larissa Shmailo, Yuriy Tarnawsky and Carol Novack (via Larissa's lips) this weekend on Governors Island at 4 pm, Saturday, on Stage 3 (the Admiral). Also, don't miss Larissa with Brant Lyon and the Hydrogen Jukebox Poemusic Band, Sunday at noon (also Stage 3).
IN WHICH I DON'T MEAN
restore my former pony,
volleyball is safe
the poltergeist's diaper [is]
for a urine test, [expressing]
] popsicle [to] sociopath
where everything that cannot be seen
like parachute-failure applied externally,
pimped [out] goblin
although [not] good meat
how tight or nipply, inflatable doll's t-shirt
primordial soup pulverized is
if you're willing to have your jar polished
risen well [CAKE] but
Tyson Bley walks dogs for a living. He writes mainly about these experiences. He was born in South Africa but can now be located at http://soapstain.blogspot.com/
The doors open then
within the radiant
In the streets
The pencil leads
I did not fertilise Zelda
All poems from The Songs of Unease by Walter Ruhlmann
Walter Ruhlmann was born in 1974 in France . He currently lives in Mamoudzou, Mayotte where he works as an English teacher. He has been publishing mgversion2>datura (ex-Mauvaise graine) for fifteen years. Walter is the author of several poetry chapbooks and e-books in French and English and has published poems in various printed and electronic publications world wide. He co-edited and translated poems for the bilingual free verse and form section for the anniversary issue of Magnapoets in January 2011. His blog http://lorchideenoctambule.hautetfort.com/
Posted on July 22, 2011
Another Great Depression
It all started with that one damn phrase: “The only thing to fear is fear itself.” No,I say, everything, seen from a certain angle, becomes fear itself. And so everything is fearful to me. If only I could get to the office. The excuses I've offered! I've no choice but to await the labeling of an emotional disturbance and take my disability. Of course, I fear diagnosis, for my historical hysteria has not yet been identified.
It's organic, in the gut. I fear loss of work, food, shelter. I wish I were an animal, stripped of that human fur: consciousness. Like a poor cat with all the wrong spots, my fur paints me pathetic.
And what if I never obtain disability? I'm no boy scout. How would I build fires? This is Minneapolis . I freeze to death. I will freeze in fear's ice.
I fear that, too, the freezing, but worse, the fear while freezing. Fear envelopes me, seals me like a letter and mails me back to myself. I constantly check the mailbox for a bill, and there I am, a debt forever due.
Occasionally, I think of my future work replacement, lost in the paperwork, trying to make sense of my hundreds of organizational systems. It's simply impossible for any replacement to understand just one of those systems. My replacement will ruin all that I've accomplished. I fear that more than anything, except working.
This fear, this black umbrella, is pressed into my hand and held by Franklin Delano Roosevelt himself, whose voice accompanies me everywhere, forever repeating his phrase on the radio between my ears. He even sits beside me on the couch, smug in his fearlessness. I've tried talking to him, but he won't speak. He refuses to look at me. He peers midway between the floor and the ceiling, straight ahead, at some zone of fearlessness.
And in my Great Depression, what good has he done me? Where's my New Deal? My bankrupt courage proves immune to Keynesian economics. If I had never thought, “But how can I not fear fear itself?” then none of this would have happened. I try to get rid of him, shouting, “Shove off.” I give him a push. He uses gravity to his advantage and takes on airs like a nonchalant bird.
Despite FDR's aristocratic manner, I've many times tried to ignite a warm greeting, but always his hand is cold and mine becomes the tongue to his frozen fence.
And so he continues and will never stop broadcasting. I would assassinate him, lest my fear of crime. And so I ask every stranger, “Brother, can you spear a mime?”
Watch the trailer about Paul A. Toth's latest work, Airplane Novel .
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Paul A. Toth's first three published novels form a nonlinear trilogy consisting of Fizz, Fishnet and Finale . Most of his published work—fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and multimedia—are available online. To access Toth's sites, visit tothworld.com .
Posted on July 21, 2011
How We Lost Solange
We heard there was a price on your head
they said you
they said you slept naked with the Kuikuro
far up the Xingu , they said,
they said that since you
we formed a rescue team
but you saw us coming
in the note we found
Mary Mackey's published works include six collections of poetry, including Breaking The Fever (Marsh Hawk Press, 2006) and Sugar Zone (forthcoming from Marsh Hawk Press, October 2011) and twelve novels. Her poems have been praised by Wendell Berry, Jane Hirshfield, Dennis Nurkse, Ron Hansen, Dennis Schmitz, and Marge Piercy for their beauty, precision, originality, and extraordinary range. Three times Garrison Keillor has featured her poetry on his program The Writer's Almanac. Mackey's work has been translated into twelve foreign languages including Japanese, Hebrew, Greek, Russian, and Finnish. For the last twenty years she has been traveling to Brazil with her husband, Angus Wright, who writes about land reform and environmental issues. At present she is working on a series of poems inspired by the works of Brazilian poets and novelists. Combining Portuguese and English, she creates poems that use Portuguese as incantation to evoke the lyrical space that lies at the conjunction between Portuguese and English. More of her poetry can be found here .
Posted on July 19, 2011
Moth on Screen with Optical Illusion
Morgan Harlow's photography appears on the Contrary Magazine website and is forthcoming in Otoliths and Convergence . Morgan has stories, poems and other writing published or forthcoming in Burnside Review , Blackbox Manifold , Washington Square , Descant , Seneca Review , Tusculum Review , West Wind Review , The Moth , and elsewhere.
One Response to Photo by Morgan Harlow
Jeffery Darling says:
July 20, 2011 at 3:37 am
Very Mad Hatter. One pill made him much LARGER. Great shot great boka
Posted on July 18, 2011
another day older
the radio, background to silence,
I've exhausted the thesaurus
if we'd come closer,
Daniel Zimmerman teaches English in New Jersey . His works include Isotopes2 ( Chicago : Beard of Bees, 2007), Post-Avant ( Columbus , OH : Pavement Saw, 2002; intro. by Robert Creeley), Isotopes ( London , England : frAme, 2001), Blue Horitals (with John Clarke; Amman , Jordan : Oasii, 1997), and others.
Mad Hatters' Review on Asheville FM
Posted on July 16, 2011
Contributors Jeff Davis (Issue 12) and Lori Horvitz (Issue 13) will join Carol Novack in hosting a Mad Hatters' Review radio show this Sunday on Jeff's Word Play series. Tune in to Asheville FM 5 – 6pm (EST USA ) to hear recitations of works published in the Review.
Posted on July 15, 2011
The martins spill water
We search for order…
As we slip, the air
You talk of impossible songs
It's not quite Winter
Hear the tide fall back
Shallower than the river's skin.
Too long this. Nothing is real.
Songs fade around me in
The night is too intimate. The lamps angle
We are watched through opaque eyes;
Outside, the night shades turn to words,
Stephen Leake is a poet and teacher based in Norwich UK . He has had work published in the Times Education Supplement , Agenda, The Rialto and is a previous award winner in the Ottakar's/ Faber National Poetry Competition . His work has been scored and performed by Professor John William Jones and he has recently contributed to the anthology Soul Feathers , alongside the poet laureate and Bob Dylan. He is the author of 2 poetry collections.