Thursday, August 20, 2020

P.C. Scheponik - One Poem

The Poem Comes

I am sitting in my sister’s gazebo,
far back on her river house lawn,
the St. Lawrence stretching before me,
the sinuous streaming of an immense silver snake,
the slick skin of its glistening back, rippling at a steady pace,
the metal tubes of the gazebo’s chime,
stirred to reverent song by fingers of air.
I sip my coffee, feel the butterfly wings of words everywhere
in my heart, in my mind.
I can feel it coming, another moment when I’m alive
as the silver-backed leaves, brandishing their beauty
on the branches of the maple trees,
as the bright yellow dusters of goldenrod, shaking
the shaggy clusters of their locks in the breeze,
as the busy robins who diligently feed their hungry young--
the frenzy of words, the fury of feelings, as I rise from the dead,
as I become the poem.

 

 

P.C. Scheponik is a lifelong poet who lives by the sea with his wife, Shirley, and their shizon, Bella. His writing celebrates nature, the human condition, and the metaphysical mysteries of life. He has published four collections of poems: Psalms to Padre Pio (National Centre for Padre Pio, INC), A Storm by Any Other Name and Songs the Sea has Sung in Me (PS Books, a division of Philadelphia Stories), and And the Sun Still Dared to Shine (Mazo Publishers). His work has also appeared in numerous literary journals, among them, Adelaide, Visitant, Red Eft Review, Boned, Time of Singing, WINK, Poetry Pacific, Streetlight Press and others. He was a finalist in Adelaide Anthology Contest 2017, 2018, and 2019. He is a 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee.

Dr. Roger Singer - One Poem

More Than Water

eyes at the shoreline
observe a wide body
without arms or legs
to push or pull,
provide answers,
wisdom or guidance

as crested whitecaps
dislodge seaweed
from depths
and broken parts of
mountains lay scattered
on abysmal plains,
lost souls
sleep without voice



Dr. Singer is the Poet Laureate of Old Lyme, Connecticut.  He has had over 1,100 poems published on the internet, magazines and in books and is a 2017 Pushcart Prize Award Nominee.  He is also the President of the Shoreline Chapter of the Connecticut Poetry Society. 

Monday, August 10, 2020

Richard Murphy - One Poem

 A Failed United State

A third-world country crouches
behind Hollywood, Silicon Valley,
and the military industrial complex.
Defensive postures begin at home
where swat teams soldier and drill
around suspected hoods for show.
Psychologists and screenwriters
work at B-rated coping mechanisms.

The working stiff neighbors couch
toxic anxiety in serial TV dialogues
and minor home maintenance projects.

Oligarch gangs hire out statehood thugs
in suits to shakedown cities and towns.
Before passing along to the top,
the graft garnered and skimmed
adds up enough to harbor off shore
futures, should need be.

Each bit player knew to respond to cues
and then to perform on debt due dates
until the Covid fire revealed in 20/20:

Two chambers pumping out poverty,
while a house infested with termites
and successive resident village idiots
distract the wolf for thieves dressed
in Romulus and Remus costumes. 

 


Rich Murphy’s essay collection on poetics and poetry Prophetic Voice Now will be out in May 2020 by Common Ground Research Network. His new collection of poetry Practitioner Joy will be out soon by Wipf and Stock. Other collections have won two national book awards: Gival Press Poetry Prize 2008 for Voyeur and in 2013 the Press Americana Poetry Prize for Americana. Asylum Seeker is the third in a trilogy out now (2018). The first collection in the trilogy was Americana. Body Politic, the second, was published by Prolific Press in January 2017. Murphy’s first book The Apple in the Monkey Tree was published in 2007 by Codhill Press. Chapbooks include Great Grandfather (Pudding House Press), Family Secret (Finishing Line Press), Hunting and Pecking (Ahadada Books), Phoems for Mobile Vices (BlazeVox) and Paideia (Aldrich Press)

Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Martina Reisz Newberry - One Poem

Gibbous Moon

It is so dark;
clouds must be covering up the stars.
Yes, I’m certain that’s the reason for it.
There is only a slash, a ladle of light
from the waxing gibbous moon.

It is the time of pornography, regret,
terror, and other secrets, although
sexual fantasies can present themselves
at any time and dark seems to equal covert.

But, it’s the dark that seems to promise
the most faithful intimacies.
As a youngster, I loved secrets, the eternal
ritual of secrets: bending close to hear them,
the familiarity, the confidence given

that no one would ever know what I just heard,
the confidence from the whisperer
that I would never tell anyone (or maybe
that I would tell, if that was the goal).

Now I am older and don’t like the unrevealed
as much as I once did. The unwanted pregnancy,
the torrid love affair...I can no longer keep track
of secrets; I no longer see their importance,
their urgency for me or the whisperer.

The places in my soul where I kept secrets
are taken up with anxiety in regards
to my own mortality. The dark is that place

where I search every corner for my wrongdoings,
where (often on my knees) I beg forgiveness—
from you who read this,
from the moon, from Jesus, from my dead parents,
from every waxing and waning moon.
Ignoce me, I pray, fiat mihi in aeternum vive.*


*Forgive me, let me live forever.



Martina Reisz Newberry’s newest collection, BLUES FOR FRENCH ROAST WITH CHICORY is due for publication from Deerbrook Editions in 2019. Her latest book is: NEVER COMPLETELY AWAKE (Available from Deerbrook Editions). Her work has been widely published in the U.S. and abroad. She lives in Los Angeles.