All posts tagged with poetry

July 5, 2021

“Meeting in the Middle” — Poetry by Alison Jennings

Meeting in the Middle, Lebanon, KS The center of these United States lies in this heartland space, where love does battle with our hates, where politicians court their base; yet there should be some room for peace: our modern civil war must cease. Lies in this heartland space proliferate, become more lies. It’s something that we need to face or else this fragile union dies. How can we mend the social quilt? Can democracy be rebuilt, where love does battle with our hates? Let’s hope it has the upper hand. The intervention of the Fates may be required for us to stand on principles, but not take sides, to have a chance to heal divides. Where politicians court their base, there’s no chance for compromise. “Dog whistles” emphasizing race – or victimizing Anglo guys –…

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June 22, 2021

“Tatiana’s Tango,” The Poetry of J.P. Christiansen

Posted by Mike Rochester in Writing

Tatiana’s Tango Her sex is a tango, sung in any language, please, in a black and white picture, mono chrome, with shadows of that desire, please. She stands under the lamp-post dividing day and lust, the music of a moon having come out to guide you, Tatiana. The small orchestra plays the seductive tones, the singer caresses words and refrain, here in the bar in Warsaw, 1938, where two bodies meet in a dance to celebrate life. A tango may last three minutes. I listen to the scratched vinyl surface of the 78. A memory arises with each turning of the needle in its grooves. Haunting notes and voice of a song which used to be. Now, 1939, and the gramophone is silent. The vinyl is broken. Did the walls fall on you, too, Tatiana…

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June 18, 2021

Juneteenth: A Day of Remembrance and Celebration

Posted by Mike Rochester in Writing

Editor’s Note: Black lives matter. Creative lives matter. We’re very fortunate to see both embodied in The Fictional Café’s Residency program. In both instances, these are word-artists who had already discovered The Fictional Café and been published here. Mbizo Chirasha was asked to become our Poet-in-Residence because of the powerful messages of freedom from oppression and tyranny in his poetry. We are saddened to learn that he remains in exile, now for four long years, in large part because of his book of poetry, A Letter to the President, which drew the ire of the dictatorship in Mbizo’s native country. Against powerfully thwarting odds, we’re trying to help. Derrick R. Lafayette is, with pun intended, our Black Knight of fiction. His fierce, compelling stories captivated us from his first submission. His strong advocacy for our…

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June 7, 2021

“Sonnet to Morrow,” Poems by Yuan Changming

Posted by Mike Rochester in Writing

Sonnet to Morrow Since yester twilight Along the borderline of tonight With fits of thirst & hunger Among storms of pain Under attacks of viruses Between interludes of insomnia Beyond both hope & expectation At the depth of darkness Amidst the nightmare Through one tiny antlike moment After another . . . Against deadly despair Until awakening To the first ray of dawn Holistic Relationship (for Qi Hong) 99% from me plus 1% from you Makes Our love Just happily perfect Though, alas Not exactly ideal As anyone might wish Tips for Becoming a Great World Citizen in the e.Age 1. Don’t argue with any numbers, but just follow the google algorithm; 2. Abide by American interest rather than international law; 3. Whatever game Uncle Sam is up to play, join the team led by him; 4. Always shore…

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June 1, 2021

Rebecca Hosking — Multitalented Creative

Posted by Mike Rochester in Fine Art, Writing

Photo above: Elephant Camp, Chang Mai, Thailand Editor’s Note: This month’s featured artist is also a very talented musician and poet. Check out Rebecca Hosking’s diverse creative endeavors below. Not All Witches Belong to a Coven Not all witches belong to a coven. Put aside the stereotypes. Expand your mind and think outside of the box. Mother nature lives inside all of us. She is the mother of the earth. Her medicine lives in the plants that feed off the dirt. Get your feet wet, dabble, and expand your mind. Not all witches wear black clothing or dance naked in the garden just before dawn. This woman lives alone. She lives among her dreams, works hard like a graceful wave carrying life to the shore. She warms her skin with the sun and finds energy…

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May 24, 2021

“Lux et Veritas,” Four Sonnets by Claude Clayton Smith

Posted by Mike Rochester in Writing

Lux et Veritas —for Yvonne The light from all the stars we see goes on to other galaxies although those stars are dead. Where on earth does it end? In non- existent time? Does light lose speed like cars in neutral? Is “fading light” anomalous? Not quite. In empty space light waves maintain their speed until they interact with us or meet other resistance. Light does not distain a vacuum, but glass or water ebbs its flow, and Bose Einstein Condensate can slow it to one mile per hour. Black holes swallow light forever. All Nature does its bit. So where the hell does that leave you and me? The truth of light confounds eternally. B & B Let Basquiat & Banksy paint away, no cityscape untouched, four-handed art on walls and bridges, cement or brick—array of Day-Glo, long-tailed rats; vandals, one part anonymous, one not. Subversive rap or hip-hop punk, epigrams, graffiti…

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May 13, 2021

“My Sister,” Poems by Susan J. Wurtzburg

Posted by Mike Rochester in Writing

My Sister My sister enacts meal provider, family clustered around the table. Sustenance for body and heart, hollowed out by this year. Muffled emptiness behind my ribs muted by video calls. Strands across the Pacific from my island to her wooded home. My sibling draws me back to Canada, closed pine borders. Each call a step closer, but still stranded on a rock in the ocean. ** The Toad Heavy rains, another toad in the garden, poison to my dog. Buffo catching, my new pastime, followed by a marsh trip. Bye Mr. Toad. No whimsical talking character, Wind in the Willows cute. Instead a mammoth, warty body, with venom sacs behind his ears. Toad number seven in a lineage, a hopping invading force. Beady eyes, fire-plug body, strong jumping legs, garden bane in Hawaii. Islands replete with outsiders: frogs, rats, goats, even tourists. If the toads arrived with…

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April 27, 2021

“Head Space,” Poems by Ted Millar

Posted by Mike Rochester in Writing

Head Space I still know my childhood best friend’s telephone number even though I’ll never dial it again. I’ve taught certain poems so many times I can recite them on demand, yet some claim that has no practical application. Most find my ability to name the American presidents by years in office amusing before urging me to remember “something important” (like last night’s winning Powerball numbers?). I embrace my savant-esque ability to rattle off every Bob Dylan album and the songs featured on them. I prefer not to cram my head with empty crap on the radio and celebrity gossip, thank you very much. Want something proofread, I’m the resident grammarian, but if it’s scores to last night’s game, I suggest turning on ESPN. I’ve actually read the whole Constitution, not cherry-picked excerpts. Ditto the Declaration of Independence, the United Nations’ Declaration of…

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April 15, 2021

“Botticelli’s Oranges,” The Poetry of Reed Venrick

Posted by Mike Rochester in Writing

Botticelli’s Oranges In an Italian port village near where the boy called “Allessandro” grew up, some thought his circles drawn must be made with a mechanical compass, so round, so fine, there in the Mediterranean sand, where Botticelli grew into youth, wandering through the orange and lemon groves of the Italian littoral; even then sketching lines of muscular trunks and extending arms branching into fingers of leaves, mixing into colors of rinds of reds and yellows. But when youthful fingers grew long enough to put a brush to canvas, he tinted the precious fruit In Madonna with Child and Angels, where she sat under blooming orange trees in spring, for the artist used orange trees to symbolize the virgin, because as he said: among fruits, only oranges are evergreen, “if one sees the mean.” So…

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April 5, 2021

National Poetry Month: A Potpourri of Poems

Posted by Mike Rochester in Writing

Editor’s Note: What goes better with a piping-hot cuppa java than a great poem that whisks you away to another world or makes you contemplate the eccentricities of modern life? If you agree, you’re in luck, because it’s National Poetry Month and we’ll be celebrating here at the Café all month long! To kick it off, here are a few words from our Poetry Barista, Yong Takahashi, followed by a biscuit of poetry from six different poets for you to dunk into your favorite brew. Enjoy! A Little History In April 1996, the Academy of American Poets launched National Poetry Month to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry. It was inspired by the success of Black History Month (February) and Women’s History Month (March). Since its inception, it has become one of the…

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