Friday, August 08, 2008

Bell Tones of Poetry


Kasey Rae


KING DAVID’S COVERS
—Kasey Rae, Canyon Country

the tropics are gathered with an indian as skin and flesh,
bones and sinews
fashioned with a warm intent.

let them lie,
no longer too cold bodies.
the tropics are gathered with an indian as skin and flesh.

let not man make a dam.
the tropics are gathered with an indian as skin and flesh.
but we will know.

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Thanks, Kasey! Kasey Rae currently subsists in Canyon Country, the sub-urban, sub-par, art-starved pit of Southern California. She is a final-year English major at The Master's College in Santa Clarita, California, emphasizing mainly in critical theory, both erstwhile and contemporary. She is getting married the 17th of this month. So, besides planning and... planning and planning, as of late, her poetry and art will appear in Snake 19, as well as the winter issue of The League of Laboring Poets. Aside from the literary art of poetry, she is a visual artist, mainly painting panels and canvas, with the occasional coffee table and tattoo design as well. Her art is currently displayed at Abbey Lane Cafe in Stevenson Ranch, CA. In general, Kasey Rae thrives on philosophical inquiry, criticism, and a good laugh now and then, so do drop her a word at: www.rootcandy.blogspot.com/.

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This weekend in NorCal poetry:

•••Saturday (8/9), 2-4 PM: Culture Collection Poetry Series features Nicole Dominque and Yolanda Stevenson at 6391 Riverside Blvd. in Greenhaven (Sacramento). Free!

•••Sunday (8/10), 3-5 PM: Please join us as we show our appreciation for your support of Wild Mountain Books on Main Street in Placerville, and welcome, with a toast, the new owners of Raven's Tale Books: Vicky & John. Live music & refreshments!

•••Monday (8/11), 7:30 PM: Sacramento Poetry Center presents Wendy Taylor Carlisle and Brad Buchanan at HQ for the Arts, 25th & R Sts., Sacramento. Wendy Taylor Carlisle lives in East Texas. Her poems have appeared in Monserrat Review, Cider Press Review, Borderlands, Passager, Prairie Dog, Maverick and on-line at 2 River View, Unlikely Stories, Perihelion, The Astrophysicist’s Tango Partner, Isibongo, Conspire, Tintern Abbey, Zuzu's Petals, Three Candles, and Pig Iron Malt. She has won The Lipscomb Award from Centenary College, a Passager Poetry Contest Award, and has been three times nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her first book, Reading Berryman to the Dog, was published by Jacaranda Press in 2000, her second book, Discount Fireworks (Jacaranda, 2008), won the 2008 Bernice Blackgrove Prize. Her work also appears in Athens Avenue: A Collection of Poetry (Funky Dog Publishing, 1999). Brad Buchanan teaches Modern British and American Literature and Creative Writing at California State University, Sacramento. His work has appeared in the U.S. in American Poets and Poetry, The Comstock Review, Confrontation, The Connecticut Poetry Review, Illuminations, Northeast, The Notre Dame Review, Peregrine, The Portland Review, RE: AL, The Seattle Review, The South Dakota Review, and Whetstone. His first book, The Miracle Shirker, was published by Poets Corner Press in 2005, and he has recently started his own literary press, Roan Press, which has published Swimming The Mirror, a book of his poems dedicated to his daughter, Nora. He sometimes pawns himself as an amateur gerontologist just to make people happy, and he also refers to himself as a relapsing rhymester.


Soul-Making Literary Competition, 2008:

Established in 1994, the Soul-Making Literary Competition (and its subsequent Awards Reading at the Koret Auditorium, San Francisco Main Library, Civic Center) is a community arts outreach program of the National League of American Pen Women, Nob Hill, SF Bay Area Branch. There are 11 categories, including one for poetry, one for prose poetry, and one for young adult poetry (grades 9-12). Cash prizes for each category are $100, $50, and $25. For complete details, visit www.soulmakingcontest.us/. Deadline is November 30.


Poetry in the trees!

You might want to plan ahead to attend the Third Annual Poets with Trees Reading at Jerry Garcia Amphitheater in San Francisco on Sunday, August 24, from Noon to 4 PM. Join them for a picnic and reading at the amphitheater. For detailed information and a photo of the amphitheater, go to clarahsu.com/hotel.html/ or contact Clara Hsu, 301 Gambier St., San Francisco, CA 94134-1341, tel: 415-244-1317, http://www.clarahsu.com/. She says bring a hat. This year they will be featuring four Bay Area Poet Laureates: Albert Flynn DeSilver of Marin, Penelope La Montagne of Healdsburg, Martha Meltzer of Pleasanton, and Connie Post of Livermore, as well as open mike before and after the featured readers.

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[title]
—Kasey Rae

Night comes like leviathan, appalling.
When it is, it is under and around.
It is those depths who, in torrent, flush meaning-
a certain nameless terror on no ground.

Night seeps in, like the dark ocean, heavy.
And when it sneaks it brings assured rest.
But I despair of putting forth this form,
for night's effects tend to be ubiquitous:

For sleep is just another type of death,
And in this darkness all true meaning rests.
But when we get there we are unaware,
like hunting whales whose whiteness bares just jests.

What is most certain brings the most unknown.
The darkness is another blankness shown.

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MANIPULATING THE BREED
—Kasey Rae

briars in the sock of this foot.
running in a reincarnated newness.

tenderness branching out.

a hedge markedly old.
running round this flowering weed.

bastion of thorns.

oh the little white fence.
running into the dead roots.

tendrils of past.

hands which fortify this system.
running on cultivated responses.

manipulating the breed.

the latch is breaking.
the fruit is running out.

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Today's LittleNip:

The ordinary mind as it is released from its narrow confines into the opening heart makes the most beautiful sounds. Music and poetry rise as light as bell tones.

—Stephen Levine

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Ennui
Drawing by Kasey Rae



—Medusa


SnakeWatch: What's Up With Rattlesnake Press

The Snake will be snoozing through July and August, leaving Medusa to carry on alone. Then on September 10, we shall burst back onto the scene with Thirteen Poems, a new chapbook from Patrick Grizzell; #2 in Katy Brown's series of blank journals (Musings2: Vices, Virtues and Obsessions); a littlesnake broadside (Wind Physics) from Jordan Reynolds; plus Issue #19 of Rattlesnake Review (deadline is August 15). Meanwhile, look in on Medusa every day, and, for heaven's sake, keep sending stuff! The snakes of Medusa are always hungry...


Medusa's Weekly Menu:


(Contributors are welcome to cook up something for any and all of these!)


Monday: Weekly NorCal poetry calendar

Tuesday:
Seed of the Week: Tuesday is Medusa's day to post poetry triggers such as quotes, forms, photos, memories, jokes—whatever might tickle somebody's muse. Pick up the gauntlet and send in your poetic results; and don't be shy about sending in your own triggers, too! All poems will be posted and a few of them will go into Medusa's Corner of each Rattlesnake Review. Send your work to kathykieth@hotmail.com or P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726. No deadline for SOW; respond today, tomorrow, or whenever the muse arrives. (Print 'em out, maybe, save 'em for a dry spell?) When you send us work, though, just let us know which "seed" it was that inspired you.

Wednesday (sometimes): HandyStuff Quickies: Resources for the poet, including whatever helps ease the pain of writing and/or publishing: favorite journals to read and/or submit to; books, etc., about writing; organizational tools—you know—HandyStuff! Tell us about your favorite tools.

Thursday: B.L.'s Drive-Bys: Micro-reviews by our irreverent Reviewer-in-Residence, B.L. Kennedy.
Send books, CDs, DVDs, etc. to him for possible review (either as a Drive-By or in future issues of Rattlesnake Review) at P.O. Box 160664, Sacramento, CA 95816.

Friday: NorCal weekend poetry calendar

Daily (except Sunday): LittleNips: SnakeFood for the Poetic Soul: Daily munchables for poetic thought, including short paragraphs, quotes, wonky words, silliness, little-known poetry/poet facts, and other inspiration—yet another way to feed our ravenous poetic souls.

And poetry! Every day, poetry from writers near and far! The Snakes of Medusa are always hungry.......!

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Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events, to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.) Medusa cannot vouch for the moral fiber of other publications, contests, etc. that she lists, however, so submit to them at your own risk. For more info about the Snake Empire, including guidelines for submitting to or obtaining our publications, click on the link to the right of this column: Rattlesnake Press (rattlesnakepress.com). And be sure to sign up for Snakebytes, our monthly e-newsletter that will keep you up-to-date on all our ophidian chicanery.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Lyric You in Lilacs

Matilija Poppy
Photo by Ronald Edwin Lane



SUSPENDED ANGEL
—Ronald Edwin Lane, Weimar

Her halo is invisible
Yet visible her
Sunlit hair
Shines golden
Where she kneels on the air
With wings and gown spread
Like crinkled holy paper flowin’

*

One day she may raise her head and look me in the eyes
But for now she’s an angel in prayer
Beneath the sunny skies


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Thanks, Ronald! Be sure to watch for more of Ronald Lane's work in Snake 19, due out in mid-September. Deadline is August 15—just eight days away!


Ina also looms!

I've been remiss in reminding you that The Ina Coolbrith Circle 89th Annual Poetry Contest is open for entries. Postmark deadline is August 15, 2008. All ICC members (including out of state) and non-member California residents may enter. For contest rules and more info on the ICC, visit the website: www.coolpoetry.org/.


B.L.'s Drive-Bys: A Micro-Review by B.L. Kennedy:

All These Voices
New and Selected Poems by Faye Kicknosway
176pp Trade-Paper
Coffee House Press, $9.95

Let’s put it this way: Faye Kicknosway is a bitch but in a very good way, for here is a poet who is not afraid to speak her mind. Often called the female Bob Kaufman, Kicknosway is her own person, her own voice which, at times, can be surrealistic, but is straight-on in her structure and approach to language. Don’t miss this poet’s work by any means, for if you are indeed a lover of good poetry… you will love Faye Kicknosway.

—B.L. Kennedy, Reviewer-in-Residence

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KIDNAP POEM
—Nikki Giovanni

ever been kidnapped
by a poet
if i were a poet
i'd kidnap you
put you in my phrases and meter
you to jones beach
or maybe coney island
or maybe just to my house
lyric you in lilacs
dash you in the rain
blend into the beach
to complement my see
play the lyre for you
ode you with my love song
anything to win you
wrap you in the red Black green
show you off to mama
yeah if i were a poet i'd kid
nap you

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THE BUTTERFLY
—Nikki Giovanni

those things
which you so laughingly call
hands are in fact two
brown butterflies fluttering
across the pleasure
they give
my body

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POETRY IS A TRESTLE
—Nikki Giovanni

poetry is a trestle
spanning the distance between
what i feel
and what i say

like a locomotive
i rush full speed ahead
trusting your strength
to carry me over

sometimes we share a poem
because people are near
and they would notice me
noticing you
so i write X and you write O
and we both win

sometimes we share a poem
because i'm washing the dishes
and you're looking at your news

or sometimes we make a poem
because it's Sunday and you want
ice cream while i want cookies

but always we share a poem
because belief predates action
and i believe
the most beautiful poem
ever heard is your heart
racing

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Today's LittleNip:

FORTITUDE
—A.R. Ammons

We should think
we can get
by with a
setback or two:

the lawn makes
a life of
starting over and
swirly bugs

in dusk air,
prey, get where
they're going
changing course.

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—Medusa


SnakeWatch: What's Up With Rattlesnake Press

The Snake will be snoozing through July and August, leaving Medusa to carry on alone. Then on September 10, we shall burst back onto the scene with Thirteen Poems, a new chapbook from Patrick Grizzell; #2 in Katy Brown's series of blank journals (Musings2: Vices, Virtues and Obsessions); a littlesnake broadside (Wind Physics) from Jordan Reynolds; plus Issue #19 of Rattlesnake Review (deadline is August 15). Meanwhile, look in on Medusa every day, and, for heaven's sake, keep sending stuff! The snakes of Medusa are always hungry...


Medusa's Weekly Menu:


(Contributors are welcome to cook up something for any and all of these!)


Monday: Weekly NorCal poetry calendar

Tuesday:
Seed of the Week: Tuesday is Medusa's day to post poetry triggers such as quotes, forms, photos, memories, jokes—whatever might tickle somebody's muse. Pick up the gauntlet and send in your poetic results; and don't be shy about sending in your own triggers, too! All poems will be posted and a few of them will go into Medusa's Corner of each Rattlesnake Review. Send your work to kathykieth@hotmail.com or P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726. No deadline for SOW; respond today, tomorrow, or whenever the muse arrives. (Print 'em out, maybe, save 'em for a dry spell?) When you send us work, though, just let us know which "seed" it was that inspired you.

Wednesday (sometimes): HandyStuff Quickies: Resources for the poet, including whatever helps ease the pain of writing and/or publishing: favorite journals to read and/or submit to; books, etc., about writing; organizational tools—you know—HandyStuff! Tell us about your favorite tools.

Thursday: B.L.'s Drive-Bys: Micro-reviews by our irreverent Reviewer-in-Residence, B.L. Kennedy.
Send books, CDs, DVDs, etc. to him for possible review (either as a Drive-By or in future issues of Rattlesnake Review) at P.O. Box 160664, Sacramento, CA 95816.

Friday: NorCal weekend poetry calendar

Daily (except Sunday): LittleNips: SnakeFood for the Poetic Soul: Daily munchables for poetic thought, including short paragraphs, quotes, wonky words, silliness, little-known poetry/poet facts, and other inspiration—yet another way to feed our ravenous poetic souls.

And poetry! Every day, poetry from writers near and far! The Snakes of Medusa are always hungry.......!

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Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events, to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.) Medusa cannot vouch for the moral fiber of other publications, contests, etc. that she lists, however, so submit to them at your own risk. For more info about the Snake Empire, including guidelines for submitting to or obtaining our publications, click on the link to the right of this column: Rattlesnake Press (rattlesnakepress.com). And be sure to sign up for Snakebytes, our monthly e-newsletter that will keep you up-to-date on all our ophidian chicanery.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Right in Front of Our Eyes


Linda Collins


PEACE LINE WALL
—Linda Collins, Carmichael


The Peace Line looms, smog
colored concrete, the height
of two men. Topped by ten
feet of corrugated green,
finished with a road's width
of wire screen, it's forty
feet tall, enough to block
a bomb or stop a brawl.
Street level murals scream
the failure of the political machine,
whose answer was the building of a wall
that brings no peace to Belfast at all.



Peace Line Wall, Belfast
Photo by Linda Collins


Thanks, Linda! Linda Collins lives and writes poems in Carmichael, California. She studied literature at Vanderbilt University in the early 1980's, where she became interested in Irish history and poets. She participates in local writing groups, and is looking forward to her first appearance in Rattlesnake Review (#19), due out in mid-September.

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This week’s HandyStuff Quickie:

Cindy Wathen writes: Poets & Writers Magazine has graciously set up a Yahoogroups literary listserv for Valley writers, publishers, booksellers, librarians, publicists, literary event coordinators and others. They already run thriving listserves for northern and southern California, so we're thrilled to have one of our own. At present, we have about 105 members from Bakersfield to Sacramento. A Valley literary listserv is a great place for Central California writers or other event coordinators to announce Valley-wide literary events, freelance opportunities or other writing discussions. If you think that you or others would be interested in participating, please help us to spread the word. It's a great chance for us to pull together and support each others' efforts. Join in the discussion! For those who are interested, simply go to: (If you don't already have a YahooGroups account, then you'll need to set one up. It's a really simple process.) Then, once you're on the list, you can simply send your announcements to the following email address, and it'll go out to the list: valleylitlist@yahoogroups.com/.

And here’s a HandyStuff-to-Be: Katy Brown’s Musings2: Vices, Virtues and Obsessions. Katy’s previous Musings was well-received and highly acclaimed, spawning many great poems from NorCal poets far and near. Her newest collection of photos and other poetry prompts is coming September 10 to The Book Collector! Be there, 7:30 PM, get ’em while they last!

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LOW TIDE
—Linda Collins

We reach the beach just after dawn.
Moisture dapples our skin, bearing
the pungent tang of salted kelp.
I push my hips into the sand,
still infused with yesterday’s heat.

You sit beside me, smear sun block
on my arms, chap stick on my lips.
“Such a kind, thoughtful man,” I think,
and smile to show I’m unafraid,
grateful to this gallant stranger.

Silently, we gaze out to sea
where gentle waves unfurl like
orchid blossoms lapping sunlight.
Suddenly, comprehension breaks
over me. I reach for your hand,

remembering the sweet scented
orchid I wore at our wedding,
countless seaside sand castles,
my fingers sweeping our grandson’s
soft, coral-colored sea-grass hair.

With my awareness, your tension
ebbs. You lean into me, whisper
urgent, tender memories that
float, then form a swirling eddy
that surrounds us, pulls us close.

The tide recedes, sweeps away my
recollections. I drift away,
drop your hand. My heart strains to hold
our memories, but soon it’s empty
like the seashells scattered at our feet.

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HAPPENSTANCE
—Linda Collins

We are two seeds dropped
from one bloom, carried by breeze
to the same serene garden.
While you thrive in fertile soil,
the sun teasing your branches
upward, your blossoms open,
I land among shadowed
stones, forming only a gnarled
stunted tangle struggling
against their rough surface.

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SHE CAN’T REMEMBER

what it’s called.
It sat on the front windowsill
in the old house where she grew up.
Golden as a genii’s lamp
it glittered with streetlight magic
in the dark. Her mother
made it shine, a useless beauty
she wouldn’t give away. How
could it not have a name?
This morning the late sun struck
at such a slant, it flared,
ignited dust motes
in the air. Now, nothing
but a wisp of smoke
like memory.

—Taylor Graham, Somerset

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Thanks, TG! Taylor Graham sent us this poem in response to yesterday's Seed of the Week.

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Today's LittleNips:

I have performed the necessary butchery. Here is the bleeding corpse.
—Henry James, following a request from his editor to cut three lines from a 5,000-word article

Everyone needs an editor.
—Tim Foote, commenting in
Time magazine on the fact that Hitler's orginal title for Mein Kampf was Four-and-a-Half Years of Struggle Against Lies, Stupidity, and Cowardice

One should fight like the devil the temptation to think well of editors. They are all, without exception—at least some of the time—incompetent or crazy. By the nature of their profession they read too much, with the result they grow jaded and cannot recognize talent though it dances in front of their eyes.
—John Gardner

An editor should have a pimp for a brother, so he'd have someone to look up to.
—Gene Fowler

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—Medusa


SnakeWatch: What's Up With Rattlesnake Press

The Snake will be snoozing through July and August, leaving Medusa to carry on alone. Then on September 10, we shall burst back onto the scene with Thirteen Poems, a new chapbook from Patrick Grizzell; #2 in Katy Brown's series of blank journals (Musings2: Vices, Virtues and Obsessions); a littlesnake broadside (Wind Physics) from Jordan Reynolds; plus Issue #19 of Rattlesnake Review (deadline is August 15). Meanwhile, look in on Medusa every day, and, for heaven's sake, keep sending stuff! The snakes of Medusa are always hungry...


Medusa's Weekly Menu:


(Contributors are welcome to cook up something for any and all of these!)


Monday: Weekly NorCal poetry calendar

Tuesday:
Seed of the Week: Tuesday is Medusa's day to post poetry triggers such as quotes, forms, photos, memories, jokes—whatever might tickle somebody's muse. Pick up the gauntlet and send in your poetic results; and don't be shy about sending in your own triggers, too! All poems will be posted and a few of them will go into Medusa's Corner of each Rattlesnake Review. Send your work to kathykieth@hotmail.com or P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726. No deadline for SOW; respond today, tomorrow, or whenever the muse arrives. (Print 'em out, maybe, save 'em for a dry spell?) When you send us work, though, just let us know which "seed" it was that inspired you.

Wednesday (sometimes): HandyStuff Quickies: Resources for the poet, including whatever helps ease the pain of writing and/or publishing: favorite journals to read and/or submit to; books, etc., about writing; organizational tools—you know—HandyStuff! Tell us about your favorite tools.

Thursday: B.L.'s Drive-Bys: Micro-reviews by our irreverent Reviewer-in-Residence, B.L. Kennedy.
Send books, CDs, DVDs, etc. to him for possible review (either as a Drive-By or in future issues of Rattlesnake Review) at P.O. Box 160664, Sacramento, CA 95816.

Friday: NorCal weekend poetry calendar

Daily (except Sunday): LittleNips: SnakeFood for the Poetic Soul: Daily munchables for poetic thought, including short paragraphs, quotes, wonky words, silliness, little-known poetry/poet facts, and other inspiration—yet another way to feed our ravenous poetic souls.

And poetry! Every day, poetry from writers near and far! The Snakes of Medusa are always hungry.......!

_________________

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events, to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.) Medusa cannot vouch for the moral fiber of other publications, contests, etc. that she lists, however, so submit to them at your own risk. For more info about the Snake Empire, including guidelines for submitting to or obtaining our publications, click on the link to the right of this column: Rattlesnake Press (rattlesnakepress.com). And be sure to sign up for Snakebytes, our monthly e-newsletter that will keep you up-to-date on all our ophidian chicanery.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Red Chalk Contours

Christ on the Way to Calvary
—Johann Freyberger



RED CHALK CONTOURS AND SPURTS OF BULLY-BLUSTER

—Tom Goff, Carmichael

(Based on Johann Freyberger’s “Christ on the Way to Calvary,” Crocker Art Museum)

What happens on the way to Calvary
stays on the way to Calvary. Savior in gray,
outline only, beaten at by the ingrates,
Roman soldiers perhaps, but anonymous
enough to take or give the rap
for all of us. Why, the one on the right
is an egg on the neck of a nude; he seems

more interested in the style points he gets
by raising the beating arm contrapposto
across his torso and way, way up. Is this
a dominance posture passed down from fallen angels?
The left-side trooper makes like a bow, the top half
the scourge-wielding right fist, the bottom that

right-foot kick into the Holy One’s kidney. Into, for
that kickboxer’s thrust plows across the line of His
transparent flank, wants to take soundings
inside the Body. Woe to us who color or sketch,
children never innocent when crossing the line.
A sword, sling, or rope in the left fist might be stabbing;
more likely, leash-steadying the Victim’s waist
the better to plant that kick just kicked,
that forever-aiming stripe on the back. Yet, what

with that foot already gone in, the job’s done:
absurd, the kicks this degenerate duo aim
at the door, just as the skin door flings open
of itself, and so the job was, is, and shall be
never done. So balanced in their derangement,
these two would batter away, utterly without sense

of the futility, announced in the Christ face
that’s already a cheekbone face, a skull scribble,
but a risen face, an awake face, a ghost they can
neither kick nor unkick: draped in a love
to them inscrutable, just as they’re naked,
embodiments obvious, hot past the point
of illegible in hate, dyslexic in the work
of inscribing hate, just as they’re the illiterates
of love: in the fleshy solids, the red chalk
contours and spurts of bully-bluster,
the lineaments of learning,
horrifically disabled.

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Thanks, TG! Watch for Tom Goff's Historian-in-Residence column coming up in Rattlesnake Review #19, due out in mid-September. The deadline looms to get your own poems/photos/art/whatevers in: August 15!!


David Humphreys Memorials:

•••Thursday (8/7), 2 PM: A celebration of David Humphrey's life will be held at St. Anne's Episcopal Church, 1020 W. Lincoln Road, Stockton. Later this fall, a reading will be held to celebrate his work and the work of many of the poets he published.

In addition, Brad Buchanan writes: We're actually going to publish David's last poem in the next issue of The Tule Review (which we're going to dedicate to David), and we're looking for people to write poems or short pieces about David as a sort of tribute. No immediate time frame, but the sooner the better. Send them to buchanan@saclink.csus.edu or Lydia Fox at lkfox@pacific.edu.


Gouirand workshop this fall:

Rae Gouirand writes: My Creative Nonfiction workshop this fall meets on Sunday nights, and rotates between the homes of various participants in Davis (which has proven to be a really comfortable arrangement). This workshop will continue to be a dynamic, high-intelligence community of writers—the focus is on fostering new work and gathering thoughtful feedback from a supportive, invested workshop. We will meet all fall, from September 14–December 21 (skipping Thanksgiving weekend), from 7-9 PM. The course fee of $200 will include some reading materials, and there will be a couple of additional books to buy (information will follow about the titles and where you can possibly find them used)—probably one or two full-length works and an anthology. Participants present new work for group discussion every few weeks, and exercises inspired by the weekly readings provide constant opportunities for exploration and creative development.

The interest in this workshop now far exceeds the number of spaces I can offer. Beginning this fall, the enrollment for this workshop will be capped to control group size and focus. Please register ASAP if you know you want to join us. Your spot in the group is not guaranteed until I have confirmed your registration, but once your registration is confirmed, the class fee will be due and your spot will be considered filled. Please note that if you decide to cancel your registration after you've paid the class fee, a refund will be issued only if I can find a suitable group member to fill your spot. I've decided on this policy to help minimize the number of writers who are turned away from this workshop for whom spots open up too late (following late cancellations). I hope that this policy will stabilize the entire registration process.

To register, email me, Rae Gouirand (rgouirand@gmail.com), and include your name, home address (if you live in Davis and may potentially host), email, phone number, and a note about whether you can host one or more meetings. (This requires nothing more than some spots to sit and perhaps the use of some mugs: we'll work out details about dates, etc., after registrations are confirmed.) If you're a new registrant, please also include a short paragraph about your writing goals (or current projects) and why you're interested in joining the workshop. I may ask to see a writing sample or have some additional questions to ask—none of them intimidating—just so I can get a sense of what you'd add to the group. (Please note that for the next month I will be in residence at the Vermont Studio Center and checking email only intermittently. I'll begin confirming registrations later in the month. If you have additional questions, please let me know.)


Seed of the Week:




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Margaret Ellis Hill sends us two responses to Seeds of the Week from the past; one is another sex poem, and one is a "found" poem from last week, this one based on coupons. Thanks, Peggy! Peggy's work also regularly appears in Rattlesnake Review.


A MATTER OF PHYSICS
—Margaret Ellis Hill, Wilton

The phenomenon of resonant frequency
can be explained using a crystal wine glass
resting on a sponge-like base.
I notice the humming when
a wet finger circles the rim.
The clear tone indicates the starting
off on a new journey. (Watch
tea vibrate in a china cup.)
In sympathetic excitement
the sound intensifies.
When the measured pitch becomes more
than the amplitude of vibration,
an explosion occurs. This demonstration
makes perfect sense.

__________________

ENDLESS COUPON MADNESS, or SIDE BY SIDE
—Margaret Ellis Hill

(a found poem)

Cold weather ensembles
Magic stud setting tool

flat fold colander
clever clasps

The Bruce Lee Kung Fu Legend DVD’s
musical moments

CDs for babies
hummingbird calendars

Austrian crystal stretch bracelets
Insta dip

Tiny peanut butter candies
gas pump replicas

Skin cremes
old Cowboy movies

Unisex down slippers
7 in 1 Casino games palm player

Genuine fleece running horses blanket
spinning shower brushes

deviled egg holder
door draft guards

Healing Powers of garlic, vinegar and oil
tractor clock

Elvis magnets
advanced sexual techniques video

A telescopic multipurpose duster
Penny collection

suede cases for thirty-six credit cards
gorilla tape

Wolf portraits
die cast scale model Shelby cars

musical teapots
enzymatic drain cleaner

The Vidalia Chop Wizard
toilet cleaning systems

wrist blood pressure taker
set of colorized quarters

CDs of most loved hymns
Betty Boop playing cards

Book of Church chuckles
ceramic hurricane candle holders

A motorized coin bank
cat pins with genuine stone eyes

Mouse salt and pepper shakers
military wall clocks

Book of Uncommon cures
scratch remover

waterfall soap savers
lingerie mesh bags

Long-handled angled scissors
large print dictionary

LED lit, magnifying eyebrow tweezers
grease bullets—

each item for $4.99
four monthly installments—plus

the million dollar prize winning ticket bonus
guaranteed.

_________________

Today's LittleNip:

The most essential gift for a good writer is a built-in shockproof shit-detector.

—Ernest Hemingway

_________________

—Medusa


SnakeWatch: What's Up With Rattlesnake Press

The Snake will be snoozing through July and August, leaving Medusa to carry on alone. Then on September 10, we shall burst back onto the scene with Thirteen Poems, a new chapbook from Patrick Grizzell; #2 in Katy Brown's series of blank journals (Musings2: Vices, Virtues and Obsessions); a littlesnake broadside (Wind Physics) from Jordan Reynolds; plus Issue #19 of Rattlesnake Review (deadline is August 15). Meanwhile, look in on Medusa every day, and, for heaven's sake, keep sending stuff! The snakes of Medusa are always hungry...


Medusa's Weekly Menu:


(Contributors are welcome to cook up something for any and all of these!)


Monday: Weekly NorCal poetry calendar

Tuesday:
Seed of the Week: Tuesday is Medusa's day to post poetry triggers such as quotes, forms, photos, memories, jokes—whatever might tickle somebody's muse. Pick up the gauntlet and send in your poetic results; and don't be shy about sending in your own triggers, too! All poems will be posted and a few of them will go into Medusa's Corner of each Rattlesnake Review. Send your work to kathykieth@hotmail.com or P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726. No deadline for SOW; respond today, tomorrow, or whenever the muse arrives. (Print 'em out, maybe, save 'em for a dry spell?) When you send us work, though, just let us know which "seed" it was that inspired you.

Wednesday (sometimes): HandyStuff Quickies: Resources for the poet, including whatever helps ease the pain of writing and/or publishing: favorite journals to read and/or submit to; books, etc., about writing; organizational tools—you know—HandyStuff! Tell us about your favorite tools.

Thursday: B.L.'s Drive-Bys: Micro-reviews by our irreverent Reviewer-in-Residence, B.L. Kennedy.
Send books, CDs, DVDs, etc. to him for possible review (either as a Drive-By or in future issues of Rattlesnake Review) at P.O. Box 160664, Sacramento, CA 95816.

Friday: NorCal weekend poetry calendar

Daily (except Sunday): LittleNips: SnakeFood for the Poetic Soul: Daily munchables for poetic thought, including short paragraphs, quotes, wonky words, silliness, little-known poetry/poet facts, and other inspiration—yet another way to feed our ravenous poetic souls.

And poetry! Every day, poetry from writers near and far! The Snakes of Medusa are always hungry.......!

_________________

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events, to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.) Medusa cannot vouch for the moral fiber of other publications, contests, etc. that she lists, however, so submit to them at your own risk. For more info about the Snake Empire, including guidelines for submitting to or obtaining our publications, click on the link to the right of this column: Rattlesnake Press (rattlesnakepress.com). And be sure to sign up for Snakebytes, our monthly e-newsletter that will keep you up-to-date on all our ophidian chicanery.

Monday, August 04, 2008

The Sound of the Sand


Jordan Reynolds


THE CRICKET AND INDIAN POETRY
—Jordan Reynolds, Carmichael

Reading Indian poetry,
a cricket chirps non-stop
in the garage. I think it
must be hidden between
the shovels and the garden
rakes, or perhaps has found
the niche between the cans of
Arizona Iced Tea, and bottles
of geyser-fresh drinking water.

Tamil is the old language,
and I think this cricket knows
the sound of the sand, and what
the night writes across a cool
Indian stream. I think this cricket
has been carried in the delicate
folds of a sari, or dripped out
from the secret creases in a veil,
lifted gently by the moon
and tossed, shamelessly, to the dust.

I sit and listen at the garage door,
my ear pressed to the cool metal,
and I wonder about the cricket
in there, about the poetry that he’s
sending to the walls, and to the
tiny laundry room where I’ve
curled up. I think he knows he has
an audience, I think when he stops
chirping he expects me to filter
slowly out so he can rest, I think
he hopes for a new ear, somebody
across the street trying to sleep.

I know this cricket so much better
then the criticism on the printed
page discarded between the cushions
of the couch. I know this shiny, black
pundit. I know, as I stand up,
knees crackling, that I dare not open
the door, for fear of disturbing
the meditations of those first sounds,
the grooved-over syllables graded
and pressed for worth, the trailing
off of the voice like the veils
and veils rushing gently to the floor,
cricket-sounding the soft skin
of a woman somewhere across
the waters of the earth, stepping
lightly into bed, yielding to her husband,
and all the crickets within her
chiming softly, leaving her clothes
for better warmth, swelling,
ever so lightly, inside her mouth.

__________________

Thanks, Jordan! Jordan Reynolds' work has appeared most recently in Louis Liard Magazine, Suisun Valley Review, Poetry Now, Poetry Midwest, hardpan, The Tule Review, The League of Laboring Poets, Prairie Margins, and Sacramento News & Review; in addition, his criticism can be found on The Great American Pinup. Watch for a littlesnake broadside of Jordan's poetry to be released by Rattlesnake Press on September 10 at The Book Collector.


WHEN IT RAINS IN MAY
—Jordan Reynolds

If there is rain at all,
I think you might realize an inherent damp,
and it’s true that rain falls in oblique angles
if it falls in geometries.

From the cloud to the sky
is certainly a line of sorts,
something so vast, its breadth is altogether
immeasurable. Angels, I think, climb
in the shadows
of things like rain

and things, too, like we often see before it.

__________________

This week's Sacramento Bee contest:

Sacramento Bee poet-in-residence Carlos Alcala exhorts us to send our poems about overproduction in home gardens to calcala@sacbee.com by this Tuesday—that's tomorrow—(include your name and city); they'll print a few of the ones they receive in the upcoming Home & Garden section.


Also this week in NorCal poetry:

•••Tonight (Monday, 8/4), 7:30 PM: Sacramento Poetry Center presents Mary Mackey and Brad Henderson at HQ for the Arts, 1719 25th St., Sacramento. [See last Friday's post for bios.]

Coming to SPC next Monday (8/11): Brad Buchanan and Wendy Carlisle.

•••Tuesday (8/5), 9 PM (and again on Thursday, Aug. 7 at 5 AM): The Moore Time for Poetry Television Show features Los Angeles Poet Judah 1, comedian Corey Crenshaw and R & B vocalist Remy. The show airs on Comcast Cable Ch. 17, or view it at www.accesssacramento.org (click on the BIG "Watch Channel 17" button).

•••Wednesday (8/6), 9 PM: Poetry Night at Bistro 33 welcomes Rattlechapper James Lee Jobe, the local poet, poetry activist, and radio personality. Jobe will be the featured reader in Bistro 33's Banquet Room at 226 F St. in Davis. An open mic will follow Jobe's performance. A dynamic and engaging performer of his work, James Lee Jobe is a widely published and deeply respected poet who has long promoted budding poets in the Sacramento Valley. Jobe's work has appeared in Manzanita, Tule Review, Pearl, Rattlesnake Review, and many other periodicals. His poems are also chosen to be included in the Sacramento Anthology: One Hundred Poems; Jewel Of The Valley: A California Anthology; and How To Be This Man: The Walter Pavlich Memorial Anthology. From 1994-1999 Jobe was the editor and publisher of One Dog Press, a poetry monthly. He also edited the quarterly, Clan Of The Dog. Jobe has four chapbooks published; the most recent is What God Said When She Finally Answered Me, from Rattlesnake Press. He lives in Davis with his wife and children, and produces radio commercials in Sacramento.

Poetry Night at Bistro 33 takes place every first and third Wednesday of the month at 226 F Street in Davis. The featured readers begin at 9 PM and are followed by an open mic where local poets, musicians and performance artists share their work. All Poetry Night events are free of charge, and those who are new to performed poetry are especially encouraged to attend. UC Davis faculty Brad Henderson and Andy Jones are the hosts. To find out more about this reading series, visit the "Poetry in Davis" group on Facebook.com.

•••Thursday (8/7), 8 PM: Poetry Unplugged at Luna's Cafe, 1414 16th St., Sacramento. Open mic before/after. Info: 441-3931 or www.lunascafe.com. Free.

•••Saturday (8/9), 2-4 PM: Culture Collection Poetry Series features Nicole Dominque and Yolanda Stevenson at 6391 Riverside Blvd. in Greenhaven (Sacramento). Free!

•••Sunday (8/10), 3-5 PM: Please join us as we show our appreciation for your support of Wild Mountain Books on Main Street in Placerville, and welcome, with a toast, the new owners of Raven's Tale Books: Vicky & John. Live music & refreshments!

___________________

FIGURING HOW THEY FLY
—Jordan Reynolds

Bees flit in the bell jar
sucked tight to the table.
They sing the glass
with their line-thin wings,
holding their whole heft
aloft.

No one questions the hermit
hiking to the cliff,
the horse in tow,
butcher paper flaps
and wooden dowels
framed for flight,
sketched a hundred times
into chalk and real numbers.

The ratio of the whinny
to the fall,
the man’s wildly unnatural flapping,
the hard curse
of dust and bone.

There is grace
in the suffocation
of the bee on its dew,
its suicidal strike—
a tiny martyrdom.

But this man and horse,
a sign of failed logic
and human pomp,
with their bodies still
in their natural forms,
looking thirsty, and having nothing
to show for their history
of flight,
for what was a sweetness
more automatic
than free.

___________________

The sex poems continue to roll in to the Kitchen; this is clearly a topic that inspires our local poets. Here are two from Jordan (speaking of bees):


CLOYED
—Jordan Reynolds

A tight beige, the spot
in bed

Your whole heft cradled
against me, a pit of suffocate dew
at fulcrum on my lips
Stealing Honey

*

boy on his knees
head-deep in the hive
bees' jackets jiggling against his tongue

globs of golden sweet honey
bombard the grass
crystallize in the corners of his mouth
on the wet loaves of his tongue

I think I'm in heaven!
I think I'm in heaven!

**

he left the hive pulsing
gaping combs exposed
with ages of bees dribbling
passed out in the red dirt
twitching with candied wings

wiping his hand with the back of his arm
his hair sticky and thick
he let the blood flow through him
back to his legs
away from him
as he watched the hive collapse
exhale
burrow itself slowly into dew
a tongue folded gently into earth

___________________

DAEDELUS TO HIS WIFE
—Jordan Reynolds

Friendship is love without wings.
—French proverb


The wings are sex.
The downward facing dog.
Like flying into the earth.
Each thrust sending her.
Up to the ceiling.
Through it.

The wings are the embrace.
Of lovers feathered together.
Wings wrapped around nakedness.
To cover.
To warm.
Bodies shivered.

The wings are wax.
Improved and infused.
Some sort of metal.
Super-heated.
And forged.

The wings are bone.
Showing what will come.
With time flying.
Wrapped tarp tatters.
Hung on that thinned frame.
For now.
Unearthed.

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And it's a good thing that our poets are inspired, seeing as how the next Rattlesnake Review deadline looms (August 15). Submitting is a b****, though, yes? Always the risk of rejection...


Today's LittleNips:

Be persistent. Editors change; tastes change; editorial markets change. Too many beginnings writers give up too easily. —John Jakes

Manuscript: something submitted at haste and returned at leisure. —Oliver Herford

A good many young writers make the mistake of enclosing a stamped, self-addressed envelope, big enough for the manuscript to come back in. This is too much of a temptation for the editor. —Ring Lardner

I discovered that rejections are not altogether a bad thing. They teach a writer to rely on his own judgment and to say in his heart of hearts, "To hell with you." —Saul Bellow

__________________

—Medusa


SnakeWatch: What's Up With Rattlesnake Press

The Snake will be snoozing through July and August, leaving Medusa to carry on alone. Then on September 10, we shall burst back onto the scene with Thirteen Poems, a new chapbook from Patrick Grizzell; #2 in Katy Brown's series of blank journals (Musings2: Vices, Virtues and Obsessions); a littlesnake broadside from Jordan Reynolds; plus Issue #19 of Rattlesnake Review (deadline is August 15). Meanwhile, look in on Medusa every day, and, for heaven's sake, keep sending stuff! The snakes of Medusa are always hungry...


Medusa's Weekly Menu:


(Contributors are welcome to cook up something for any and all of these!)


Monday: Weekly NorCal poetry calendar

Tuesday:
Seed of the Week: Tuesday is Medusa's day to post poetry triggers such as quotes, forms, photos, memories, jokes—whatever might tickle somebody's muse. Pick up the gauntlet and send in your poetic results; and don't be shy about sending in your own triggers, too! All poems will be posted and a few of them will go into Medusa's Corner of each Rattlesnake Review. Send your work to kathykieth@hotmail.com or P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726. No deadline for SOW; respond today, tomorrow, or whenever the muse arrives. (Print 'em out, maybe, save 'em for a dry spell?) When you send us work, though, just let us know which "seed" it was that inspired you.

Wednesday (sometimes): HandyStuff Quickies: Resources for the poet, including whatever helps ease the pain of writing and/or publishing: favorite journals to read and/or submit to; books, etc., about writing; organizational tools—you know—HandyStuff! Tell us about your favorite tools.

Thursday: B.L.'s Drive-Bys: Micro-reviews by our irreverent Reviewer-in-Residence, B.L. Kennedy.
Send books, CDs, DVDs, etc. to him for possible review (either as a Drive-By or in future issues of Rattlesnake Review) at P.O. Box 160664, Sacramento, CA 95816.

Friday: NorCal weekend poetry calendar

Daily (except Sunday): LittleNips: SnakeFood for the Poetic Soul: Daily munchables for poetic thought, including short paragraphs, quotes, wonky words, silliness, little-known poetry/poet facts, and other inspiration—yet another way to feed our ravenous poetic souls.

And poetry! Every day, poetry from writers near and far! The Snakes of Medusa are always hungry.......!

_________________

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events, to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.) Medusa cannot vouch for the moral fiber of other publications, contests, etc. that she lists, however, so submit to them at your own risk. For more info about the Snake Empire, including guidelines for submitting to or obtaining our publications, click on the link to the right of this column: Rattlesnake Press (rattlesnakepress.com). And be sure to sign up for Snakebytes, our monthly e-newsletter that will keep you up-to-date on all our ophidian chicanery.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Is Your Caravan Lost?



SOMEONE UNTIED YOUR CAMEL
—Hafiz

I cannot sit stil with my countrymen in chains.
I cannot act mute
Hearing the world's loneliness
Crying near the Beloved's heart.

My love for God is such
That I could dance with Him tonight without you.
But I would rather have you there.

Is your caravan lost?

It is,
If you no longer weep from gratitude or happiness,
Or weep
From being cut deep with the awareness
Of the extraordinary beauty
That emanates from the most simple act
And common object.

My dear, is your caravan lost?

It is if you can no longer be kind to yourself
And loving to those who must live
With the sometimes difficult task of loving you.

At least come to know
That someone untied your camel last night
For I hear its gentle voice
Calling for God in the desert.

At least come to know
That Hafiz will always hold a lantern
With galaxies blooming inside
And that

I will always guide your soul to
The divine warmth and exhilaration
Of our Beloved's
Tent.

____________________

—Medusa

Friday, August 01, 2008

Finding Our Way Home


Joe
—Kasey Rae, Canyon Country, CA



(Technically, this was Friday's post, but due to blogspot.com's technical difficulties, it didn't get posted until near midnight on Friday. So let's call it Saturday's child...)


BLACK NOSE

—Tom Goff, Carmichael

O black nose, glistening, you fertile island
grassed over with short white fur, aswim
in beagle copper. I need only the sweet heat
from your near nostrils, the brush of long
sprouts and shoots of whisker we never
reckon among the lineaments of the dog,
to wake, lapped, as they say, in love, under
tongue. Soon I will rise and gaze
into the wellwater drink of the eyes of you, friend,
see, in slow focus, far, the long-may-we-wave
of your white-tip tail, knowing my Skaidra,
remembering my Cookie (what a shock,
to read in an Anne Stevenson poem,
the words of a character mourning her
Cookie: “I have not slept for weeping:
only a dog!”). But, in the twilight pre-day,
the black nose, the black nose of a dog,
you my dog, sniffing and chuffing, your olfactory:
remarkable, matter-of-factly.

__________________

Thanks, Kasey! Kasey Rae is another voice who used to live in Sacramento that we haven't heard from before. Watch for more from Kasey in the coming days.

And thanks, Tom Goff, for the response to a recent "Nose" Seed of the Week, plus this wonderful tribute to David Humphreys:


FOR DAVID HUMPHREYS
—Tom Goff

We had such visions; we were poets, whos
and whatnots of a smaller than moving van
stuffed with verse furniture, shredded ottomans,
warped footstools to our evil empire, were refuse,

our seldom and few battalions. But this ruse
was cellophane. Our conceptions baby grand
and piano, but of substance to unhand
the ruthless from their weapons, if we chose,

and you were directly in the vanward spearpoint,
issuing books and chapbooks, broadside bolos
of wicked and razor elegance; your word-moves

were Zorro-y feints and thrusts, aimed as behooves
a shadowy-hatted soul, grand caballero,
swordsman who skewered fierce chakras at the fear-point.

___________________

This weekend in NorCal poetry:

•••Saturday (8/2), 11 AM: Los Escritores del Nuevo Sol monthly potluck and writing workshop at La Raza Galeria Posada, 1024 – 22nd St., Sacramento. For information about Escritores del Nuevo Sol, established in 1993, contact Graciela B. Ramirez, 916-456-5323, or see the website: http://escritoresdelnuevosol.com/. Los Escritores is for those who want a support group for their writing practice and who appreciate Chicano/Latino/Native American culture and arts.


•••Monday (8/4), 7:30 PM: Sacramento Poetry Center presents Mary Mackey and Brad Henderson at HQ for the Arts, 1719 25th St., Sacramento. Mary Mackey was born and raised in Indianapolis, Indiana, and is related through her father's family to Mark Twain. She graduated magna cum laude from Harvard and received her Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from the University of Michigan. During the early 1970s she lived in the rain forests of Costa Rica. From 1989 to 1992 she served of Chair of PEN American Center, West. Currently, she is a professor of English and Writer in Residence at California State University, Sacramento. Her published works include 11 novels and 5 books of poetry and have sold over a million and a half copies. They have been translated into eleven foreign languages including Japanese, Hebrew, and Finnish. While her poetry has mainly centered around the traditional lyric themes of love, death, and nature, her novels have ranged from the Midwestern United States to Neolithic Europe, from comedy to tragedy. A screenwriter as well as a novelist, she has sold feature scripts to Warner Brothers as well as to various independent film companies. John Korty directed the filming of her original screenplay, Silence, which starred the late Will Geer and which won several awards. She has lectured at many places including Harvard and the Smithsonian. Additionally, she has contributed to such diverse print and on-line publications as The Chiron Review, Redbook, and Salon. She also writes comedy under the pen name "Kate Clemens". Her latest collection of poems is entitled Breaking the Fever from Marsh Hawk Press. [See also B.L. Kennedy's Conversations, Vol. 1 from Rattlesnake Press for an interview of Mary Mackey.]

Brad Henderson/Beau Hamel is a veteran neo-cowboy poet who teaches in the university writing program at UC Davis. As Beau Hamel he is the great-great-grandson of Henry "Hartman" Hamel, one of California's premier pioneer cattlemen. Beau grew up riding horses, herding cattle, and bucking hay on ranches in the Sacramento and Modoc valleys. His first book, Drums: A Novel achieved brief notoriety among rock music aficionados and also an endorsement from Guns N' Roses drummer Matt Sorum. He is also co-author of a collection of poems, Split Stock (John Natsoulas Press 2006), with Andy Jones, and they also co-host the Bistro 33 reading series in Davis. His poems, stories, and essays have appeared in a variety of journals and magazines including Squaw Valley Review, Dominion Review, the Southern California Anthology, Hayden's Ferry Review, California Quarterly, the Great American Pinup (online), and others.

Coming to SPC on Monday, August 11: Brad Buchanan and Wendy Carlisle.

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B.L.'s Drive-Bys: A Micro-Review by B.L. Kennedy

Lilies Without
By Laura Kasischke
93pp trade-paper, $14
Ausable Press
1026 Hurricane Road,
Keene, NY 12942

I just fell in love with the verse of Laura Kasischke. Her book, Lilies Without, Is one of the finest collections of poetry that I have had the opportunity to drown myself in during the past year. Here is a book where grace, horror, beauty and carnage co-exist. Laura Kasischke is the author of six previous collections of poetry, and if those collections come anywhere near the intense beauty that is displayed in these pages, then we are talking a major voice in the world of American verse. Check out the work of this fine poet and let her words cover your body with their plainspoken and lyrical comfort. It'll be a wise choice.

—B.L. Kennedy, Reviewer-in-Residence


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This week's Sacramento Bee Contest:

Sacramento Bee poet-in-residence Carlos Alcala exhorts us to send our poems about overproduction in home gardens to calcala@sacbee.com by Tuesday (include your name and city), and they'll print a few of them in the upcoming Home & Garden section.

__________________

Finally, it behooves us to warn you that today is August 2, and the next deadline for submissions to Rattlesnake Review is August 15, a mere 14 days away! Send 3-5 poems, plus artwork, photographs, cartoons, cogent quotes—whatever you think might be of interest to poets everywhere—to kathykieth@hotmail.com or P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726. No cover letters or bios needed, but no simultaneous submissions or previously published work, please. RR #19 will be out in mid-September.

Taylor Graham is one of our regular columnists and regular contributors; here are three beautiful poems from her. Thanks, TG! (The first, a Ghazal, was a response to Joyce Odam's column in the last Rattlesnake Review.)


MUSIC GHAZAL
—Taylor Graham, Somerset

From the back of a pickup truck
they’re selling a lifetime of old LPs.

Flipping through tattered albums,
a man finds his childhood tune.

Mockingbird in the mulberry,
flutter of leaves, a stuck record.

Beethoven must have kept his music
in the shells of deaf ears.

A daughter outgrows the shoes
she danced in, last July.

The man considers Piaf, her face
on the jacket white against black.

Yesterday we let fly our music.
The air is full of arias and fugues.

What does a melody do
when we’ve forgotten the words?

These long summer evenings, father
and daughter, a parenting of song.

Tonight one star will set its needle
to vinyl above the full moon.

__________________

RANDOM PARTICLE MOTION
—Taylor Graham

Is that my dog outside the window,
rummaging wild after a trace of squirrel?
Or, in the dim-before-light, is it
something left over from last night’s
dream? Or just my old eyes
playing tricks again?

How scent drifts, this early morning,
in mists and steam as the sun
peers through pines, igniting a leaf here,
a pebble there. My young dog
runs, nose-to-ground,
all four legs

as if in different directions
to catch the sift of particles
he pieces, one molecule at a time,
each with its microscopic
story. He races
to gather them all

before they dissipate
like dream, a mist of morning,
waves of light that strike
enigmatically
the retina of an aging
eye.

____________________

A DARKER SHADE
—Taylor Graham

She comes on mosquito whine
disguising her voice.

It’s sunset.
I stand atop ceremonial granite
carved with snakes and suns,
listening for Miwok words
I wouldn’t understand.
Below, on the slope of canyon
coolness drains into bedrock-
mortars as twilight
passes purple into dark.
Where are the ghosts of cougar,
fox and bear?

Suppose some child-spirit
gave throat to a howl,
would I say it was coyote?
I stand so long, I’m lost
in darkness.
Is this her spirit
come to stand beside me,
help me safely
off the stone? She lets
me find my own way
home.

___________________

Today's LittleNip:

What doesn't kill you makes you strong.
—Friedrich Nietzsche

Nietzsche was stupid and abnormal.
—Leo Tolstoy

__________________

—Medusa


SnakeWatch: What's Up With Rattlesnake Press

The Snake will be snoozing through July and August, leaving Medusa to carry on alone. Then on September 10, we shall burst back onto the scene with Thirteen Poems, a new chapbook from Patrick Grizzell; #2 in Katy Brown's series of blank journals (Musings2: Vices, Virtues and Obsessions); plus Issue #19 of Rattlesnake Review (deadline is August 15). Meanwhile, look in on Medusa every day, and, for heaven's sake, keep sending stuff! The snakes of Medusa are always hungry...


Medusa's Weekly Menu:


(Contributors are welcome to cook up something for any and all of these!)


Monday: Weekly NorCal poetry calendar

Tuesday:
Seed of the Week: Tuesday is Medusa's day to post poetry triggers such as quotes, forms, photos, memories, jokes—whatever might tickle somebody's muse. Pick up the gauntlet and send in your poetic results; and don't be shy about sending in your own triggers, too! All poems will be posted and a few of them will go into Medusa's Corner of each Rattlesnake Review. Send your work to kathykieth@hotmail.com or P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726. No deadline for SOW; respond today, tomorrow, or whenever the muse arrives. (Print 'em out, maybe, save 'em for a dry spell?) When you send us work, though, just let us know which "seed" it was that inspired you.

Wednesday (sometimes): HandyStuff Quickies: Resources for the poet, including whatever helps ease the pain of writing and/or publishing: favorite journals to read and/or submit to; books, etc., about writing; organizational tools—you know—HandyStuff! Tell us about your favorite tools.

Thursday: B.L.'s Drive-Bys: Micro-reviews by our irreverent Reviewer-in-Residence, B.L. Kennedy.
Send books, CDs, DVDs, etc. to him for possible review (either as a Drive-By or in future issues of Rattlesnake Review) at P.O. Box 160664, Sacramento, CA 95816.

Friday: NorCal weekend poetry calendar

Daily (except Sunday): LittleNips: SnakeFood for the Poetic Soul: Daily munchables for poetic thought, including short paragraphs, quotes, wonky words, silliness, little-known poetry/poet facts, and other inspiration—yet another way to feed our ravenous poetic souls.

And poetry! Every day, poetry from writers near and far! The Snakes of Medusa are always hungry.......!

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Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events, to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.) Medusa cannot vouch for the moral fiber of other publications, contests, etc. that she lists, however, so submit to them at your own risk. For more info about the Snake Empire, including guidelines for submitting to or obtaining our publications, click on the link to the right of this column: Rattlesnake Press (rattlesnakepress.com). And be sure to sign up for Snakebytes, our monthly e-newsletter that will keep you up-to-date on all our ophidian chicanery.