From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Wed Dec 12 13:19:59 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2007 16:19:59 -0500 Subject: [Realpoetik] Danica Colic Message-ID: <86a3fe410712121319k3734759bre9886f06d01095fd@mail.gmail.com> BACKWARDS Brick to dust, ore again to its hollow veins, glass to sand The trees again, and the birds backwards to roost The thrilled grasshoppers in pelts of grass Here are the rivers thrashing with fish, floodwater brimming, oh mineral, oh disease Buffalo and weather Thickening weather, the ocean thick as oil The sun cutting, beckoning come to me The earth calling to itself, all the stars calling to each other, again again Everything unbuckles: water, grain virus Oh my heart, all the made is unmade and gallops to the center— the only place left; every other place is erasure, every other place is particle— which is home Isn't this sex Isn't this the final Glory Was I ever a name AFTER Will there be a memory of structure of tree apart or one foot in front of the other a flock of birds dividing a bird then a bird's eye watching another a feather the rolled stem of a feather and the fan of threads along it each a different length each an each how we will miss the separate branches and the voices among the branches calling return return what will we be when there is no we only the singular element what will It be without longing without the arched feathers of the throat which seeks another Danica Colic teaches at Hunter College, where she also received her MFA degree. Her poems have recently appeared in Terrain.org, and are forthcoming in Arts & Letters and Pebble Lake Review. ~ Frequent www.realpoetik.blogspot.com for poems; www.realpoetikblog.blogspot.com for news! From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Dec 23 12:16:28 2007 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2007 15:16:28 -0500 Subject: [Realpoetik] Jenna Cardinale Message-ID: <86a3fe410712231216g222af122xb07e6a4ee0dc8949@mail.gmail.com> *An Un-Encouraging Icon * My baby was not born while I was at war or when I returned. There's *love*. I learned the women use one fewer consonants than the men do. There's also *lover*. There's not much I can say about this layer cake of knowing. I'm eighty. I'm eighty, and I was a roller skater. Sugar. I still have all my teeth. *The Hope That Life Would Return * The possibilities of every life Build a culture of life A culture that values every life No human life should be started Assassins took the life In the hope of an easier life For each life saved The loss of innocent life The matchless value of every life The dignity of every life The richness of life Succeed in life The path ahead should lead to a better life We will improve our quality of life We are grateful for the good life A life of personal responsibility is a life of fulfillment Our job is to make life better Schools can teach this fact of life Children succeed in life Get involved in the life of a child Taking on gang life The knowledge and character they need in life Change a life forever The rest of your lifetime Extend life for many years People receiving life-saving drugs Life-extending drugs Eventually come back to life Self-appointed rulers control every aspect of every life The United States is a partner for a better life Life since 9/11 has never been the same A special place in our country's life The shadows of American life Human life is never bought Human life is a gift from our creator The loving god behind all of life. *Text from State of the Union addresses, 2001 – 2007 * *Jenna Cardinale* is the author of *Journals*, a chapbook from Whole Coconut. Her poems have appeared in number small-press journals, including *6x6, Court Green,* and *Foursquare*. Big Game Books has just published a "tinyside" of her poem, "Four Hands." She lives in New York. ~ Frequent www.realpoetik.blogspot.com for poems; www.realpoetikblog.blogspot.com for news! -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: