From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Sep 11 08:24:39 2011 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2011 11:24:39 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] MONICA MODY Message-ID: *from* THE LOVE BOOK A flower burst in my head speaking in a fever tone. “Fever,” flower said, sobbing from the deepest gifted source. “I miss your far-fetched report.” Rainbow from deep-love singing & singing. In deep-love we
sang from a broken bowl. In deep-love our bowl misted many times over. O deep-love o deep-love you sound like a rubbed blaze. Rave, a bloodless rave, with a-nus for lips, red-tinged, tinged red until
headlights shone in its heart. Its heart sang & it reached for lungs
to laugh their way to martyrdom. A peacock ran with his wolf to the 
top of the pack. I swear my pack lay flung to the core. Lay flung to
 the side of the dazzle. Misty blue sky that fills my lungs until my
lungs breathe, until the lungs breathing fetched a love in their midst. My love spoke of so much. Hey bonnie bonnie, red ribbon pabst 
blue plunking at my heart. You called for a prayer-shaped hull and I crashed into you, head bent, legal only unto you. Tender rights intact. Tack-tacking out of my teeth, snar-gum fitting its way into my heart. My love My love: this is how you came through. Like a lap // like a wave // like a slap // like a slave: I hear water dribbling
into your head. Must it always end so in // dread? A crack of thunder
righted itself. *Monica Mody*'s work was featured in the *Boston Review *Poet's Sampler
(introduced by Joyelle McSweeney) and has also appeared in *West Wind
 Review*, *Nether*, *Cannot* *Exist*, *Compost*, *horse less review*, and
*apocryphal text*, among other journals. She is the author of a
chapbook, *Travel & Risk*, from Wheelchair Party, and has a book forthcoming in Fall 2012 from 1913 Press. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Sep 18 07:14:35 2011 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2011 10:14:35 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] JOHN STOVALL Message-ID: STUCK | couldn't get the tape off the bottom the door wedged shut from the inside, even that | couldn't shake loose in the back the drawer caught on itself wouldn't open everything was in there my shoes, my keys, my word, my dark secrets | was ready to free, light, burdens, potency, exceptions, fucking hammer, my out, my there, my analogue, my analogue's analogue, the reception, and the receiving, the deceiving was in here how many corners were there on all the surfaces forced to stay still | moved, finding a familiar place in this world of closets and rooms. *John Stovall* has a B.A. in English from the University of Georgia. He curated the Dog Ear Poetry Series, was the Editorial Assistant at *Verse*, and is currently working on a series of "poems of addiction." John currently resides in Athens, GA and is the Assistant Editor at the Public School Risk Institute. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: From realpoetik at scn9.scn.org Sun Sep 25 07:13:02 2011 From: realpoetik at scn9.scn.org (RealPoetik Magazine) Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2011 10:13:02 -0400 Subject: [Realpoetik] YVETTE JOHNSON Message-ID: *[image: yj.realpoetik.jpg] * * * * * * * Please visit the RealPoetik site to view a larger version of this poem. *Yvette Johnson* is the author of three chapbooks. Her poems can be found in the *DMQ Review*, *Glitter Pony*, *Chaparral* and *Bateau*. Work is forthcoming in *Octopus* and *Lines + Stars. *Thanks to poet Claudia Handler for the notes. -- RealPoetik www.realpoetik.org -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: -------------- next part -------------- A non-text attachment was scrubbed... Name: yj.realpoetik.jpg Type: image/jpeg Size: 2142556 bytes Desc: not available URL: