future driven
when paint flies
off the canvas
and words
depart the text
trees will fall
icons
of histrionic lies
uprooted
by sucklings
intent
on becoming
power tools
monsters cry
in secret moments
of self doubt
then punish others
surely you and I
can forgive ourselves
for self pity and despair
we who have ugly little lives
but are not monsters
forensic dreams
tracks
not left in sand
drift dangerously
in still pools
of sticky flesh
catalysts
poised to spit
or spill
at the least resistance
its like forgetting
to breathe
Julie Waugh
THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS
Tree smaller this year,
Lights burned out,
Not replaced.
Garbage can only half full
The day after Christmas:
Children grown, gone.
CHRISTMAS SHOPPING
In a mammoth drugstore
Late the day before Christmas:
Disaffected teenagers
Roam smirkingly from aisle to aisle
Shopping for their “real dad”
Or perhaps mom’s new husband.
They consider deodorant and Metamucil,
Settle finally on work gloves.
Holding their fellow shoppers
In oblivious contempt,
Yet assuming somehow
That we are all amused.
A man purchases a single Christmas card,
An old woman compares two cans of cat food.
Driving home, I look inside a tavern
Where a solitary customer stands
At the darkened bar.
Further along, white paper bags,
Set out for luminaria,
Droop limply in a sudden rain.
DECEMBER 7, 2003
The post office flag is at half staff;
For a moment I can’t think why:
For us, this was my father’s birthday;
(In a child’s memory, only a radio, speaking darkly).
He would be one hundred today.
We fix Christmas wreaths for the cemetery,
Something my mother had done.
I bind greenery to metal frame
And wonder idly how much more
Twenty-gauge wire I’m apt to need.
Robert Demaree
Burlington, NC
Thank you for sending the November issue. Below are three pieces for your consideration, based on the seasonal theme.
I retired from school administration in 2001 and enjoy doing seminars and readings for school groups and others. I have had 250 poems accepted by 70 publications. Thanks for your consideration and all best wishesFRAMED IN FROST
Through May, the veranda iris bloomed
pale lavender. At last it drooped
and softened like old ladies’ cheeks.
Into summer, tall stalks lined
the path, headless but still green.
All through this year, in any weather,
you might see him sitting
at his easel, working a palette
with his brush, re-learning each new
season by its hue and texture.
Then came November, color of drift-
wood, bleaching to December snow.
Carefully he mixes pigments to prove
it’s not the end of the year. Not yet –
not faded to colorless canvas-white.
ABBEY IN AN OAK FOREST
[Caspar David Friedrich, oil on canvas]
Winter trees rise ancient
out of ground-fog,
lifting their begging
branches around a ruined
arch of light,
stained and leaded
glass that lets the sky
shine through.
NEW YEAR RESOLUTION
Snow-clouds like a muffler
wrapped about bad weather.
The sun has lost its path
through winter. Gray on gray,
so many locks, no key.
So many locks. No key
but fits. This thin one winds
a clock. Time turns in spite.
If you can feel the chill,
it proves you’re still alive.
Taylor Graham
piper@innercite.com
Richard H. Williams
On American Fiction Writers
John Steinbeck---anti-
intellectualism and
social realism.
II.
Gertrude Stein’s writing
viewed as experimental;
she was avant-garde
III.
Ernest Hemingway---
the master of precise prose
later work was thin.
IV.
Thomas Wolfe's works were
viewed by his critics to be
without discipline.
V.
F. Scott Fitzgerald;
father of roaring twenties;
author of Gatsby.
VI.
William Faulkner won
the Nobel Prize. He explored
stream-of-consciousness.
VII.
Tennessee Williams---
a poetic dramatist
who might be our best.
VIII.
For John Updike, "death"
and "sex" are the main themes; writes
novels, stories, poems
IX.
Horror and terror
reside in Stephen King's work.
Humor is there too
X
Fine storywriter---
Flannery O'Connor, from
Southern Gothic Genre
XI
Isaac Asimov
He published three hundred books
Earned a Ph.D.
XII
Bernard Malamud
Employed spare, lyric language
Coupled with humor
XIII
Joyce Carol Oates is
A writer of quite wide scope---
She is prolific!
Jacques Barzun---author
and educator. Published
scholarly studies.
II.
Maxwell Perkins--top
editor. Worked with Lardner,
Fitzgerald, and Wolfe.
III.
Fadiman was host
of TV and radio shows---
author, editor.
IV.
Cowley edited
works by Faulkner, Hemingway,
Fitzgerald, Hawthorne.
V.
H.L. Mencken---a
major journalist, writer,
editor, critic.
VI.
Henry Canby---an
editor, author, critic;
held a Ph.D.
VII.
Lionel Trilling
critic, teacher, writer. Was
enamored with Freud.
VIII.
Susan Sontag was
a writer who studied at
Oxford and Harvard.
IX.
Edmund Wilson was
important critic, writer---
wrote plays, poems, stories.
X.
Novels and essays
by Elizabeth Hardwick---
also editor.
XI.
Gilbert Seldes wrote
on the popular arts in
our America.
XII.
Van Wyck Brooks---U.S.
literary critic and
historian, too.
The End
HOLY DAYS
Untied Tastes diversely pluralistic nation
Respectful tolerant understanding amongst Christians
Jews Muslims Buddhists Hindus Sikhs
None of the above undecideds
December isn’t changing America is
Freedom of worship constitutionally guaranteed
Righting uncivil wrongs Winter Solstice
Tilted Earth farthest from Sun
12 days of Christmas solemn
Ramadan 28 Kwanzaa lasting 7
Hanukkah Menorah aglow 8 eventides
Overstuffed feasts don’t add up
Kwanzaa Swahili meaning harvest bounty
7 guiding Nguzo Saba principles
Umoja (unity) Ujima (responsibility) Imani
(faith) Kuumba (creativity) unmitigated joy
Hanukkah from Hebrew connoting dedication
Honors victorious revolt entering Jerusalem
Holy temple sanctified eternal flame
Oil lamp kindling black light
Ramadan most intensely worshipful time
Profoundly serious compassion giving charity
More about dependence than abstinence
Fasting from sunrise to sunset
Christmas Lord Jesus birthday party
Upstaged by Unsaintly Nick commercialism
Boxing Day New Year’s Eve
Praying to whatever God listens
