Poetry Review: A Burning Lake of Paper Suns by Ellen Webre I move as deer, as jackrabbit in hawkflight, A red-breasted bird, a bonfire of oak and holly. I harness the sky with a cinnamon broom. I sweep away the blighted root, the sorrow choke. I make a speech of suppertime, bring milk and …
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Fifteen It was noon and 110 degrees when he picked me up near scrub oak fields sloping down to Lake Parker’s swamps, Nicholas, the Italian kid at our high school who played guitar in a band and who’d gripped me so tightly last night while we slow danced at a porch party his breath on …
I don’t often feel compelled to write book reviews. I get my share of offers and requests – from writers looking for a (hopefully) friendly face to help them push their book, or from publishers who are also looking for someone to help them spread the word. I bet it’s been ten years or more …
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Florida—not the tourist’s Florida of palm-lined beaches and theme parks, but a rural landscape of hot rain, rolling thunder, and riotous plants and animals, both gorgeous and grotesque—is the great subject of Eileen “Mish” Murphy’s first full-length poetry collection, Fortune Written on Wet Grass. Murphy grew up in west Florida and lives there now, teaching …
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I Wish Grandma, I wish we could sit down at your Formica table in your kitchen in Tampa and eat grapes and drink Cokes from the bottle to keep cool. You always slipped me a few bucks because you knew money escaped me, but you didn’t mind the way I was. I wish I …
There is no sun. The sun left long ago when times got tough and people got greedy and ate the sun. Now there’s only gray light. (“Precognition”) “May you live in interesting times.” (expression incorrectly attributed to an ancient Chinese curse) Nothing tastes and smells better than French coffee. The flavor of French …
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[He’s] an artist / [He] don’t look back (Bob Dylan, “She Belongs to Me”) I am not wilder than love nor than kisses not wilder than wine not wild days not wilder than the trees nor the storms in the trees the broken branches the broken roots the falling leaves….. why this axis? why this …
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John Yamrus is the author of 25 books of poetry, two novels, a children’s book, and two memoirs, the highly acclaimed MemoryLane and the just-published RMA. I caught up with him recently through the miracle of technology. Here are the juicy bits of our conversation: Eileen Murphy (EM): You wrote your first memoir, Memory Lane, last year, recalling your …
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