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Waterways: Poetry in The Mainstream Vol 22 No 1
Waterways: Poetry in The Mainstream Vol 22 No 1
January
Waterways: Poetry in the Mainstream
January 2001
c o n t e n t s
Joy Hewitt Mann 4 Joan Payne Kincaid 11-12 Gerald Zipper 21-22
Gertrude Morris 5-7 Ida Fasel 13-14 John Grey 23-24
Joanne Seltzer 8 Bill Roberts 15 Terry Thomas 25
Lyn Lifshin 9 Paul Grant 16-18 Don Winter 26
R. Yurman 10 Robert Cooperman 19-20 Albert Huffstickler 27-28
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Sax Man - Gertrude Morris
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Sleeper Awake - Gertrude Morris
And perfumes from simple herbs, or from
Essence of patchouli caravaned
They never tell you, do they children, From India. Restlessly she paced
that prince and princess do not always
the formal gardens in purple silk peignoir,
live happily ever after. You see,
whose liquifactions stirred the cockatoos
when Beauty was awakened by Florimond, imprinted there to fly like living
she gazed at him "with eyes more tender
birds, so real, one could imagine their
than a first sight of him might seem to
harsh cries behind the purling
excuse: — 'Is it you, my prince?' she said. of the doves. Her own voice, tremulous
'You have been a long while coming!'
from long disuse, now grew stronger.
At first their union was true love's paradigm.
Poor prince, dismayed by such copia
But having been too long "away," verborum, practiced patience and prayer.
she could no more content herself
But when she intruded in the business
with embroidery, or conjuring potions.
of his manorial demesne, he called
for wicked Uglyane to witch the
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Princess Beauty's winding sheet. with no memory of higher estate.
Only a shred of pity saved her. When Further charity provided him
"Ugly" magicked Beauty full awake a little land, a horse and plow,
instead, the prince was most displeased, And a squawk of chickens. He was
but knowing a hellhag's power humbly grateful, and, in time,
held his peace. Sweet Beauty he provided leeks and sorrel
held no grudge against Uglyane. for the castle kitchens, and fodder
In fact, she called her "Annie," and they for the stables. Beauty, of course,
soon became fast friends. A new name became Mistress of the Realm.
and the affection of a friend — Did he deserve his fate, you ask?
the first she ever had — was balm Only Blind Justice knows.
to a tortured spirit. Made nearly Still, even friends may live happy
beautiful by love, yet she would cast Ever after. And so children,
one last spell — upon the prince Most happily, the story ends.
himself. Thus he became a peasant,
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Morning Song - Joanne Seltzer
Do I hear
oriental music?
A bird
has brought me out of sleep
before the devil could make
his morning round.
But the song I hear
is not some wild bird
who doesn't care
if the world wakes up,
It is a prisoner
gone mad,
banging her head
against a window, thinking
she has found infinity.
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The Mourning Ribbons in Boxes of Jewelry - Lyn Lifshin
crushed in a tangle
of pearls and cameos,
the black smelling of
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I've Begun to Get Used to the Rain - R. Yurman
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Laughing Island - Joan Payne Kincaid
the loon have arrived
january's waves laughing up and down in waves
turn harbor into ocean bills pointed sky-ward
crashing on the shore they perform ghostly yodels
smashing someone's too late boat~ like cowboys breaking horses
carried away by the tide
here at Point Lookout
ice sun strikes gannets plunge in the foam
thrashing harbor foam behind a surfing seal
beating too fast a small sandpiper
light lines coil violently vies with gulls where waves wash-up
splash-battered monotony a rapid smiling bouquet
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In a Glass Restaurant II - Joan Payne Kincaid
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Rhapsody in Blue: Opening Night
Ida Fasel watchful
(New York City, February 12, 1924) for the cue to
bring the orchestra in —
inspired spontaneity
Busy at need.
elsewhere, he roused,
reminded five weeks left. A world
first the trunk, no — double trunk, in the making
classy uniquely enthralling
the listener with its brainy,
modern lyric,
and classical
brash jazz,
rhythmically combined.
musicianship
Where branches lacked, he improvised,
solid, the love affair
Whiteman
secure from the clarinet's long
sweet wail
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to the
blast of trombones, Epilogue
the tender violins.
Anxieties are mulled over, Death bought
duly his teeming brain
early with a teardrop
dismissed. pearl, but for the diamonds
Tempo and phrase was outbid.
change from ebullience
to meditative calm, stately
cadence
of close
conversation
with his keyboard. But all
his words seem to be gladly meant
for us.
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I'm dreaming someone else's dreams
Bill Roberts
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St. Dymphna's Hill - Paul Grant
The afternoon belongs to violets he just knows — again, again (the omen's
And the others lying low and looking nifty — repetition refuses to be underestimated) —
snowdrop, dandelion, wild strawberry. red-tails will rise on unseen thermals
A layer of sunshine has crept just in time out of the valley of the shadow,
up from the river to insinuate to help the violets and their kin —
itself beneath a mumble of apoplectic high-centered in the driveway's curve —
clouds rolled over the strip-mined-then- preserve him from the Big Fugue's
deserted West Virginia hills. relentlessly insane seductions.
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Cheese Dreams - Robert Cooperman
"The royal family prefers not to eat cheese in the evening. They find it gives them unpredictable
dreams." —Prince Charles, quoted in The Times of London
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The Queen does sneak Charles fumes, reaches
an occasional wedge of Brie, for the cheddar in revenge,
her elder son and heir and to hell with his dreams
warning her about the dreams that trumpet like elephants.
that will swarm like the bees
he'd laugh, to watch — as a boy —
attacking the gardeners.
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A Cup of Coffee and a Slice of That Pie - Gerald Zipper
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The Snake Killer - John Grey
It's as if he came
from many miles away
to do this thing,
to crack the back
of a long black snake
sunning on the road.
We both saw it at
the same moment
and I wished it slither away
to safety
and he begged under his breath
for it to stay there,
a long, thin unknowing target.
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He couldn't have come He must have gone
from the place we the minute we were beyond
both had come from, that writhing death scene
where a woman made for there was another
many a sign of the cross in the car beside me then,
with shirts on a line pointing out the cattle
and young girls nibbling the low hill grass,
played hopscotch fiddling with the radio
on the drive-way for that perfect country station.
while dogs danced crazily underfoot.
He must have come
from over that dark mountain,
a booming word
from his God in his ear,
a thunderous instruction
to gun the engine,
press hard down on the accelerator,
slay the beast.
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Inscription - Terry Thomas
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Silent in America - Don Winter
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