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Waterways: Poetry in The Mainstream Vol 22 No 6
Waterways: Poetry in The Mainstream Vol 22 No 6
June
Waterways: Poetry in the Mainstream, June 2001
c o n t e n t s
Will Inman 4-5 Herman Slotkin 19
Geoff Stevens 6 Ida Fasel 20-21
Joan Payne Kincaid 7 Bill Roberts 22
R. Yurman 8-9 Albert Huffstickler 23-24
David Michael Nixon 10-13 Death of Col Edward D. Baker At the Battle
of Balls Bluff near Leesburg Va. Oct. 21st
Kit Knight 14-17 1861 (Currier & Ives, 1861?)
James Penha 18 Frontispiece
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tradition sucks at our ribs - will inman
4
it is God, after all, who plants
chaos in cosmos to keep generative process
alive and that cosmos, sown,
turns fury to a lotus bloom.
yet, lotus
roots in darkest mud, so it may be
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If Love - Geoff Stevens
If love is a battle
then Walt was right,
poets that write
of romance and its gossip,
all the tittle-tattle
of she-said, he-said,
have an enduring theme.
Love is the scheme
of poetry, of immortality,
is the living memorial of the dead
6
Another Tribe Goes Poof! - Joan Payne Kincaid
7
Street in Zaragoza - R. Yurman
8
Victors Are Liars - R. Yurman
(Variation on a theme from Horst Fenske's Song of the Skinny Indian.)
9
The Famine - David Michael Nixon
The military
stood on the beaches
to keep the food
from rolling in.
10
The sand was silent,
but was shifting,
tolling the number
of the dead:
11
May We Live This Moment - David Michael Nixon
12
Wars, feuds and dissings blossom,
spreading red and blackening petals,
and even nature turns on us,
twisters scattering beams and bones.
13
The General Has Hemorrhoids, 1863 - Kit Knight
14
had gone South to fight hoped for a chance to visit
with the rebels. Our farm, our Gettysburg farm; he hoped
seven miles above the peaches would be ripe
the Mason-Dixon line, then, and would I please
became part of a spy make him a pie. Grandpa
network. Food, medicines picked up a bucket saying
and notes on troop strengths he'd get some water, then
got through the lines in casually added
our wagons. Once, I carried he'd heard Stoneman led
a coded message rolled up an additional 2,000 men
in my hair. My brother since the Federal defeat at
also served in Lee's army Chancellorsville. Grandpa
and he said the men observed, "The general,
were marching north and he don't rest easy
planning to invade in the saddle." I said,
Pennsylvania. Brother Billy "I'm glad the Yankee has piles."
15
The Bugs Love Him: 1864 - Kit Knight
17
The Dying Slave to Michelangelo - James Penha
18
D-Day Newsreel - Herman Slotkin
19
He - Ida Fasel
Who lost/ What you lost goes nowhere
— Nietzsche, Vereinsamt
Round the
1. Election Day
clock, round the world
Sieg Heil! people still pick up his
Voices stretch hands arrows, old when he passed on the
to victory: Sieg Heil! poison.
New beginnings, halcyon days
horror. Even
2. Outcome
Satan himself
at the judgment wicket
When he
will find him over-qualified
stretched out his arms
for hell.
he blessed roaring thousands.
His hate made havoc of live and
let live. Note: The day was January 30, 1933
20
Vincent Van Gogh: Any Self-Portrait
Ida Fasel
'A terrible beauty is born' W.B. Yeats
within
always present,
his expectable dread
darkening the thousand skies of
turquoise.
21
Terrorist - Bill Roberts not a pleasant prospect in combination
My palms were sweating again with his menacing, pockmarked face —
when I met Pete some forty years later. and the scars from various invasions
I used to sweat all over back then of his brain coursed wildly
when we were in school and he, over his yellowish skull.
an ugly bully, He slammed down the receiver,
was my one and only reason after eyeing me through the several minutes
for being late so often mornings: of his vituperative conversation,
I didn't want to confront him stood, lurched toward me,
and go through the humiliating ritual grabbed my hand and shook it nearly off.
of being grabbed by my shirt front We spoke of old times,
and shaken down, even joked about the money I had contributed
having to expose the contents to the purchase of his business.
of my pockets and lunchbag. We spoke as friends —
The years hadn't been overly kind he not apologizing for his teenaged terrorism,
to Pete, though his flower business, me not mentioning I knew he was dying.
I'd heard, had made him wealthy: Published in The Raintown Review, Vol. 1, No. 2,
he was entirely bald — June 1998 (as Bartlett Boswell)
22
The Old Indian Said - Albert Huffstickler
23
Down There where death and birth It's not a place that
Albert Huffstickler have the same meaning you go to for love but
and magic is the rule a place, to find love.
It's not charted down of the day. It's not You must have been to
there. You can go down a place you come to and returned. It's
to the same place a understand but a place not a place where you
dozen times and nothing where you go to have go to find the goddess
will be the same. It's our understanding but if you do find her
not a place you learn destroyed. It's a there, she'll devour
but a place you endure. place where a hero is you. It's the place
It's not a place you someone who emerges where a hunchbacked
conquer but a place sane and goes on with dragon mated with a
you enter to be changed what he is doing — dying star which eons
and leave not knowing though there are dark later gave birth to
if you've changed or spots in his eyes that you.
not. It's a place were not there before. From Crimson Leer 2nd issue
1996, Fabius NY
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