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PAT SCHNEIDER
This is a River
This is a River underground, row; row. A sideshow clown stands immobile on the shore. Row the riverboat. The door opening to the vanished fair must be up ahead somewhere. Lighted faces behind glass leer and disappear. We pass an empty boat. An eye is painted on the stern. I cry "Where did all the riders go?" No one seems to want to know. In the morning, was it fair? Was a sign, a promise there? Was there a doorway and a clown or was there only going down? Row the riverboat. The door stands immobile on the shore. Row; row. A sideshow clown. This is a River underground.


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"This is a River' first appeared in Minnesota review, then in PAT SCHNEIDER's collection,Olive Street Transfer

EDITOR: Our submission guide says 'seldom publish rhymes'. Here is a case where that rule is broken. Note that the end rhymes do not occur with a period... the rhyme avoids the redundant stop that makes the end rhyme familiar to nursury rhyme. The rhyme is part of immediate and delayed repetition. In short, more happens here than just the rhyme scheme which is here a tool in the hands of a poet
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MARTIN JERVIS 
Dying Tulips
They look sad, deep down in the sick passages of mouths, Droop formed, dowager's hump, shrinking family violets, Brown bitten green, jaundiced, arthritic of stem, Bending a stiff, royal bow, head on the tarmac, Sicking there, curling lips parted, laughing, grimacing, Behind a sickly grin of stigmas and stamens, Desiccated sepals, calyx, dumb voices gaping, Cancered, meristematic, rictus faced, vascular Tourniquet, a colour fading mask of death.

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CHARLES P. RIES
Three Short Reviews
On a good day luck dropped three quality books of poetry in my mail box: MIGHTY GOOD LAND by Dan Powers, SHORTS by John Lehman and PLAYING TENNIS WITH ANTONNIONI by Alan Catlin. As I read these writers I was struck by what opportunity the poetic form offers us; not just for expression, but for experimentation. Powers, Lehman, and Catlin all write with eloquence, yet in styles that are quite dissimilar. They hail from different parts of the United States; one from the Midwest, the other from the South, and the other a true blue Easterner. These geographic distinctions can be heard in their poetry. In addition, each uses line structure very differently, but to good purpose. I liked all three of these books, but for very different reasons.
MIGHTY GOOD EARTH By: Dan Powers 52 Poems / 103 Pages / $12.95 Black Greyhound Media P.O. Box 40367 Nashville, TN 37204
I found it hard to believe that this was Dan Powers’ first published book of poetry. These straightforward narrative poems are told with restraint and clarity. Mighty Good Land is all about the people and places in Power’s life; his wife, his father, his children, the farm, the church, the home. They mirror the reflections many of us have as we look over the landscape of our life. This is an excerpt from, “Good Earth and Poor”:
The seasons and the planting of seed – by nature the true work of out father – who never owned the piece of land he wanted, but it was near, past the end of our field, and through the seasons he watched it fall piece by piece into the hands of the subdividers. And with the half-smile of given-up desire, he would say, “That was mighty good land.” And he would say it softly to no one but himself while he held his hands dug deep into his pockets. And another from, “Half-Light Off the Appalachian Trail”: I drive home as if alone, blind in rain and headlights, you far away in stillness on your dark side of the truck, the wipers slapping rhythm to the cold silences piling up between us like a mountain we can’t see over, can’t climb, won’t try as long as it’s raining.
There is no secret code language or illusive imagery in these poems. The writer reveals the personal with clear-spoken words. This is a fine first book with poems reflecting a Southern sensibility.
SHORTS 101 Brief Poems of Wonder and Surprise By: John Lehman 101 Poems / 95 Pages / $11.95 Zelda Wilde Publishing 315 Water Street Cambridge, WI 53523 ISBN-13: 078-0-9741728-2-8
The poetry in this collection is easy to read and assimilate – the themes, anchored in the Midwest, are universal in their conclutions. They have a Haiku feel about them – starting the reader in one place and leaving them suspended in another. Lehman is the master of the understatement, as well as the third and most critical element of poetry – the ending. With great skill he takes a collection of common moments and elevates them. Many Haiku poets choose to limit the quantity of the offerings in a particular book or collection, wanting to give each poem space to reverberate with afterglow. In Shorts, Lehman made the choice to pack them in - 101 to be exact. I feel the sheer volume may have diluted the overall impact of the book. In his preface, Lehman notes, “Shorts is the first book comprised entirely of justified poems. This new form – which I originated – capitalizes on the dynamics between the spoken sentence and this intentionally-chosen line break.” I am always a bit suspicious when a writer says they created a new form. I realize poetry more then any other form of writing is subject to the art of formatting (shall we call it an obsession). But in this case Lehman’s form serves its function well and presents his work without the distraction of more ornate formatting strategies. Here are two examples of Lehman’s justified poem (which I can’t quite do justice to because my right margins are a bit ragged-edged; his are not):
After My Son’s Divorce
Clouds above mountains form precipitous ranges in the sky. Moss-headed Salmon struggle upstream to lay their eggs then die. We head on motorcycles toward Turnagain Point. I wonder how far. And he wonders why.
Another Sub-Zero Night
“Once there were birds,” I tell my pup, “a sun to warm your face and amazing things called flowers, that would grow.” She shivers and urinates on the snow.
This expansive collection of short narrative poems is nimble and wise. Learned technique and keen observational skill make this an enjoyable read. One can almost visualize Lehman’s notebook crammed with quick descriptions of the life around him, which fall under his expert hand into Shorts.
PLAYING TENNIS WITH ANTONIONI By: Alan Catlin 27 Poems / 62 Pages / $15 March Street Press 3413 Wilshire Greensboro, North Carolina 27408 ISBN: 1-5966-021-2
Poets find food for reflection in many things. These creative prompts direct the themes and associations of their work. In, Playing Tennis With Antonioni, Alan Catlin lands upon a charmed idea. He marries the movies. In doing so, his poems become a cinematic off-spring of sorts. This collection is imagery-rich as it sews together, often colliding unions. The titles of Catlin’s poems are telling: 'Kurosawa’s Deliverance', ' L. Wertmuller’s Seven Beauties, Muscle Beach Bikini Party', 'Alfred Hitchcock’s To Hell and Back', ' Scorsese’s Blair Witch Project', ' Truffaut’s Mighty Joe Young Revisited'.Here is an excerpt from: 'Kubrick’s Dawn of the Living Dead':
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“Transcendent creatures existing out of time, spirits of the dead walking; zombies for designer footwear, clothes, invade a shopping mall.
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Omega man on The run, there is Nowhere to hide: Full metal jackets, Body armor piercing Round are of no Use, the dead keep Walking, legions of Them like the Roman Armies sent to war.
These are highly developed works. Most I would characterize as word poems. They move down the page with spare uncluttered prose reflecting the associations bubbling out of the writers mind. Catlin is particularly adept at this, and I was glad to see him take this “leap” from his more narrative work. This is a nice study in blending siblings of the same cinematic parent.
  ABOUT CHARLES P. RIES

RIES lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. His narrative poems, short stories, interviews and reviews have appear in over one hundred publications. CHARLES RIES has received three Pushcart nominations for his writing.

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