NORMAN J OLSON : here and now
JOHN SELAWSKY : It is Worth It to Write the One Good Poem
MICHAEL MIKUS : Fire Rising through Trees
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NORMAN J OLSON is a 64 year old small press poet and artist who published his first poem in 1984 after many years of regular submission and rejection. OLSON has now published hundreds of poems and art works in 15 countries and the US NORMAN's art can be seen in Lummox, Sketchbook http://poetrywriting.org, and poetryrepairs (where his art regularly appears on the cover).

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NORMAN J OLSON
here and now
i don't even begin to understand art...  poetry... or anything else for that matter...  why should a thermonuclear ball in space touch my skin with love...  now, this morning, the air is cold like winter here...  i will get on my bicycle, ride to McDonalds and get my wife one of the iced coffees that she likes in the morning...  i will wear my vest and jacket...  maybe a face mask if my cheeks get cold...  the trees across McKnight Road are like forests of India ink lines...  the sky is pink and mauve...  the street is dark gray, ravished with yellow lines...  my fingers click clacking keys and the air is soft as angel-hair... but i don't understand any of it...
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I have many things to write unto you but I will not write with pen and ink
--JOHN the theologian

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JOHN SELAWSKY
It is Worth It to Write the One Good Poem
One struggles daily to find the grace. One knows the words inadequate even as they appear, racing heedless and lost wherever the great winds drive them, siroccos and Santa Anas, or parceled out parched from dry debris; the flame will hold, the flame will hold. One hangs on to this idea. The earth scoured, and yet the heat restoring both body and soul. Cleansed. As if detritus lifted to the sunlight, burnished there, burdens collected and transformed. We make the best of what we have. From the personal accumulation the singular song. From the calculus of possibilities the one rounded, palmed stone.
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Poetry endangers the established order  of the soul - Plato

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MICHAEL MIKUS
Fire Rising through Trees
I saw the ball, the burning ball rising through the trees. It caught my eye low in the sky; I dropped to my knees. Primevil man raised heavy hand to pray the fire God To thank his grace for warmth of place to kill the thick ice. With arms out stretched he rose to bless the 4 corners round, And with a stick he drew it thick; a circle in ground. I looked again the ball was then above the dead trees I looked way down at circled ground and brushed my knees.
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