Dec 012017
 
Hanging Around

Hanging Around I haunt the old place, like any fool, chin up, head high, charming, debonair as I watch my glass of ginger-ale grow warm, and then go stale. I catch my breath at your silhouette when I forget that I can’t as yet. So I pretend in front of friends: no one’s aware this is the end of our affair. Only fools could think I cared. Kirby Congdon

 December 1, 2017  Posted by at 12:48 am Issue #245, Kirby Congdon No Responses »
Nov 242017
 
For Sir Robert Antoni

For Sir Robert Antoni Troubles recovered are victories won as any struggle provides the hope of continuing on. We were there when “there” was then as here and now, our names remain, when all is done, beyond the gloomy stare of judgment’s sun. The trampled weed, the fallen tree, let us feel survival’s thrill as we finish all the odds and ends we had begun and still engage in what we share: a single chance at life’s deep need to give or get, not just [continue reading…]

 November 24, 2017  Posted by at 12:33 am Issue #244, Kirby Congdon No Responses »
Nov 102017
 
Keeping Track

Keeping Track I try to cross the tracks as the engineer honks his horn. “Get out of the way,” he calls. I watch my step to arrive upright on the other side. “You don’t count,” the engine warns. “I know,” I, resigned, respond. Safely on the other side, I feel the rush of wheels roll on by. The engine, disappearing, cries, “Count, count, count. Count, count, count. “Next time, stand your ground, “Only heroes overcome this trip’s sound “of Grind, grind, grind.” When the tracks [continue reading…]

 November 10, 2017  Posted by at 12:42 am Issue #242, Kirby Congdon No Responses »
Oct 272017
 
Storm

Storm The cast iron statue of an athlete stood firm against any reckless lack of care. Its heavy weight assured us nothing sturdy fails. Beauty glows whenever even strangers’ eyes or a sculptor’s hand prove it’s there under the shallow surface of distress. Our lives still remain beyond catastrophies when, anonymous, all we knew lay aimless, beyond repair, across the floor. Identity, for the two of us, even now, with only ruins to clarify the world that was, has no need for names. Mind and [continue reading…]

 October 27, 2017  Posted by at 12:54 am Issue #240, Kirby Congdon No Responses »
Oct 272017
 
Book Review:

by Kirby Congdon……. Blue Collar Review Vol. 20, Issue 4 (Summer 2017) Several names are familiar. This means, for them, writing poetry is an addiction. That’s my kind of poet. The definition of it all gas to go back to Lucretius. We’re not sure why it works, but we know when it does. Mary Franke tries some experimental phrasing with contemporary references. “I’m letting it ride. My life I mean.” Don Narkevic’s “Elegy for a Seamstress” ends with “After a prayer they …. decide whose [continue reading…]

 October 27, 2017  Posted by at 12:40 am Issue #240, Kirby Congdon No Responses »
Oct 132017
 
Gay Murders

by Kirby Congdon……. The front page of The New York Times for Friday, September 29, 2017, had this headline: Bullying Seen as Prelude to Classroom Stabbing, with the subtitle, Death in Bronx School Defies Drop in Crime. A reader might have assumed we were pretty well beyond this kind of behavior, but I guess the Bronx cheer of razzing someone with your tongue belongs where it came from. During the Great Depression there is this poem, “Geographical Reflection” by Ogden Nash from his book, Hard Lines [continue reading…]

 October 13, 2017  Posted by at 12:46 am Issue #238, Kirby Congdon No Responses »
Oct 062017
 
Bach & God

by Kirby Congdon……. Mr. Marissen gets a couple of ideas off his chest before we get into his project. His Preface states, “This book is scholarly but not devotional.” Page 2 of the Introduction asserts, “I am an agnostic.” The subject of all the essays is the text of Johann Sebastian Bach’s cantatas, their history, translations, interpretations and grammatical definitions. The language is English but the reader’s knowledge of German, as well as access to recordings, can be helpful. The librettos of the cantatas may discriminate [continue reading…]

 October 6, 2017  Posted by at 12:16 am Issue #237, Kirby Congdon No Responses »
Sep 292017
 
Cricket

by Kirby Congdon……. Cricket Carried in the spin of earth’s dogged days, allowed to see the space of time in an eon’s length, I heard a cricket sing to entice a mate. That brave thread like the spread of a spider’s web, made the starlight ring as even silence sang among neurons engaged in errands quickly sent to the inside depths of my singing head. Kirby Congdon

 September 29, 2017  Posted by at 5:21 am Issue #236, Kirby Congdon No Responses »
Sep 222017
 
Book Review: The Bees Have Been Canceled poems by Maya Catherine Popa

by Kirby Congdon……. Our dependency on such a trivial concern as the spread of pollen has, with our industrial and technological forces, become one more anxiety in civilized society. Maya Catherine Popa’s collection of poems opens with the title prose-poem, “The Bees Have Been Canceled.” The ambiguity of the factual business jargon and the poet’s own language is clever and full of concern at the same time. The narrator comments in a discursive tone that recollects what the activity of bees used to be like [continue reading…]

 September 22, 2017  Posted by at 10:20 pm Issue #235, Kirby Congdon No Responses »
Sep 222017
 
Fortitude

Fortitude Bravado came, like hopefulness, on its knees to give a name to good fortunes received that any body needs, lifting life by song or dance beyond a world’s end of bad dreams. Kirby Congdon

 September 22, 2017  Posted by at 2:25 am Issue #235, Kirby Congdon No Responses »
Sep 012017
 
Query

Query Does memory dare let us see time restract and, fading, pull us back from its endless song? Will orhestras return to let life sing? What symphonies can we ever play with instruments we, deprived, have never learned? As the sun’s light, burning off the dawn, dissolves its haze, can the will to live remain and reconcile, beyond a night, our need for life with that sun’s placid rays so that we, alive, may, voracious, live in the wide expanse of its timeless gaze? Kirby [continue reading…]

 September 1, 2017  Posted by at 12:24 am Issue #234, Kirby Congdon No Responses »