ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume II Issue II
 
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The Cover Photo/Art:

“Snow Globe 4”

by Danielle Bedard

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“a god in my garden

and the red of roses by nightfall

how bare branches bloom

sing, sing into night

as if the moonlight

would never break

across the floor,

lay down in the arms of love

time is an oyster

lost inside days and days

the light

and dark

the sky

of poetry and lightening”










Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume II Issue II
 
(March 2014)










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Lilies in the Window

by Ginna Wilkerson


She breathes the indigo night air

from a shadowy corner

angled to see –

without being seen.


Seven stark white lilies

Spread frost over the still room –

far distant, a tangerine sunset

casts embers over auburn fields.


A quickening of the night air

quivers through the lilies –

her breath, too, caressing their heads.









Purple Moon

by Ginna Wilkerson


The hotel hallway swims with water.

Spice-scented guests move ahead.

Immunity is everything when you dare.


She finds herself in a blue-walled

Room. More than two in a bed

means confusion and drowning.


Silken hair tangles with waves

While bodies writhe in sensual

despair. Yes and no are the same.


She climbs from a tilted window,

escaping under a purple moon

shining violet on her fragile skin.









Pushing Petals

by Gina Nemo


Pushing petals

Pushing them

Not counting them

Not asking them

Does he love me?

Does he love me not?

I know he loves me

I can feel him

When I'm

Pushing petals

Ever so softly

The wind

Like a ship at sea

I feel him

Inside of me

His lips

Inside of everything

I want and see

I'm still

Pushing petals

For him

For me

For all that we

Love and more

For all that

We give

to be free.










 
Featured Poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnets from the Portuguese

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


I.

I thought once how Theocritus had sung

Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,

Who each one in a gracious hand appears

To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:

And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,

I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,

The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,

Those of my own life, who by turns had flung

A shadow across me. Straightway I was ‘ware,

So weeping, how a mystic shape did move

Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;

And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,-

“Guess now who holds thee!” – “Death” I said.

     But there

The silver answer rang,-“Not Death, but Love.”










 
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Book Reviews




 
Odd Remains, the passion in the dance.


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: Odd Remains

Author: Ginna Wilkerson

Publisher: Eleusinian Press

Date of Publication: 2013

Page Count: (84)


Odd Remains is the first book of poetry by Ginna Wilkerson, poet, scholar, teacher, mother and spouse. She has had poems published in many journals including Gertrude, Currents, Octavius, The Sow’s Ear amongst others.

This Writer experiences Odd Remains as “Sappho sings to the night sky.” As if the healing energy of women could recreate the world beautiful inside the matriarchy, as if anything that was wrong could be arighted. From Beautiful Lies, “Encompassing love would need to begin/ even deeper – in the hearts of trees/ and the tight-knit souls of stones,/ the fingers of unbearably soft babies/ and the silky-slik fur of a newborn tiger”.

The images are powerful from the passion and beauty of the body to nature imagery, perhaps influenced by her study of Medieval Literature, also subtly reflecting the violence of the lost values of the Holy Spirit way/cultural occlusion in N.A. and how this has manifested spaces of loss and brokenness in love. From Beneath the Landscape – “My torso, fetus-curled, perches aloft” and Carried in the Body – “Slow pain/ like a stalker watching/ from the fire-escape/ in a black and white/ film noir and from Weavers – “Hands that warm death/ from the stone,/ warm her own bones,/ cradling herself in the weaving.”

And the use of images in nature; fish, tigers, cats, wolves, lakes, river, ocean, stones, trees, flowers. From Dandelion Dust – “a beckoning patch of yellow/ waited here once – a breath of clover,/ a touch of heather, and/ banks of heady dandelions:/ circles and spirals and avenues/ of small yellow heart-grabbing eyes” and Beautiful Lies – “forming ponds and rivers and lakes/ and finally our unknowable/ ocean depths”. And Purple Moon is one of my favourites from the collection for its sense of sorrow and moonlight:

Purple Moon

The hotel hallway swims with water.
Spice-scented guests move ahead.
Immunity is everything when you dare.

She finds herself in a blue-walled
Room. More than two in a bed
means confusion and drowning.

Silken hair tangles with waves
While bodies writhe in sensual
despair. Yes and no are the same.

She climbs from a tilted window,
escaping under a purple moon
shining violet on her fragile skin.

As if the poems are telling a story, inspired by life events, enigmatic that the Reader can only glimpse in painted images. A background thread of theme is perhaps the story of her love affair unfolding. A journal of sights and sounds, a chronicle of the end times.

Desire Is            for MK

any flower but a rose
pressed
       between the leaves of a book
flat enough
       to spread like a quilt
       on a honeymoon bed,
strong enough
       to stretch beyond
       the absence of gentle fingers –
the naked space pulsing
       your heat
lingering scent in the pages

A very promising first volume of poetry, looking for more from this Poet. Odd Remains, the passion in the dance by Ginna Wilkerson.

Available from Amazon.ca.











 


Scarlet: love poetry with that Nemo magic, by Gina Nemo.


Byline: The Book Reviewer

Title of Book: Scarlet

Author: Gina Nemo

Publisher: Melinda Cochrane International

Date of Publication: 2014

Page Count: 42


Scarlet, the love poetry of Gina Nemo. As well as being a Poet, she is a writer, producer and director of television, producer and writer of music, musician and actress. She began her Hollywood career starring in the 21 Jump Street television series. This is Gina Nemo’s second book of poetry, and this Writer’s second Book Review for her.

A good book of poetry is like opening a box of fine chocolates. The sweet, sweet love poetry rolls out like candy and fire in cadence, not unlike a song. In the background Ricky Nelson sings, “a be bop baby” “a be bop baby”. Borrowing from the Beat Poet tradition, the modern Hip Hop genre and American BeBop, the poetry is Romance American style.

From: Swoop

“Sometimes I wish I were a bird

So I could swoop down to you

Maybe sit on your window sill

Just sit and sing a song or two


Hoping you will know it is me

In the way I sing that tune

The notes from a long time ago

When we sat under that moon”

As if playing on the theme of lost/conflicted love, the poetry writes, some ancient appeal of a girl to the universe for the perfect love that lasts. The flowing rhyme scheme creating sonance, like sweet offerings, perhaps spinning magic into the perfect lover. As if the world is just beginning to pull itself out of the heartache of too much love lost inside the miasma of the Industrialized Western war/culture machine and into the imagine peace, imagine love of the New Age.

Him and Him Again

“He speaks to me

In some chemical

Tongue

All I can think of

Is a river of melody

Coming with him

He is inside of me

Him and him again

As we touch

He feels me

In that moment

Where time escapes

As we fall down

To that silky water

Floating in paradise

Of fire and lace

I want him to hide

Deep inside

Then devour me

Again and again

I want no other


His hunger and fire

Only him

Him and him again”

And:

RED

I see red

Upon my lips

On my finger tips

On my silk robe

Plates and cups

Scarlet stones

On my ear lobes

RED

Sexy night

Fire and light

No worries

In sight

You and me

Strawberries

And cream

Rubies and

Dreams

Beauty

Ripped seams

Anger

From goodbyes

Sacrifice

Passion

Put on ice

RED

The poetry wraps the Reader in the familiar of old songs on the radio, beautiful love poems like gathering stars from the sky.

From: What He Does

“What he does

What he knows

He holds on

So close”

From: Your Slice

“All inside

Your flight

As you wait

In the window

Behind your warm

Breath

Tonight”

The celebrated landscape despite hard times, the truth of love lost and heartache is woven into a song of the heart. It is on the surface a deceptively simple style yet the poetry tells the story of love from the streets of New York to the streets of L.A. The red rose of love on Summer winds, that Nemo magic, Scarlet by America's Sweetheart Gina Nemo.

Available @ Melinda Cochrane International and Amazon.ca.











 


Postmodern Romance in from Hark: a journal.


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: from Hark: a journal

Author: Rob McLennan

Publisher: above/ground press

Date of Publication: 2014

Page Count: 13


from Hark: a journal is a fantastical Chapbook of poetry, some of the poems have been published previously in Canadian Literature (Vancouver, British Columbia) and at www.abovegroundpress.blogspot.com. Rob McLennan is a Canadian Poetry icon, editor, publisher, poet he operates above/ground press, Chaudiere Books, ottawater, The Garneau Review, seventeen seconds: a journal of poetry and poetics and posts everything poetry on robmclennan.blogspot.com. He is the celebrated author of more than 20 books of poetry.

This was one of a number of Chapbooks sent to me from above/ground press and of all the tomes, this Writer was captivated. In the Chapbook is an introduction that describes the history of the series of poems. The poems were written when Rob’s relationship with Christine was new, they later married. They wrote postcards and letters to each other in their dance of courtship.

“These were small, secret missives, slipped into luggage, pockets or purses before trips, to be deliberately discovered later. On a Greyhound Bus, I reached into my jacket pocket to find three new postcards; halfway between Ottawa and Toronto, little gifts she’d tucked away without my knowledge. Christine’s notes to me were usually composed on postcards she’d picked up years earlier, and written as though from not only the postcard’s point-of-origin, but that time as well, dated months or even years before we’d met . . . I was fascinated by the idea of letters written from foreign geographical and temporal places, sketched out as short postcard pieces.”

The title of the Chapbook is taken from a comic strip by Kate Beaton, “Hark, a vagrant” and at the time he was reading an anthology “Crosscut Universe: Writing on Writing from France” translated and edited by Norma Cole. Four quotes from this book are included in the Chapbook.

The short poetic prose pieces composed by poet Mclennan are titled with a city and a date, reaching various and esoteric global climes and the dates going as far back as 1422, introducing the idea of landscape and history or the temporal. Each poetry vignette includes elements of the essence of the city, perhaps events in the city at that time and weaves in the idea of romance (global and personal) and its antithesis of war, the push and pull of here not here, home not home and violence, the war economy N.A., as someone who has been on a journey and perhaps is traveling:

“London, 1820

In a measure of circling. This is an actual letter. The poem, I should say. Response is so simple. Words point out sediment. Rising moon, the Thames are a-changing. Sooting deep, thick industrial smog. Touch, but more muscular. Victoria, princess. A tower, a namesake. This unknown, hiatus. In what available field. The lives of the past. Leave poets be. Betray to her an abacus.”

The poetry reads like a butterfly entranced by the flame of a candle, as if he is reading the missives from his wife and writing responses weaving, weaving:

“Toronto, 1837

When talks, are we writing it. A roughhousing passage. To summarize: elegy, bonfire, speech. King’s Tavern, old hat. She rinses a teacup, sews stitch to the blade. Call out your anguish, astonishment. The currency inherent in blasphemous buildings. Hairsplitting. I am no further thickness. Forever is quite a long time. The body is present.”

And:

“Tokyo, 1868

Edo, a meaning. Open, her soft voice. Each fold of the city, prefecture. When I claim I am present.. Rails of meaning, undamaged. A blossom, a wonderful scribe. Eaten. This death, microscopic. Sending best wishes. What can you tell me. Illuminate, earth and white powder. The mind meditates, fishing. A castle of wonders. I hold two family portraits. A resident plum.”

In cinematic, the Chapbook could be blown up into a book with coloured postcards of the places in the titles of the poems. As if the Oracle in the time of Spring the poetry is enigmatic and definitive captivating romance in history and within the overconstructed politics of the times. from Hark: a journal, a brilliant read from Rob McLennan.

Available from above/ground press.











 


Present! impressions of the love diaspora N.A.


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: Present!

Author: N.W. Lea

Publisher: above/ground press

Date of Publication: 2014

Page Count: 11


Present! is a fascinating truth-telling of love/life N.A. Written by N.W. Lea who resides in Ottawa, Canada, he has published a book of poetry Everything is Movies, this is his third published Chapbook.

Present! reveals and revels the love diaspora N.A. Written in a post-modern narrative style, the poetry writes as if coming in on the middle of a story/conversation and also ends as if leaving in the middle of a story/conversation. It is a secret dialogue, telling a story without telling a story and secret wordplay, playing with the use of language.

“we were culture-born

then we were enculturated

then we were inculcated

then, indoctrinated

initiated

in’d”

The theme of love is entangled, as if someone lost in the miasma of where is my love affair heart?

“the swans of hurt
burn circles in the snow”

and

“I wonder toward
your darker travails
part your mirth
like legs

what religious tissue!
how

estranging beneath the gawking satellites”

and

“your bunched sun-
dress lays somewhere
between cyberspace
and the mixed orchard”

The theme of parted loves, perhaps serial lovers is mixed with the last throws of the industrial society and coming into the cyberspace of the New Age, using surreal images of technology. Perhaps a reflection of the disembodiement of the “sex as service machine” phenomena feeding the economy, breaking with the love Spiritus and the Holy Spirit.

“there is circuitry
behind the basement wall

this I know …..

so we bash the veneer
with our amped up bodies

and start tearing out
the wires and chips

we’re blurring
but so
so glad”

“and all our appliances
grow real hearts”

with elements of activism and truthtelling

“what an honour
it is to be killed

incrementally

by your government’s
masters!”

A rich post-modern impression of a love/death story in poetry, some dark soma of the night. In the words and music of the Poet Leonard Cohen, “Everybody knows”. Present! a great read from N.W. Lea.

Available from above/ground press.











 
In the Time of Dreams

by

Rebecca Anne Banks



“in the time of dreams

he is still perfect

I am in quiet,

alone”


Odd the dichotomy of mind

my Venusian blues

(cult mystery figure esplanade)

let the rain fall

I could wrap you in my arms

and let the wind

and the rain

and the light fall down,

there is no beginning

and no end to time

a painting of rain

the vagabondage and winter

o’ let the rain fall

“let the rain fall down.”*


(And you are the Summer

when the flowering trees

become heavy with fruit

inside the perfect blue

o’ sweet the dark

the quiet . . .

I fall like a stone

into water)

* from a song by the Rolling Stones.










 
Biography



Rebecca Anne Banks lives in Montreal. She is the CEO/Artist at Tea at Tympani Lane Records (www.tympanilanerecords.com) and the Book Reviewer at The Book Reviewer (www.thebookreviewer.ca). www.tympanilanerecords.com and www.thebookreviewer.ca.

Danielle Bedard. “A native of Québec, Canada, Danielle Bédard studied at Champlain College in film and photography followed by an intense commercial photography program at college Marsan. Her love of photography began after her parents gave her a 35mm SLR on her 9th birthday. In 1998, Danielle began her photography career, covering major events in the music industry in Montreal, Toronto, Ottawa and Vancouver. Her work has been sold, exhibited and published in several news papers and magazines.” from http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/danielle-bedard.html.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning was born in County Durham, England to a wealthy family with holdings in Jamaica during the Victorian Era. At age 15 she had a serious undiagnosed disorder causing head and spinal pain with loss of mobility, at age 31 she developed tuberculosis. A popular writer in her own right, she was famously wooed by poet Robert Browning, they wed and lived in Italy.

N.W. Lea “lives and writes in Ottawa. He is the author of two previous chapbooks, light years (above/ground press, 2006) and Actual Girl (The Emergency Response Unit, 2011) as well as the full-length collection, Everything is Movies(Chaudiere Books, 2007).” - from above/ground press.

Rob McLennan lives in Ottawa. “The author of more than twenty trade books of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, he won the John Newlove Poetry Award in 2010, and was longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize in 2012 . . . An editor and publisher, he runs above/ground press, Chaudiere Books, The Garneau Review, seventeen seconds: a journal of poetry and poetics and ottawater.com.” And he regularly blogs on all things poetry at robmclennan.blogspot.com. – from above/ground press.

Gina Nemo “is a poet, writer, producer, actress and musician. Born in New York and raised in Los Angeles, she has been writing poetry and stories since she was a child. Currently she is producing and writing music, producing and directing television and documentaries and also writing for various media outlets.” –from Scarlet.

Ginna Wilkerson completed a Ph.D. in Creative Writing at University of Aberdeen in 2013, which happily coincided with the publication of her first poetry collection, Odd Remains. She also received a 2012 Poetry Kit Award in the UK for her poem ‘Dimensions’. Ginna currently teaches in the Writing Program at Ringling College of Art and Design in Sarasota, Florida. Interests include Gothic fiction, philosophy, Scottish history, and photography.