ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume IV Issue III
The Cover Art/Photo:
by Rebecca Anne Banks
“slow, the birds flock in the bluesky
the kiss of winter . . .”
"my haunted apartment
the top of secret staircases
rifling on snow beat
some pastry, sweet and hot you hold in your mouth
i call into shadows, rocket man and friends just in case
knew the world, sweet and whole
the Summer of the place
i pull you out of hallways
pull the light out of darkness
watch the night, cold
warm under blankets
in the conversation of Summer”
Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume IV Issue III
Another typical morning
by David E. Howerton
Started in twilight
drinking bad coffee
eating dry toast
shaking crumbs onto floor.
rusty metal chair and with
cup of hot bitter coffee in hand.
before morning rush;
hold cup up to each car
stuck in front of house waiting
for stop light
half mile away too change.
As car thin out
walk into American river canyon
before it's too warm.
at least, longing
by David E. Howerton
Remembered you for a while
couldn't help it. You filled
me with a longing
to remain alive
at least for a while.
Took a chance gave freedom
how long ago.
years forgot, but
response from someone new.
Give an afternoon
old letters and poems a couple of photos
getting thrown into box
taped shut, tossed in garage
maybe I'll look when sixty five.
At shop tuning up
by David E. Howerton
go search your own answers.
Leave enough for coffee
over hear long story
at another table
if coffee wasn't quick....
Turn head almost recognize
rub eyes doesn't help
could be any I don't remember.
Almost run, but
keeping at table a while more.
Featured Poet: Esther Popel
The red-gold sun
Sinking to rest
At day's end,
Tucking under its chin
The fleecy down comforter
That men call clouds.
The glimmer of moonlight
Rippling over the ocean of Heaven,
And makes of the lonely dark
A wondrous thing.
The first green of Springtime
Draping the shoulders
Of shivering trees
That whisper their words
Of gratitude to Him
Who covers their nudeness.
The carol of robins
Bursting their throats
With riotous welcome
To a world reborn,
Risen from the tomb
Of dead forgotten things.
And love . . .
Filling young hearts
With strange yearning,
Linking two souls with their glories
Of sunsets and starshine and bird songs
And whispering trees in the Springtime.
Craigslist Montreal – Missed Connections – September 25th, 2015 – Anonymous
"Is that Frida Kahlo on your socks?" - m4w (Montreal)
Me: "Is that Frida Kahlo on your socks, you know, the painter?"
You: "Yeah, they were a gift."
I swear that I was genuinely interested in your socks! Wait...that sounds creepy. Actually, I'm interested
in the mind of a person that rocks Frida Kahlo socks. Also, Frida's amazing work.
Are you interested in getting some veggie tacos?
Where? 165 north bus
When? Last Monday 11pm
N.B.: “is that ice cream or a tattoo . . . “ – a note from the editor
"no, it's Veggie Tacos Man" - a note from the other editor
"we need cat food" - said the cat
A Red Cherry on a White-tiled Floor: The celebration of the Poet as Muse
Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry
Title of Book: A Red Cherry on a White-tiled Floor
Author: Maram Al-Massri
Publisher: Copper Canyon Press
Date of Publication: 1997
“The moon is there
for us to share
but where are you?”
- from Full Moon and Empty Arms by Frank Sinatra/Bob Dylan
A Red Cherry on a White-tiled Floor, classic love poetry as the story of a woman’s passion, passion
found, passion lost, the rekindling of fire on the soul. Maram Al-Massri is a Syrian Poet who has been
living in Paris since 1984. She writes in Arabic as well as being fluent in French and English. She has
written more than 16 books of poetry, her work has been translated into Italian, French, Albanian, Spanish,
Serbian and she has won international prizes.
This poetry is a celebration of the feminine, the Syrian goddess as Poet, as Muse. She is influenced by
the tradition of Arabic love poetry and the West, opposing forces in the crucible that overcome suffering
to flower into opus. For many years she had to cut off contact with friends and family in Syria,
“my freedom is so difficult and so desired. I suffered for it so much . . . sex and love are linked in
my opinion. They are a search for freedom.” The traditional Muslim culture, severely circumvents
female autonomy, sometimes women are not permitted to work outside the home, not allowed to drive cars,
not allowed to wear Western clothing, it may be difficult to meet your Starcrossed Lover, but this may
be changing through the healing power of women.
The poetry is presented in Arabic and English, the Arabic hieroglyphs like secret incantations, hiding
their mystery, to be revealed fully across the page in English. A very good translation. The Poet is
the beautiful, vulnerable Muse who falls and then soars like the bird in blue in her poetic climes, the
pain and sorrow of the dance of love recreated into an offering where the Muse never loses her voice,
her beauty, the goddess inviolate. A Red Cherry on a White-tiled Floor explores a marriage that
has died and the passion of a new lover, that also flounders, unleashes the hell of disaster of a broken
covenant in blue poetry. The poetry itself is delivered in short, spare lines reminiscent of the
post-modern war zone, love. Inside the enigmatic, profound presentation of juxtapositions of people
is a very grave truthtelling, an unveiling of the treason of lost and found lovers. Iconic love poetry,
someone filling in the space between with an edible feast of love poems.
38 He fixes his memories
with small lead pins
on the walls
of his room
to dry them.
and the scent of love.
They all look at him
with eyes full of tender gratitude
because he made them
68 A window
facing a wall
facing a garden
The window of love.
This Writer gathers Maram Al-Masri’s poems like pearls on a string to be hung amongst roses, all the beauty
and sorrow, all in one place, out of the rain. A Red Cherry on a White-tiled Floor, iconic New Age
love poetry by Maram Al-Masri.
Available @ Amazon.ca.
A celebration of the Canadian Landscape from Lamentations by Robert Hogg
Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry
Title of Book: from Lamentations
Author: Robert Hogg
Publisher: above/ground press
Date of Publication: 2016
“Bye bye mon cowboy,
bye bye mon rodeo”
- from Bye Bye Mon Cowboy by Mitsou
from Lamentations, a cinematique look at childhood and death in a Western Canadian town, a “memoir”
in poetry that remembers balloons and soft edges, the romance of cowboys, inside difficult times. Robert Hogg
was born in Edmonton, Alberta. He has been on the Canadian literary scene since the 1960’s, studying at the
University of British Columbia he was involved with the Black Mountain poets and the Tish poetry movement.
He has earned a Phd in literature and taught N.A. poetry and poetics at Carleton University in Ottawa until
2005. Poet Hogg has written 6 books.
from Lamentations, begins with a poetic prose introduction that freefalls into childhood memories of
trolley rides and watching Roy Rogers at the cinema, playing “cowboys and Indians” shooting at each other
with toy guns, playing dead. And how the Poet laments, as if it was all just fun and games, romance, as
if no one ever really died, the fight of good vs. evil, the shooting of horses wasn’t real. A series of
poems follow, pared in free verse, experiential, a brush with Imagism, Sitting on Ginger, Ahead
(in memoriam, Bob Creeley), The Creative, A Fallen Wall to climax into a mix of poetic
prose and free verse in Summer of Sixty three – for Jamie and Carol – on Jamie’s 70th and to end with
Synapse Mid-Morning January, as if in epilogue. The short staccato lines in broken thought train are
barren and lightening, the nature imagery and Zen of New Age poetry.
A Fallen Wall
Is this a little like the end of the world?
Is this a small blip on the screen called life?
Listen to the small pounding of the rain.
It make of your forehead
a fallen wall
beyond which there is no longer
a boundary to cross
only a damp ground
oozes like a wet wound
aching to be closed.
The Poet quotes “Porgy and Bess”, Nina Simone and a Black spiritual, the poetry like a reconciliation for
the dead and dying, an apologia for the violence of the Western world. This poetry is written at the apex
of the life of the Poet, and is reminiscent of Sailing to Byzantium by W.B. Yeat’s:
“That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies . . . “
The Poet is older, looking through the specter of the Spirit world that like a veil has begun to descend and
enfold, a cinematic in grey sepia casting into nether worlds.
A fantastical read inside the Canadian landscape, a song of the Canadian West, an idea of celebration after
a long journey. from Lamentations from Robert Hogg and above/ground press.
Available @ above/ground press.
“the sky goes, the nightsky
into hot Summer . . . “
Rebecca Anne Banks
i want to give you everything
the night goes into Summer
my po’ boy sunny
the cat stretches out under the table
breathes in the cool from the window
cherry juice and pink champagne
cherry at the pink lion hotel
and in the garden
watch the garden walk.
is a Syrian Poet and translator living in Paris since 1984. She studied English Literature
at Damascus University and has published numerous books of poetry winning the Adonis Prize for Poetry (1997) and
the Premio Calopezzati (1997) amongst other prizes and publication in anthologies. Her work has been translated
into English, French, Spanish, Italian, Corsican, Serbian and Albanian.
Rebecca Anne Banks
lives in Montreal. She is the author of 26 books of poetry, a family cookbook,
a book of children’s stories, a book of World Peace Newsletters and a primer on marriage discernment all
She is also the CEO/Artist at Tea at Tympani Lane Records(
)and The Book Reviewer at The Book Reviewer (www.thebookreviewer.ca
was born in Edmonton, Alberta and raised in British Columbia, currently living south
of Ottawa operating a natural food company, Mountain Path Inc. He studied creative writing at the University
of British Columbia and was involved with the Black Mountain poets and the school of Tish poetry. He
completed a PhD and taught North American poetry and poetics at Carleton University until retiring in 2005.
He married Leslie Flaig, a music major who became an artist and photographer, they have 3 children. He is
a Poetry Editor and is writing his sixth book of poetry.
David E. Howerton
. David's a part time programmer and lives in the American River Canyon outside of
Auburn Ca. He has done some landscaping sign painting cooking and made jewelry to pay the bills. He lives a
rather quiet life. His wife and he live with a bossy cat. He has three adult daughters and eight grandchildren.
His hobbies include type design, soapstone carving, walks in the woods, collecting dragons, and a growing
library of Science Fiction.
is an African American Poet of the Harlem Renaissance. Activist, Writer, Educator, Book Reviewer
and Playwright, she was active in the civil right’s and women’s movements. She married a chemist William
Andrew Shaw and had a daughter Esther Patricia. She regularly attended a literary salon with the leading
lights of the Harlem Renaissance, the Saturday Nighters, in Washington. She published two books of poetry,
Thoughtless Thinks by a Thinkless Thaughter
and A Forest Pool
. Her poetry was published in
magazines and she is best known for the poems, The Crisis
, Blasphemy-American Style
, Night Comes Walking
, Little Grey Leaves