February 6-12, 2017: Poetry from Ellaraine Lockie and Dan Fitzgerald

​Ellaraine Lockie and Dan Fitzgerald

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​Ellaraine Lockie
elockie@comcast.net

Bio (auto)

Ellaraine Lockie is a widely published and awarded poet, nonfiction book author and essayist. These poems are from her thirteenth chapbook, Tripping with the Top Down, which will be published in April, 2017 by Foothills Publishing. Her chapbook, Where the Meadowlark Sings, won the 2014 Encircle Publication’s Chapbook Contest, and her collection, Love Me Tender in Midlife, was released in 2015 as an internal chapbook in IDES from Silver Birch Press. Other fairly recent work has received the Women’s National Book Association’s Poetry Prize Best Individual Collection from Purple Patch magazine in England for Stroking David’s Leg and the San Gabriel Poetry Festival Chapbook Contest winner award for Red for the Funeral. Ellaraine teaches poetry workshops and serves as Poetry Editor for the lifestyles magazine, Lilipoh. She lives in Sunnyvale, California but spends copious amounts of time yearly in Montana and New York City.

The following work is Copyright © 2017, and owned by ​Ellaraine Lockie and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


While Waiting Outside Pete’s PizzaRia

A cockroach comes from the sewer grate
marching a mission to the door
Waits for the customer who opens it
An unwitting doorman
for the Mayor of Cockroach County

………I’m ten again
………in the backseat of a Rambler
………My farmer father driving in Seattle traffic
………and calling every other driver a cocksucker
………Me envisioning the only cock word
………I know: cockroach

A vibrator buzz emanating from a bee
drills the air outside the PizzaRia window
It flits back and forth in a furor
A small storm in front of green fluorescence
Glass separating it from beer, soda and perfume

………I’m a freshman in college again
………A good girl at debate rehearsal
………in a basement with a group of intellectuals
………And I say Someone kill
………that cocksucker before it gets away

Five minutes later the cockroach is buried
in a flour bin or a pile of plate scrapings
Bragging about its 350 million years of survival
The bee still beats wings against glass
like a crazed construction worker with a dental drill

I can’t suffer the sound any longer
So move toward the darkened Cobalt Cafe next door
to wait for someone to open the door for a reading
On a small stage where we’ll celebrate
the perpetuity of thousands of years of poetry


Home of the Brave

The daughters don’t have bars
across their rented windows
I spend nights wondering if I
raised them to be careless or courageous
They say the area is becoming gentrified
So I’ve stopped winding the gang wars
around my rosary when I visit

I imagine hummingbirds
in the morning glory as helicopters circle
See Andy Warhol’s tomato soup can
instead of a man plastered in red
across a car hood

The hate graffiti on pavement and garages
becomes art icons of Mexican/American culture
The woman hostage in the grocery store
on Sunset a part of a movie plot
Popcorn in the lobby when gunshots
pepper the place across the street

And now that they are buying a house
in an equally improving neighborhood
I finger the beads of worry
about raindrops on a leaky roof

 

 



Dan Fitzgerald
djfitz467@yahoo.com

Bio (auto)

Dan lives quietly in Pontiac, Illinois, tending to home and garden. His poems have been published in The Writer’s Journal, PKA Advocate, Nomad’s Choir, PoetrySuperHighway and others. His work is also included in several anthologies. He has written off and on for a number of years and has written three chapbooks – Musing, Your Star and Other Poems and Random Tales.

The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by Dan Fitzgerald and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Enough

I like your poetry
a lady told me once.
Thank you, I said,
I like it, too.
Maybe that will be enough
in a world
that needs more poetry.