March 18-24, 2019: Poetry from John L. Stanizzi and Ayaz Daryl Nielsen

John L. Stanizzi and Ayaz Daryl Nielsen

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John L. Stanizzi

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John L. Stanizzi is author of the full-length collections – Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, Hallelujah Time!, High Tide – Ebb Tide, and Chants.  His poems have appeared in Prairie Schooner, American Life in Poetry, The New York Quarterly, Paterson Literary Review, The Cortland Review, Rattle, Tar River Poetry, Rust & Moth, Connecticut River Review, Hawk & Handsaw, and many others.  Stanizzi has been translated into Italian and appeared in El Ghibli, in the Journal of Italian Translations Bonafinni, and Poetarium Silva.  His translator is Angela D’Ambra.  He has read and venues all over New England, including the Mystic Arts Café, the Sunken Garden Poetry Festival, Hartford Stage, and many others. He Stanizzi is the coordinator of the Fresh Voices Poetry Competition for Young Poets at Hill-Stead Museum, Farmington, CT, and a teaching artist for the national recitation contest, Poetry Out Loud.  A former New England Poet of the Year, named by the New England Association of Teachers of English, Stanizzi teaches literature at Manchester Community College in Manchester, CT and he lives with his wife, Carol, in Coventry. Visit John on the web here.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by John Stanizzi and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

8.44 a.m.
51 degrees

Three days ago is was minus 2 degrees.

Parted right down its middle, the pond is being battered,
outdone by the downpour banging on its surface.
Niagara in miniature, the run-off, block-solid yesterday, isn’t
draining today; it’s raging, exploding onto the melting ice with water and mud.

10.36 a.m.
36 degrees

Pappy grass, browned and mushy, but an inch down the heavy freeze has
overnighted and is still rock-hard. Yesterday’s torrential downpour
normalized the southwest end of the pond – clear water and a view
distinct enough of the bottom that I can see the sand, a reminder of summer.

8.10 a.m.
17 degrees

Pulled from the road and poured into the pond, mud run-
off is frozen into what was, a few days ago, clean pure ice.
Narrowest shadow of me, long and thin, stretches way out in front of me,
dances on the muddy ice when I dance on the muddy ground.

8.24 a.m.
18 degrees

Preceded by my massive shadow, it gets to the pond well before me,
obscure presence, familiar-unfamiliar, it lays stupidly flat on the ice,
namesake wraith, childish tracery, it can only be where I am,
demanding nothing, unless you consider that it considers what I consider.


Ayaz Daryl Nielsen

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Ayaz Daryl Nielsen, veteran and former hospice nurse, lives in Longmont, Colorado, USA.  He is the editor of Bear Creek Haiku (28+ years/150+ issues) with poetry published worldwide (and deeply appreciated). See some of his books here, and visit him online here.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Ayaz Daryl Nielsen and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


they asked for what
was needed: one
cup and one plate
one day whose 
stunt double
would be night,
and two miner’s lights
for when each
was lost
from the other

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