January 6-12, 2020: Poetry from Pam Davenport and Ozzie Nogg

Pam Davenport and Ozzie Nogg

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Pam Davenport
pam.davenport4@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

Pam Davenport, who writes in the deserts and mountains of Arizona, earned an MFA at Pacific University in Oregon after teaching for over thirty years. Her chapbook, A Midwest Girl Thanks Patti Smith (2019), was chosen as the winner of the Slipstream Chapbook Competition. Pam has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and was recipient of the Arizona Authors’ Association Annual Award for Poetry. Her poems have been published in various journals and anthologies, including Nimrod, Tinderbox, Slippery Elm, Poetry of the American Southwest, Chiron, New Verse News, and Pittsburgh Poetry Review.

The following work is Copyright © 2020, and owned by Pam Davenport and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Some Women’s Bodies

When my daughter gave birth I rubbed her downy arm
and willed her pain to crush my bones.
She had come from me fast, covered in vernix,
nurses slathered it on their arms,
she was moist, slick, I didn’t want to lose her.
Waiting for my babies I watched skin
stretch, scarlet tears I thought would split open
and a person emerge.
My grandmothers, one smelled of meat and perfume
the other of sickness, my own mother of sugar.
I lie here, raise my head, peer down at a body.
From here my lumpy soft belly looks flat,
I am again a vain girl who only sees her tan lines.
My thighs still feel smooth and strong
like apple skin, something forbidden.


I Am a Desert

There is a perception that the desert is emptiness, desert is nothing.
No, it is the poet’s playground.
………
~ Kwame Dawes

I yip at the night until coyotes yowl back,
run slipshod over anger, speak gibberish to myself

and poems to my neighbors.

Utter effortless unadorned words under a gold-tinted
evening sky and dress in turquoise robes.

Connect magnetic momentary clarity
to children kicking a ball in the dust.

Collect olives and peace, warm breath in my face, hot spittle,
perpendicular points of conversation with strangers.

I stop wearing makeup, love my face again
in fragrant silver twilight or moonlit pale.

I wash my feet beneath a low hanging sun,
eat heat washed down with mint tea.

Mornings nothing makes sense and I at last give up on sense.

Crepuscular shadows pull me toward an unknown building
and I wake speaking a language I’ve never heard.

I crack open my brain within blazing noon sun,
rouse shopkeepers with music from an instrument that hasn’t been invented.

I walk over seething sands,
let the only tree I see teach me its poem.

I embroider wet words with delicate strands
into the garments of everyone I meet.

 

 

 

 


Ozzie Nogg
ozzienogg@cox.net

Bio (auto)

Ozzie Nogg’s work has appeared in Diddledog, Apollo’s Lyre, Flashshot, Apocrypha and Abstractions, 50 Word Stories and Donut Factory. Her book of personal stories, Joseph’s Bones, won First Place in the 2005 Writer’s Digest Press International Self-Published Book Awards. You can visit her at: www.ozzienogg.com

The following work is Copyright © 2020, and owned by Ozzie Nogg and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


An erasure poem found in Donald John Trump’s
Inauguration Address delivered on January 20, 2017
in Washington D.C.

President President President President
me me will determine the course of America
me.will get the power
we are Magnificent.
Very Special
Me power
me flourished prospered
but not the citizens of our country
o o celebrate me me me me
not the people.

January 20th 2017, will be remembered
as the day the people of our country will be forgotten by me
never to serve its citizens
me Great
a different reality
flush with cash but deprived of knowledge
robbed our country of so much
me tops
me Glorious

The oath I take today is to me
at the expense of America
we own trillions of dollars overseas
me con our country
O the millions upon millions
we are looking only to assemble capital and power.
From this day forward, a new vision will govern our land.
From this moment on, it’s going to be me First.
ax immigration
me me
stealing and destroying
I will let you down America like never before
o wonderful simple me
will first.impose our way of life on anyone
and eradicate the Earth.

The bedrock of our politics is prejudice
disagreement
unstoppable fear
the Great me
Most Important
Big Bigger me
all talk and complaining
empty talk will thrive and unlock my miseries and divisions
to black brown white red

Salute me
look up at me the Almighty

Americans hear these words:
You will be ignored
Your voice hopes dreams
your courage and goodness
forever me me me me
Yes me
Great
A God
ME

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