August 1-7, 2011: Graham Fulton and Carol Graser



week of August 1-7, 2011

Graham Fulton and Carol Graser




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Graham Fulton
hfulton32@btinternet.com

Bio (auto)

Graham Fulton lives in Paisley in Scotland. He’s been writing poetry since the mid-1980s when he joined a writers’ group run by Scottish poet Tom Leonard. Before that he’d written features for punk rock fanzine Stagnant Pool of Disease.
His work has been published in many major magazines,
newspapers, anthologies and online journals, in both the UK and USA, including Poetry Super Highway,
Chaparral, Hidden City Quarterly, Hospital Drive,
The Potomac, Raintown Review, Illya’s Honey,
California Quarterly, Word Riot, Barbaric Yawp,
Ambit, Orbis, Staple, Envoi, Edinburgh Review,
The North, The Glasgow Herald, Stand, Other Poetry
.
His collections have been produced by British
publishers Polygon, Mariscat Press, Rebel Inc,
Itinerant, Controlled Explosion Press and Roncadora
Press. His most recent full length collection is
Open Plan from Smokestack Books. Full Scottish
Breakfast
is due later this year from Red Squirrel
Press, and Equal Night is due next year from Irish
publisher Salmon Poetry. Visit www.grahamfulton-poetry.com
A chapbook called The Zombie Poem, about trying to
be picked as a zombie extra for the movie World War Z,
is also due out any time now.

The following work is Copyright © 2011, and owned by Graham Fulton and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Hair

and now we’re in a long tunnel
………………………………..and it’s dark
and the carriage
………….………….is hot
and the small open windows
………………at the top
………….……..are suddenly sucked shut
with a thud in the darkness
………..in the tunnel
under the river
………….……….as if we’re in
some kind of
a vacuum
…………or halfway to Saturn
………….………where nothing can be
the way it was,
………….………..and the man
on the seat in front
………….…….is checking his reflection
in the window
………….………and touching his hair
in a very loving way
………….………….….and making sure
his hair is just the way
………….………….………it should be,
the way it was
…………..two minutes before,
and stopping for a while
………….………..but then carefully
turning his head
………….……to check it again
and touching
…………///.his hair,
making sure
…………///.his hair
is just the way it should be






Carol Graser
cgraser@nycap.rr.com

Bio (auto)

Carol Graser lives in Providence, a tiny hamlet in the Adirondacks of upstate New York. She has read her poetry at many community events including fund-raisers, anti-war rallies and as a featured reader at several poetry open mics. She has also worked with an accomplished jazz composer and a percussionist, creating performance pieces that blend music and poetry. She hosts a monthly poetry reading series at Saratoga’s legendary Caffè Lena that happens on the first Wednesday of every month. She teaches poetry workshops for teenagers and has worked with at risk youth at a youth detention center. Her poetry has appeared in regional journals such as Screed, Salvage and Metroland as well as in numerous national publications like Lullwater Review, Berkeley Poetry Review, The Worcester Review, The MacGuffin and Eureka Literary Magazine. Her first book of poetry, The Wild Twist of Their Stems was published with Foothills Publishing in 2007.

The following work is Copyright © 2011, and owned by Carol Graser and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.



Spooky Zoo Sunday
at the Roger Williams Park Zoo

Snow White’s crying in front of two
zebras who stand sleek as not caring
Mr. Incredible’s buff as a plush bulldog
Superman’s three feet tall
GI Joe stands in fatigues soft enough
to sleep in, watches the pumpkin being carved
Witches are handing out yo-yos
The place is crazy with princesses
their cotton candy gowns, their nonchalant
noses that point past pirates, both gruesome and posh
Nobody’s swashbuckling. An angel visits
the python, a bride points at the one penguin
outside, Sponge Bob’s holding two hands, a cowboy
likes the fruit bats. A moon bear’s chewing
on a pumpkin, a pumpkin is resting
in her mother’s arms. A giant frog and
tiny lion watch the new giraffe’s long-legged
frolicking dance. Curious George beside
the crouching wallabies has been reduced
to a small boy from the waist down
His furred legs dangle from the back
of a stroller. Someone scalped a clown
near the long necked turtles, stuck the rainbow
curls in back pocket of their pants. Glenda
and Dorothy in a little red wagon are off
to see the harbor seals. Mini Mouse
is tired. The golden lion tamarins are huddled
in a corner. A blue dragon sitting
outside the enclosure where bison hide
It’s the fairies with their
pastel wings that end it
send us all home