October 3-9, 2011: Harry Calhoun and Chinedu Ichu

week of October 3 – 9, 2011

Harry Calhoun and Chinedu Ichu

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Harry Calhoun

Bio (auto)

Harry Calhoun is a poet from Raleigh, North Carolina. He’s had work published at odd poetry whistlestops for the past 30 years. Last year, his poems were published in the book The Black Dog and the Road (available on Amazon.com) and his chapbooks, Something Real, Near daybreak, with a nod to Frost and Retreating Aggressively into the Dark. Life has been rather sad lately, with trips to the hospital, a seizure, broken ribs and broken faith. But on the bright side, he has his loving wife to go along with two Pushcart nominations, a Sundress Best of the Net nomination and publications in Chiron Review, Abbey, Orange Room Review, Gutter Eloquence and others. His heart, and hopefully his liver, will go on. His latest chapbook, The Insomnia Poems, is just out and selling briskly. Buy a copy from Flutter Press or from Harry directly.

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

Walking something

Most days I walk 90 black pounds of Labrador,
so I’ve started thinking that everybody I see
is walking something, if not a dog. The lady lurching
past my house this morning was walking

40 pounds of excess weight and her uneven gait
was caused by that and by trying to simultaneously
applaud herself for walking some of it off.
Today I’m mowing the lawn, walking the lawn mower

in front of me but the thoughts of work tomorrow
striding hard through the back of my mind.
I walked Susie Taylor upstairs after my first kiss
in her basement a lifetime ago, and this morning

I strutted my lovemaking, emphasis after all these years
on the love, to my beautiful wife. We’re always walking
something, evidence that as Pascal said, all of our misfortune
comes from our inability to simply

sit quietly in a room.

Chinedu Ichu

Bio (auto)

My name is chinedu ichu, a 35 year old married African of Nigerian decent; I have been writing now for 8 years, my work mostly reflects the time, life and thought of a typical African irrespective of race, gender and tradition. Although within our dear African continent there are too many obvious challenges confronting writers, it hasn’t deterred me from continually shifting my beautiful African mind into over drive whenever am being inspired or the need arise, for me poetry is like a large jump starter, one of my aims first as a writer is to positively show case Africa to the rest of the world, to make them understand that we are good for those relevant things that comprehend and compliment existence, it is my duty as a writer to make sure my work is well grounded and speaks volume to whoever decides to read no matter their orientation because it cuts across all barriers. I have allowed myself be inspired by whatsoever catches my psyche from the aftermath of the holocaust to the traditional wrestling competition that has taken place in one small African village, poetry has taught me a great deal of unspoken wisdom, it made me realize how wonderful and irresistible our creator is, I wasn’t indeed afraid of what treasure I had exhumed.

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

Bald me

I am in true love with bald
What do you know
About the positive stigma?
I shave my head
To demote prejudice
And societal scorn
Off the record: to look responsible
Enough to get a high paying desk job
Shanka said I was plagued
With an organism
Responsible for hair loss
But had an excuse for shaving hers
“I have just embraced Buddhism”
Bloody vixen
Who cares?
Male obsession with hair
Is ancient and thick
Leave me at peace
My head shimmers
Dipped in cooking oil
Tells an exotic tale
A broad smile becomes active
On a black prickly sideburn.

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