Dorothea Grossman dottieg@pon.net Bio (auto) The late Allen Ginsberg called Dorothea Grossman’s poetry “clear, odd, personal, funny or wild-weird, curious and lucid ” The award winning poet lives, works and writes in Los Angeles Her work has appeared in a variety of poetry magazines and journals She has three published books of poetry: Cuttings: Selected Poetry 1978-1988; Poems From Cave 17, and Museum of Rain Her latest chapbook, The First Time I Ate Sushi, was published by Zerx Press in January, 2008 “Call & Response”, her CD on the pfMentum label, features her in performance with trombonist Michael Vlatkovich Visit Dorothea on the web here: http://www.home.pon.net/dottieg/ | | |
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Mendocino Coast, 1967 Inland, where the grasses and grapes lived, we could not have imagined the rocks, the cold clouds — the surf that would surround us like a headache, and those long tubes of kelp like noodles from another world where, with the music of foghorns and wind chimes, even the kind moon seemed dangerous Not Again As if I needed another reminder of you in winter, when the lights dance on the bridges and a tune on the piano draws blood You have invaded my small country expertly, like a bullet.
November
My innocent country watches the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade, then washes its hands, puts on a clean shirt, says a prayer, and sits down to dinner. |
Earl J Wilcox earlwilcox@comporium.net Bio (auto) Earl J Wilcox began writing poetry at age 71, a few years ago In his previous incarnation he founded The Robert Frost Review, published several academic essays and books, and was a university teacher in the USA, Greece, and England He held Fulbright grants to teaching in Greece and Thailand His current poetry appears in more than two dozen journals in print and online He writes about baseball, aging, Southern culture, birding, gardening, literary figures, and poets He lives in Rock Hill, South Carolina, about which he frequently also writes poetry More of Earl’s poetry appears on his blog, “Writing by Earl,” and in KAKALAK, AETHLON, New Verse News, and online at The Centrifugal Eye. | | |
The following work is Copyright © 2008, and owned by Earl J Wilcox and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author. Alice & Co My backseat view mirror shines: two teens, iPods connecting the girls to their secret world beyond adults— now voyeurs once voyagers sailing similar ships— to ports beyond looking glass worlds. A Close Shave
Hearing a loud knock, knock, knock I wonder who the hell is pounding my backdoor The woman standing there— tears almost frozen on her cheeks, bathrobe flapping—snuffs back sobs, asks me to come across the street where her husband has just diedand my next door neighbor—she says—will not let her in I urge her to come in out of the cold, talk to me about her dead husband Distraught of courseshe does not want to come in, just help me, she yells Putting aside my life, calling my wife, I glance at the wild woman, grab a coat, take her by an elbow, start out Standing in my driveway I am startled to see her husband at their door in his bathrobe—shaving cream on his face—wondering what the hell his wife is doing out so early on a cold morning bringing me to their house where he has just revived from fainting.
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