February 6-12, 2006: Joe Blanda and Su Taylor

week of February 6-12, 2006



Joe Blanda and Su Taylor


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Joe Blanda
Blandajb@aol.com

Bio (auto)

Joe Blanda lives in Austin, TX His poems have appeared in the Texas Poetry Calendar 2006, The Austin Writer, and the anthologies of the Houston Poetry Fest and the Austin International Poetry Fest He’s also produced several CDs of original music, including “The Moon in the Man” and “Acoustic Muse “

The following work is Copyright © 2006, and owned by Joe Blanda and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

WCW: You Said It!

When coldly considered, responsive to strange pressures.

William Carlos Williams

Hell of a thing to say on a no-breathing day Village elders swear it wasn’t always this way,
And happily recall a time you could breathe
Whenever you liked without fear of being
Confronted by some knife-waving wraith,
Grunting: “I don’t like your faith!”

Or by Man with a Snake’s Head Hell of an image Think I’ll borrow it
Indefinitely, maybe use it in a poem Burrow into it at night for protection
From the weather, while sleeping through
The fall of this city under siege.

Or by Two-Ton Eve, expressing her grief
In words I don’t know from Adam From seed-thoughts sprung, another snake-in-mouth poem—
This one, finally, a flower of delight:
Scalene, odd-built, a rarity to be savored
For the scourging variety of its singular selves.

When Two-Ton Eve takes her morning constitutional,
Wrapped in a shawl of various reds,
Big mouth, skinny legs, and all,
Inner voice wailing for its mama at the mall
Like the last unclaimed pronoun in an over-referenced world,
For her, breathing’s a lot like screaming.


Su Taylor
sutay36@comcast.net

Bio (auto)

A bio? A poet? I never took any poetry classes in school except what was required I had no intrest then I love to read good poetry As I have grown my fascination has also grown I am from Michigan originally That may account for my fascination of Plath,  Sexton, and suicidal or depressed poets I have taken a few classes on line, and will continue.

The following work is Copyright © 2006, and owned by Su Taylor and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Sylvia

words,
her magic
into a gas oven
willingly went-
(now) ten thousand nights
without her-
left behind
all
she had to leave


Improper

when I was ten
I slept with pigs
When I was ten
I ate alone