September 20-26, 1999: Caron Andregg, Timothy Russell and Linda Etheridge

Week of September 20-September 26, 1999

This week presenting the winners of the
1999 (second annual) Poetry Super Highway Poetry Contest:

Caron AndreggTimothy Russell,
and Linda Etheridge

Caron Andregg
caron@poetrycalendar.com

Bio

Caron Andregg placed second in last years poetry contest; second only to this years Judge Robert Wynne She recently received her MFA in writing and is launching a new annually released anthology,  Cider Press Review Her poem Cloud Chamber received a perfect score of 15 from this years judges earning her the first place position in this year’s contest She lives in San Diego, California She was a featured poet of the week on the Poetry Super Highway in March of 1997, and February of 1998.


The following work is Copyright © 1999, and owned by Caron Andregg and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsover without written permission from the author.

Cloud Chamber

I
A neutrino reveals itself
in the infinitesimal
oxygen-bubble path
through an astronomer’s
cloud chamber
high on Mt Rainier;
like so many things, invisible
yet always with us
In the trail it burns
through everything it burns,
is an asteroid’s suicidal dive
striping the atmosphere,

a rain-streak weeping
down a solitary window
in Aberdeen — its single
yellow square framed
by rainswept night
There are so many ways
to be alone

II
The insomniac in Boca
watches his lover’s ribs
heave and sigh in sleep
He is thinking of neutrinos
and the theory they, 
of all things, can travel
back through time

He would return
to that moment
between her knowing
he pressed damply to her back, 
her rump, her thighs, 
and her not knowing;

return as she slipped under
on the dark tide
of her breathing;

return to her, 
poised and fluttering,
just before the fall

III

The penitent in Scranton
enters a house of glass
He is thinking of stars
in their slow march, 

and of the moment
their light no longer
traced the shape of God, 

when they became
the sprockets and cogs
of constellations
indifferent to atmosphere

The house stands
empty as his throat
fills with draft His soul
is a box of fog

IV
The exile in Aberdeen
watches as endless rain
streaks the night into bars
against his solitary window
He is writing a letter
to his lover in Indiana
and thinking of the time
she’ll split the seam
he licks to seal

and how his lips
in leaving pressed, 
one by one, the pink
cabochons of her fingertips
pale as moonstones

In streaks of ink he traces
the shape of her thigh, 
ciphers the subtraction of one
On this sail of pale paper
he returns to her hand.


Timothy Russell
timothyr@clover.net

Bio

Timothy Russell’s poem ‘In Excelsis’ received 12.9 points in this years contest earning him the second place spot He lives in Toronto,  Ohio


The following work is Copyright © 1999, and owned by Timothy Russell and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsover without written permission from the author.


In Excelsis

“Fortunately there is history -if you can find it “
-Jacques

Barzun

At the very peak, Sammy loved Trish
and sprayed this truth on a bridge abutment
with stolen fluorescent pink paint
Small pleasure craft gathered at dark
just downstream from the marina
at the half moon bend in the river,

their red and green lights bobbing
on the glassy black water,
somebody’s CD player blaring “Bolero,”

and the full, apricot moon suspended,
eerily silent, above it all, in the eastern sky,
almost edible, a gigantic vanilla wafer
Aerial displays blossomed from the brow of the hill,
opening like sea anemones,
but the brief wave of euphoria,

or whatever it was,
washed away westward,
and we began this melancholy decline.

Linda Etheridge
livre@webtv.net

Bio

Linda Etheridges poem ‘Block Island Memory’ received 12.7 points in this years contest earning her the third place spot She lives in New Milford, Connecticut She was a featured poet of the week on the Poetry Super Highway in November of 1998

The following work is Copyright © 1999, and owned by Linda Etheridge and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsover without written permission from the author.


Block Island Memory

It was a lime sherbert day
with silhouette portrait
of two sailors (true friends)
under sea-sky Sailboats send patterns
over wake as dolphins bob
in ocean iris- there is
chasm between
life and death in the navy spray Wind pierces this portrait,
pulls it eastward
there is sense of great white In an eternal gesture
the sailors come about
then capsize, it is their death A small cape cod house
on hilly bluffs
surrounded by wild roses
holds an oil painting
where a schooner roams free,
searching.

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