An Immediate Response to W.S. Merwin

What I live for I can seldom believe in.
W.S. Merwin, The Carrier of Ladders
and I said,
there is only longing–
swimming
across the channel
to get to the next pulsing in muted yellow.
Mystery runs a few steps
ahead of me.
I look up when I am lost in the middle of the forest
and feel the world spin
because having what we live for,
what we truly desire
is like trying to hold that fog over the lake
in our arms.

~ Heather Ann Schmidt

Heather Ann Schmidt lives in Waterford Michigan and is an adjunct professor at Oakland Community College. She edits tinfoildresses poetry journal and Quiddities Journal. Her poems can be found in various online and print journals. Her chapbook, Channeling Isadora Duncan, was recently released from Gold Wake Press and her first full collection of poems, Chasing Lou Hoover, is forthcoming from Village Green Press. She received her MFA from National University and hopes to begin pursuing her PhD at Union Institute in 2010.

Drummer’s directions

they are making the sound of the rain
they are making the sound of the rain

four singers are calling across the sky

eyes closed

mouths open
they are sitting
in the four ways of the wind

singing
that we will get our bearings

~ David Groulx

David Groulx’s poetry has been published in the US,UK, Australia, and Germany. His 3rd book of poetry will be published by Wosak & Wynn.

Fort Hood

i have come
this day

to cry for you

to lie and
lament

my loss
in your passing

carry my tears
precious ones

to sorrowless
skies

where misery
is ended

where we
are the effervescence

in God’s eyes

~ Terry Miller

Terry Miller is a published and award winning poet from Fort Bend County, Texas. His work has been published in The Foundling Review, The Seven Circle Press, The Houston Literary Review, The Edison Literary Review, The Hanging Moss Journal, Willow Tree Poems, anthologies of the Gulf Coast Poets, Sol Magazine and other Texas publications. In January 2010, his poem “The Diagnosis” will appear in the Birmingham Arts Journal. His first book of poetry, The Day I Killed Superman, will be released in 2010. He is a member of the Poetry Society of Texas, the Gulf Coast Poets Society, the founder of the Fort Bend Poets Group and the Fort Bend County Poet Laureate Competition. Terry is a professor of eMarketing and holds an Innovation Fellowship at Kaplan University.

Beloved at 51

[for Dave]

Not born a beauty.

Cheeks planed and plunging,
nose arched like a Roman-bred mare’s.

Life scars, broken bones,
time’s chasms and contradictions.

Faith outweighs truth.

Learn to dine alone,
eyes shielded by my forelock.

I can do this.
No flinching.

The book, the meal, the day,
wearing solitude like my prayer shawl.

When we meet, late lovers,
we celebrate.

A new year,
even as I count on my fingers those already flown.

Beautiful, you tell me,
and in a certain light,

I believe you.

~ dee Hobsbawn-Smith

dee Hobsbawn-Smith is a chef, poet, author, educator and advocate based in Calgary, where she is president of Slow Food Calgary. She is a three-time alumna of The Sage Hill Writing Experience in Lumsden, SK. She writes food, fiction and poetry when she isn’t cooking or painting.

Poem Posted on the Ship’s Door

1. Pull.

Magnets rattle loose in his blood,
radar locked when he crosses her path.
Particles charged with aches he cannot identify or locate,
maverick monkey-stars set adrift from their orbit.

2. Watch your step.

Collide.
He watches her back,
her skin sliding down her skirt,
cotton so careless, flesh loose in the breeze,
lifts above her knees as she ascend the stairs,
imagines she is climbing him.

3. Mind your head.

Nothing intelligent about falling in love.
Nature lays wicked landmines
no time clock, tick of the unexpected, change of the watch
star-shot possibilities, phrases disrupted.
Blindsided.

4. Deck slippery when wet.

Untidiness pools beneath her hips.
His gaze slides around the southern curve
his hand has mapped in dreams.

5. Beware of strong winds.

Unseen buffets from the east, pressure rising.
He imagines kissing her,
the gale, the lull.

~ dee Hobsbawn-Smith

dee Hobsbawn-Smith is a chef, poet, author, educator and advocate based in Calgary, where she is president of Slow Food Calgary. She is a three-time alumna of The Sage Hill Writing Experience in Lumsden, SK. She writes food, fiction and poetry when she isn’t cooking or painting.