blue skies poetry Welcomes New Editors Dymphny Dronyk and Bob Stallworthy

It is my immense pleasure to welcome two new editors to blue skies poetry. As of this month, Calgary poets Dymphny Dronyk and Bob Stallworthy will be taking over editorial duties here. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate National Poetry Month. Many thanks to both of them for taking on this venture.

While Dymphny and Bob need little introduction here in Alberta, I thought readers further away might not be as familiar with their work. Here is a brief introduction for those readers:

blue skies poetry, and its print counterpart, House of Blue Skies, were born over a bottle of wine shared with Calgary poet Dymphny Dronyk. She has been my enthusiastic co-conspirator these past few years, as we co-edited the bestselling anthologies Writing the Land: Alberta Through its Poets (2008) and Home and Away: Alberta Poets Muse on the Meaning of Home (2010).

A talented poet, her first volume of poetry, Contrary Infatuations (Frontenac House, Quartet 2007), was short listed for both the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award and the Stephen G. Stephansson Award for Poetry in 2008. Much of the work in that book explores the intricacies of her life as a writer, editor, mediator, and mother. Dymphny is also the author of the memoir Bibi – A Life in Clay (Prairie Art Gallery, 2009), which chronicles the career of her mother, potter Bibi Clement.

Dymphny is a past-president of the Writers Guild of Alberta and is currently serving on the National Council of the League of Canadian poets.

One of Dymphny’s poems, “Blue Sky Seeks No Definition,” was the very first poem published here at blue skies, and she has been a regular contributor over the years:

- Blue Sky Seeks No Definition
- The Mothers
- Christmas Eve
- Extinction
- A World Without Bees
- Colony Collapse Disorder
- A Sunday Poem
- Our Empty, Empty Bed
- Ode to Al Purdy - A Litter of Poets
- Phoning Home - 1970’s
- Airmail Letters

It has been my pleasure to get to know Calgary poet Bob Stallworthy over the past few years. He worked as a Social Worker for 12 years before beginning to write professionally 26 years ago.

He has been a pillar of the Writers Guild of Alberta, spending the early years of his writing life volunteering as the Book Display Coordinator, a member of the WGA Executive, and running the southern Alberta regional office, which he established, from 1990-1996. He also volunteered as a member of the Executive of the now defunct Calgary Writers Alliance. I have had the pleasure of attending at least one of the more than 150 workshops he has taught in Alberta schools and libraries. In addition, he has been the Writer-in-Residence for the Drumheller Public Library.

Bob has five books, four of which are poetry, published, and his work has appeared in magazines across Canada. Optics (Frontenac House, Quartet 2004), was short-listed for the W.O. Mitchell City of Calgary Book Prize in 2004 and Things that Matter Now (Frontenac House, Quartet 2010) was short-listed for both the W.O. Mitchell City of Calgary Book Prize and the Stephan G. Stephansson Alberta Book Award in 2009. Things that Matter Now will go into a second printing in 2012.

He is a Lifetime member of the Writers Guild of Alberta, a member of the Writers’ Union of Canada and a member of the Young Alberta Book Society.

Over the years, Bob has shared six poems here at blue skies poetry, including “Connect the Dots,” which is one of my all-time favourites:

- Dishonour Among Plants
- So Where is Huck Finn Anyway?
- Connect the Dots
- Fountain of Youth
- Mother’s Day
- Moving with the Flow

I know I am leaving blue skies poetry in good hands with Bob and Dymphny, and I am honoured that they offered to take on this task.

They will each post a note, as well as a new poem, in the coming week.

To celebrate National Poetry Month, they will be featuring Alberta Poets who will be participating in readings sponsored by the League of Canadian poets later this month.

And, of course, they will be looking for new poetry. Please check out the submission guidelines on the About page and consider sending some of your poems for their consideration.

I will be helping behind the scenes a bit this month, and then I will turn them loose in May. I am excited to see what new directions they take this little website in, and I look forward to reading the new poems published here.

Happy reading,
Angela Kublik, Founding Editor

A note from the editor

Since early 2007, it has been my pleasure to edit blue skies poetry. I have been awed and inspired by the poetry that has appeared in my inbox over the years, and I have been privileged to share over 600 hundred of those poems with readers of this website. Out of this site grew another venture, the micro-publisher House of Blue Skies, which allowed Dymphny Dronyk and me to publish two anthologies of poetry by some of Alberta’s finest poets.

Now I have made the decision to stop accepting new submissions for blue skies poetry. Currently I am responsible for the creation of a new library in Fort Saskatchewan and must give this wonderful project my full attention.

While this website will remain live for the foreseeable future, to allow access to the archives, no new poems will be posted. I hope you will take this opportunity to look back at some earlier poems that you may have missed.

House of Blue Skies will continue its good work. If you have any questions, you can contact Dymphny Dronyk at dymphny@gmail.com.

Thank you for sharing your work with me, and for reading the magnificent poetry here.

Sincerely,
Angela Kublik

Best Fortune

Dusk colours the uneven stairs.
I stand on the wooden steps and look around,
the distant sea hidden
behind ancient, towering trees.

I imagine waves
moving fishermen’s boats,
the smell of salmon and tuna
wrapped in seaweed.

Sushi restaurants abound
on the winding streets
of this port town,
tiny gems behind indigo curtains.

Now I climb
the steps two at a time.
At last, I reach the Shiogama Shrine
structures painted in crimson
disciples swing thick ropes,
ring copper bells.

I clap my hands
bend my head in prayer and
later follow the red hakama of a priestess,
fresh snowflakes powder
the hem of her swaying skirt.

White ribbons in her hands,
she ties them to a branch
gives them to the wind.

She helps me unfold my fate
and translates: Best fortune.

~ Sonia Saikaley

Sonia Saikaley has lived in Japan, where she taught English and found the solitude to write. She has also gotten lost in the alleys of Venice but found an amazing pizzeria. Now, in Ottawa, she finds herself surrounded by her big Lebanese family and amidst the chaos and joy, she writes. Her writing has been published in Still Point Arts Quarterly, Monday’s Poem, The Caterpillar Chronicles, Maple Tree Literary Supplement, the anthology Lavandería - A Mixed Load of Women, Wash, and Word, and other publications. She hopes someday to find a home for her poetry collection Turkish Delight, Montreal Winter.

Read more of Sonia Saikaley’s poetry:
- The Island School
- Foreigner’s Etiquette

Midnight Baths

An indigo sky pours moonbeams
over my naked body.

I soak in midnight baths,
avoid curious stares at my full breasts,
my desert dune hips, my olive skin.

The Mediterranean Sea in my bones
ripples as an unexpected body
sinks in the hot spring.
I glance at the folded skin.
Gomen nasai, a woman’s voice cracks.
She gets out quickly but I insist,
It’s okay. Please stay.

I squint and see
melted flesh grown hard with age,
the woman gives me a small smile.

Deep-green woods rise around us.
Autumn swirls the mist like leaves,
up and down,
back and forth.

I close my eyes
and beyond the trees,
whispering leaves,
Nagasaki weeps.

~ Sonia Saikaley

Sonia Saikaley has lived in Japan, where she taught English and found the solitude to write. She has also gotten lost in the alleys of Venice but found an amazing pizzeria. Now, in Ottawa, she finds herself surrounded by her big Lebanese family and amidst the chaos and joy, she writes. Her writing has been published in Still Point Arts Quarterly, Monday’s Poem, The Caterpillar Chronicles, Maple Tree Literary Supplement, the anthology Lavandería - A Mixed Load of Women, Wash, and Word, and other publications. She hopes someday to find a home for her poetry collection Turkish Delight, Montreal Winter.

Read more of Sonia Saikaley’s poetry:
- The Island School
- Foreigner’s Etiquette

For Japan

Our life in this world
A boat rowing out to sea
leaves no trace behind.

~ Andrée Levie-Warrilow

“Poetry has been a way for me to make sense of events in my life. Published poems include 2 Honourable Mentions for poems submitted to the Dorothy Shoemaker Literary Awards Contest (chosen from entries across South Western Ontario), and a poem printed in
Mozaic Magazine, published out of Durham, Ontario.”