ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume V Issue IX

The Cover Art/Photo:


by Rebecca Anne Banks

"all the sylvan birds

gather in the tree,

in the rain . . . “


once, she flew with angels

up in the light,

o’ supra sallius

in the light

a falling away

high, high up inside

the cathedral

the cat plays all the roles in catsburg

the disparu cat, falls inside

spoon leaf greens and walnuts

the ires of Compton

the whispers of death, too sweetheart

there is an amphibian in the wall . . .

“i miss you

the birds, quiet

come and go . . . "

Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume V Issue IX
(September 2017)

Subterranean Blue Poetry

© 2017

River Song

by Ayame Whitfield

stars grow

by the side of the highway

and your mother sings

and the headlights

shine bright on both.

your mother, the river

and the moon. her limbs

black and languid,

her tongue a shivering

sliver of bone.

tire-screech and dark water


chasing sunshine lines

down the center of the road,

down into dusk. enlighten,

she keens. the river

she keeps

laps at your hands

and the stars drown.


by Ayame Whitfield

this is a poem

that knows what it is.

the literary equivalent

of a skipped breath, stuttered heartbeat.

an ode to the song about loss

that hums between the lines

of every other poem.

something like an elegy.

this poem

is not a confessional,

only a quiet regret.

not the horizon,

only the bottomless depths.

just an accounting of all the things

that slipped through my fingers--

my mother’s necklace,

the sound of the sky,

your heart.

Featured Poet: Sappho




Tonight I’ve watched

The moon and then

the Pleiades*

go down

The night is now

half-gone; youth

goes; I am

in bed alone.

*a star formation.

Missed Connections

Craigslist Montreal – Missed Connections – January 12th, 2015 - Anonymous

Dance Floor For Life - m4w (80)

Hey there


(N.B.: dancin’, dancin’, dancin’ . . . – a note from the editor

“where is my dancin’?” – says the other editor

“eatin’ chocolates* . . . an’ ice cream” – says the cat

*Disclaimer: no cats (except the Poet) were fed chocolate. the cat had beef.

“give the cat cake” – says Machiavelli)

Book Reviews

No Right on Red: an art nouveau storybook in poetry.

Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: No Right on Red

Author: Helen Hajnoczky

Publisher: above/ground press

Date of Publication: 2017

Pages: 10

“Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head”
- from A Day in the Life by the Beatles

No Right on Red is an art nouveau storybook in the New Age Renaissance Republic of Poetry by Helen Hajnoczky. The Poet/Poetry Editor, a Canadian of Hungarian descent, lives and works in Calgary, Canada. She has studied and received degrees from the University of Calgary and McGill University. She has been published in journals and published books and chapbooks, this is her third Chapbook publication with above/ground press.

This Chapbook is revolutionary, an exciting take on the life of an artist in the post-industrial society. The presentation is a series of staccato lines, each line a separate thought/subject, together forming a truncated narrative. Each sentence begins with the letter “We”. Seemingly innocuous, this is in fact very powerful. It means that the Poet is living their life in concert with at least one other person. It means they are going to places, doing things, together. It means they are thinking in concert, and think the same way, which is idyllic if perhaps unrealistic, an interesting mythology. This “We” takes the edge off any darkness or any aloneness of the Artist’s path. Instead of a single violin playing, it is an orchestra in chorus, challenging the lone wolf/orphan elder’s, a common reality of this transitionary society.

“We are waiting at a red light to turn right. We
are glad we don’t live in a city where people our
age have their own houses and careers and
cars and kids. We are remembering the time we
saw Leather Face at Fouf’s. We are
remembering the time we threw up in Fouf’s.
We are getting drunk at Blue Sunshine
Watching A Christmas Story and Black
Christmas. We are buying Pall Mall 20 packs
because we can’t afford 25. We are lying in the
grass at Jeanne-Mance.”

The Chapbook is the story of a girl Artist/student, and her friend(s), living and working in Montreal. It is experiential, everything is happening now, breath in life, even if things are difficult. There is talk of job interviews, friends leaving for other cities, friends taking jobs elsewhere, crying, throwing up, smoking, what they are eating, biking, watching baseball, going to school, playing gigs . . . a smorgasbord of life. The story is avant garde, enigmatic, a truth-telling, a travelogue to places Montreal, the gritty side of a day in the life, perhaps not having a lot of monies, living in inexpensive places, the underside of heartache in a war economy, the edge taken off of everything with “We”.

Borrowing from the Beat Poetry tradition, an evolution in New Age literature. Truly a gifted Poet, a brilliant write from Generation Y, No Right on Red by Helen Hajnoczky.

Available @ above/ground press.

Songs for Orente: a love song.

Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: Songs for Orente

Author: Psalm A Praise

Publisher: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Date of Publication: 2017

Pages: 65

“when i close my eyes and i think of the memory” - from Right Now by Seyi Shay

Songs for Orente is a suite of poetry from Psalm A Praise, the Poet gazing at the moon, in worship of the Muse, a Nigerian love song. Psalm A Praise is a Poet, novelist, teacher and gospel singer from Nassarawa State, Nigeria. He speaks Yoruba, Hausa and English.

This poetry is an original and exciting presentation of the English language. With new word juxtapositions and imagery, the Poet brings a fresh gaze to the genre of the love poem, creating new synergies in the New Age Renaissance Republic of poetry. The poetry is in the masculine essence, the god of war in love formation, writing love poetry. There is use of nature and death imagery that intertwines, like the dark and light side of the moon, creating a dialectic and a dance in love. The poetry is driven by passion and the heat of landscape in the African sky.


Did the arrow mishit

And leave you to groan in pain?

Did it pierce so hard

And leave you ignorant at its pull?

It should have stayed

It should have glued to your heart

Or maybe it wasn’t your heart it struck

Yes! It was the wrong point

Is that why you detest Love?

Is that why you are afraid of another arrow?

Oh! Anytime you try to kiss love,

Do your teeth come in Between?

But, cupid has shot again

This time, merging our heart with a different poison

The poison has taken over me

Let me remain please in this state

For, to love you

Is a dream come true

There is original imagery in the everyday of Nigeria, usually linked to food, with local colloquialisms, revealing the beautiful/conflicted soul of Nigeria. Also, there is allusions to music and dance and the heart, the beautiful love potion in the Poet’s repertoire of magic, that sings in the art of the love song.


When your love rains

I’ll paint it with thoughts

Ushered from the depth of words

Living in an expecting heart

The street will sing our song

As I will dry ocean of words

To write the lyrics

Even orchestras will sing only you

When your love rains

I’ll be nude to bath

As it will wash my pains

And yield love’s gain

Let your love rain

Rain in abundance

Till my heart can’t contain

Till all I know is you

This poetry is considered, and in cadence as if a series of songs. The rhythm is achieved through the repetition of words, and the occasional use of rhyme in rhyming couplets.

An affair of the heart, blown into love poetry, the worship of the Muse, the stars and the moon in the nightsky. The magic of Africa, the magic of love poetry, Songs for Orente by Psalm A Praise.

Available @ Amazon.ca. (pending)

“orange sunlight

on golden bird

this blue evening . . . "

a found-in at the “no” palace
(o’ f*!&, you f*!&, you f*!&)


Rebecca Anne Banks

perfection adored me


adored perfection

indubitably, undoubtedly

to broach . . .

to begin the begine

walking and walking

talking through wells and golden bridges

through a thousand years and time

a found in

at the “no” palace

the silence

the master of the throne

the king of nothing

in idlewiles of sunlight

friends of the Alamo

quia genco

“a garden,

you can sleep in a garden”

close to Louis Osprey’s number


berczy croft

only what is real

love and sorrow

sorrow and love

and he said “and hope the storm breaks in the night”

and love

he took me to love,

the breath inside the night.


Rebecca Anne Banks lives in the New Age Renaissance Republique of Poetry. She is the author of over 30 books of poetry, a guide to the Holy Spirit Way, a primer on marriage discernment, a family cookbook, a book of children’s stories and a book of World Peace Newsletters all available at Amazon.ca. She is also the CEO/Artist at Tea at Tympani Lane Records (www.tympanilanerecords.com) and The Book Reviewer at The Book Reviewer (www.thebookreviewer.ca).

Helen Hajnoczky (Poet/Poetry Editor) lives and works in Calgary, Canada. A first generation Canadian, her people are from Hungary, she has studied at the University of Calgary and McGill University. She has been published in anthologies and journals. She has written 3 Chapbooks "A history of button collecting" (2010), "The Double Bind Dictionary" (2013) and "No Right on Red" (2017) published by above/ground press. She has also written poetry books, Poets and Killers: A Life in Advertising (2010) and Magyaràzni (2016).

Psalm A Praise is a Poet/novelist/teacher/gospel singer living in northern Nigeria. He speaks English, Yoruba, and Hausa.

Sappho, Ancient Greek lyric Poet born in the 7th century B.C. in Lesbos, Greece. Her poetry was lyrical often sang with the lyre and she wrote to both men and women. Her poetry was compiled into 9 volumes on papyrus and kept at the Library of Alexandria, although much of her poetry did not survive until the present day. Plato called her “the 10th Muse”.

Ayame Whitfield lives in Massachusetts. Reading and writing have both fascinated me from a very young age. I have been previously published in school literary magazines and in Timeless Tales Magazine, as well as having placed seventh out of 250 submissions in Wax Poetry’s 11th Poetry Contest.