ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume V Issue VI

The Cover Art/Photo:

“blue dress, I”

by Rebecca Anne Banks

"blue sky song

morning sun through winter clouds

the trees bare . . . "

blue dress, I

“calling ziggy matto,

calling . . .

if women were flowers

you could fall into that beautiful girl

in that beautiful dress

be that girl

that beautiful girl

in that beautiful dress

in that magazine . . .

and lady cathedral

born in a burnt out basement

our lady of flowers

and like the rain they run

see them run,

flowering dresses

running in the rain”

Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume V Issue VI
(June 2017)

Subterranean Blue Poetry

© 2017

instructions on how to speak the unspeakable
(for Loren)

by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

plumeria : the word

itself is an enigma

, blossom gossamer

multi show & tell


in good hubris we wear

plumage, present air

feather to tether ideas to

how a flock locks sky


with a quill we quell

all the voices that fell

& speak to us instead

, us who hear whispers


smoke curls current to

run errand, signals how

a stress in accent can

change how a message


in botany, speak fluently

on seedpods, release god

whose bloom is fragrant

moment of chiaroscuro


the most beautiful words

in the world are spoken

only by flowers, names

a profound translation of

____________ (insert unspeakable word here)

the timetable of angels
(for Maxine)

by Scott-Patrick Mitchell

blessed be those

who have wings

to leave early, h

-ear bells chime

( home )

the strife of a life

is only as big as

you make it : er

-go trouble’s size


relative. replace

everything by


outer space w/


(ticket collectors take care of them...

Featured Poet: Robert Frost



Robert Frost

I left you in the morning,

And in the morning glow,

You walked a way beside me

To make me sad to go.

Do you know me in the gloaming,

Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?

Are you dumb because you know me not,

Or dumb because you know?

All for me And not a question

For the faded flowers gay

That could take me from beside you

For the ages of a day?

They are yours, and be the measure

Of their worth for you to treasure,

The measure of the little while

That I've been long away.

Missed Connections

Craigslist Maine – Missed Connections – July 26th, 2016 – Anonymous

Green-eyed server at Becky's Diner... - m4w (Portland)

Green, smoldering eyes, dimpled chin, and lovely tattoos of the moon phases.

"Actor" with bad brunette dye job and dark eyes.

We should hang out. Casually at first. Then it will organically become this thing we do - getting together whenever we can. And we will talk and won't want to stop talking. And we will start to miss each other when we're apart for even a day.

And we will get scared, and we will still come back for more. Because, wow.

And eventually talking won't quite be enough.

And we will kiss, and kiss (in the rain, sometimes), and it will be a minor Greek tragedy every time we have to stop.

(N.B.: “and the rain, the rain . . . and the sunlight too” - a note from the editor

“and the ice cream and the ice cream . . . maybe another tattoo” - a note from the other editor

“dance” - says the cat

“ice cream is 4ever” - says the other cat

"you are not getting ice cream, you are getting cake" - says Machiavelli)

Book Reviews

The Paperwork Rebuttal: Modern Love.

Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: The Paperwork Rebuttal

Author: Daniel Roche

Publisher: Philistine Press

Date of Publication: 2013

Pages: 42

“Never gonna fall for
Modern Love walks beside me
Modern Love walks on by
Modern Love gets me to the Church on Time”
-from Modern Love by David Bowie

The Paperwork Rebuttal by Daniel Roche is a modern caper of high angst, at times hilariously funny and at others a true rendering of the art of serious poetry. The poetry is fashioned into public information forms, the kind for filling out income tax, for jury duty, for the dissolution of a marriage, etc. typed and exquisitely neat, yet a soulful, considered rendering of poetry. Sometimes the poetry is high camp, sometimes sincere romance but the creatively ensized words inside boxes is a true stylistic anarchy. Perhaps a protest against the disembodied, sterile, public information function, the “anonymous” population vs. the man, the poetry is a sophisticated personal vent that reshapes the nature of public space, as if denying the autodidact and forcing the public servant/the government/the machine to see him as a human being. Daniel Roche (Poet/writer/playwright/teacher) studied English and creative writing at San Francisco State University earning an M.A. His poetry has been published in journals and his plays performed in San Francisco, California and Taichung, Taiwan. He currently lives and teaches English at a college in Huadu, China.

This exciting new work begins with an Income Tax form and tells the story of a reluctant accountant, which immediately casts a shadow but he is looking for a new career which gives him some redemption. It is the story of his grey routine and everyday grind, boredom with his wife and family, that leads him into an affair with an associate. The story in poetry unfolds in poetic narrative and sometimes in a series of inchoate broken word constructions, at times quite funny and at others serious, there is beautiful garden imagery running through the work and a reunion with a positive ending.

The Jury Duty form contains a narrative of very dark humor about an autodidact working for a mortgage company and his sole cat campanion. There are the older noisy lovers upstairs, with an unfortunate story about his cat, at the end he pulls “accountant” humor about his upcoming role as a jury member.

U.S. Solidarity as Poetry/Indefinite Patriarchal Ailing Report. This is very enigmatic, reminiscent of sterographic poetry, 2 or 3 words in a series of boxes, borders on the DaDa Movement after W.W. I, with completely nonsensical presentation. But may be telling different stories in broken truncated thought forms as if one side of a conversation, an expression of a violent society.

“Department of Transportation HIGHWAY-RAIL GRADE CROSSING OMB No. 2130-0500

                     ACCIDENT/INCIDENT REPORT

1. I’m Jealous of the Driver’s Smouldering Heartache

1a. Enough Loss

1b. As if His Guilt/Blood

2. Contained in the Wreckage are Yellow Heels

2a. Enough Singed

2b. As if my Daughter/Flare

3. Attached to the Tracks are Pennies

3a. Enough Crushed

3b. As if an Afternoon/Complacency

4. Stole My Sense of Fire, of Intimacy, of Laughter

5. Taken by Accident/Lost

6. As if I am Debris/Choking

7. I walk with purpose 8. Retracing 9. Steps 10. Taken Lush

11. Away (She was born in June) 12. Ashamed by my baldness or breath

                                                            Passivity __ Patterned __”

The themes of the poems involve broken personal relationships, whether it is the man living alone with his cat, or the autodidact struggling with his marriage, or a society scion eventually discovering love at a flower stall, these are inside messages of the very conflicted intimate spaces of the Western World, rooted in a Machine Age service economy. My favourite was the Petition for Divorce in which the man being petitioned wants to remain married. This unique presentation, a work of poetry breathing fire.

This groundbreaking book of poetry, mixing dark realism and humor with romanticism is a unique and fantastical read, breaking with traditional styles to be a truly original offering in the New Age Renaissance Republic of Poetry, a brilliant read, The Paperwork Rebuttal by Daniel Roche.

Available @ Philistine Press.

Gog and Magog: post-modernist timepiece.

Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: Gog and Magog

Author: Ciaran O`Driscoll

Publisher: Salmon Publishing

Date of Publication: 1987

Pages: 42

"If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
And still the angels won't receive me"
-from If I should fall from grace with god by The Pogues

Gog and Magog is a simmering drastic in poetry on the “weather” of Ireland in the late 1980`s during the last of sectarian violence at the end of the Twentieth Century. Ciaran O’Driscoll is a Poet/Writer born in Ireland and living in Limerick. He has won literature awards and written 8 books of poetry.

A slow winding narrative, disjointed thoughts, sometimes blunt, sometimes rolling, lends itself to the post-modernist school. The poems dwell in a series of apparently nondescript descriptions, as if painted edges, that winde into a larger picture, as if talking around the center of a storm. As if there is an argument that you can’t name, a war actually, with great violence (and perhaps a hidden personal dialectic). In Ireland, at this time it was a social taboo to talk of the sectarian violence, the times of violence are known as the Troubles. And so the poems in their way are rife with talk. At times the imagery dwells in war, with very violent images that are balanced with the classical essence of nature imagery.


(copperwork figure in a pub, Co Galway)

The entry wound is under the right elbow - here.

And as you can see the neck of the fiddle has

struck the heart. In fact almost the whole fiddle

has entered the body. Only the head and feet

remain intact.

Each arm, each leg, is fifteen fragments;

the trunk an archipelago, a jigsaw

presided over by the moonstruck face.

A relic of geansaí adheres to the neck;

lapels of a vanished coat. A straw hat

crowns this extraordinary apparition.

It fidgets forward in fine copper boots,

its own backbone for walking stick.

A king of shreds and patches, gentlemen, held

together by no thread of consequence. Note how the

fixed grin belies the fact that the night sky floats

through the wounds.

The work is entirely enigmatic and of revelation, all in the same breath, at times fantastical as if someone driven by bizarre circumstances into a very dark humor. The use of language and style is art nouveau, an original take on poetic climes.


It was my wedding day: I remember the

neck of a beer bottle sticking out of my

coat pocket, and someone joking, ‘You’re

armed well.’

And we thought it was a joke

until the major’s wife came in.

We saw that she was crying, and believed

it then.

In Belarus, we have a good memory

for things like that: not far from here,

a village was burned with everyone in


and there’s a copper bell

on the site of every house

that tinkles in the wind,

reminding us.

The title Gog and Magog borrows from Biblical quotes in Ezekiel and Revelations, a prophescy of war against Israel, where God will be called upon to strike down the enemy. In terms of good against evil, and the desire for peace, the analogy is a sticking point. A new take on the violent Western cultural dialectic, and particularly the violence in Ireland, perhaps prophetic, a timepiece in post-modernist poetics 30 years passed. Gog and Magog by Ciaran O’Driscoll.

Available @ OBOOKO.

“o’ the rain

water falling

and falling

into Summer blues . . . “

slow, the blue


Rebecca Anne Banks

slow, the blue midnight sky

the ceilings of rooms

blue, quiet with rain


write to you

into the darkening

of light

alien stars slow, drift across the nightsky

i imagine

you as the perfume of roses

on a carnival Friday

i imagine

you, flower gifts of strait away

in holay cantata

i imagine

you, a thousand blues notes

in my hands.


Rebecca Anne Banks lives in the New Age Renaissance Republic of Poetry. She is the author of over 27 books of poetry, a family cookbook, a book of children’s stories, a book of World Peace Newsletters and a primer on marriage discernment 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).

Robert Frost, famous American poet was born in San Francisco, 1874. He married Elinor Miriam White, his highschool sweetheart. They moved to England where he met with famous British Poets, particularly Ezra Pound who aided in publishing his work. He returned to America and became highly celebrated, winning awards, Poet Frost won the Pulitzer Prize 4 times and was United States Poet Laureate (1958 – 1959). He lived in New England and became a university professor. He is best known for A Boy’s Will (1913), North of Boston (1914), New Hampshire (1923), A Further Range (1936), Steeple Bush (1947), In the Clearing (1962), amongst others.

Ciaran O`Driscoll Poet/Writer/Educator born in Ireland and currently living in Limerick. He has written 8 books of poetry and won literature awards, including the Patrick and Katherine Kavanagh Fellowship in Poetry.

Scott-Patrick Mitchell was born and lives in Perth, Western Australia. He won the Perth Poetry Slam (2016), the WA Poets Inc Creatix Poetry Award (2015) and performed at THE 24 HOUR PERFORMANCE POEM, a full day of poetry improvisation. Poet Mitchell’s latest poetry collection, inner pity poems (2016) is available from Department of Poetry.

Daniel Roche, (Poet, playwright, writer, teacher) earned an M.A. in creative writing and English from San Francisco State University. His poetry has been published in journals, Branches Quarterly, Concrete Wolf, Edgar Literary Review amongst others. He has written stage plays that have been performed in Taichung, Taiwan and San Francisco, California. Currently, he teaches English and creative writing at a College in Huadu, China.