ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VI Issue VIII
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The Cover Art/Photo:

“In sunlight”

by Rebecca Anne Banks










"o’ quiet

the days in

barrios

streets and streets

in sunlight . . ."


the bearer’s of insignia

bearing

rupture

basket barrel

bluesheart cousin

tatterdemalion

walks in the traffic

and so much

and so much

and so much

promise


sweet episcopal violets

in boystown

the ringholds

in the movies

fellows of the catterwall

“swell, Ruby Tuesday, swell”

sundown

haunted mansion

“demenagements”

out of the mists rides the saviour


strings of painted flags

run through the treetops

taking photos

in the parc


as i unkoreaed the kitchen

the first day

not the first day,

the first day

away from entropy


(the light is on

in the orange soda car

in the middle of the night)


falling stars

and summer aperatures

open

sleeping fountains

the cottage lawn

dic peel

dic peel

dic peel

oped flowers

cherry sigham

i was born alone


and the night

sang sweet

songs

of moonlight

hearts are wild,

blue"










Subterranean Blue Poetry
 
Volume VI Issue VIII
 
(August 2018)










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MAINE, OR HOW TO LEAVE YOUR LOVER FOR GOOD

by Monica Prince


I.

If you are there,
I cannot venture closer.
My body can only handle so much loss
across this grand continent,
and the northeast has reached its quota.

Maine has the most coastline
of any U.S. state. Off one of those coasts,
you tried to teach me how to swim.
You never believed my fear of saturated oceans,
of unidentifiable insects, no electricity.
You assumed anyone can get used to anything -
in that cold Atlantic water,
you said I would never drown.


II.

One summer, we snuck into Canada in a canoe.
No one was looking for us.

You promised to save me if we capsized
but I was more concerned with my blood -
if dark blue love was enough to keep veins filled
after the adrenaline of dying reabsorbed.

You promised to save me,
the odds stacked against eternity
since that first hesitant I love you.

I used to search for you between heartbeats
and in songs played backwards.

The trick to living forever is to never fall
— overboard, out of line, in love too soon.


III.

This map wears your last few fingerprints,
saying, There, outside Newport, somewhere
by a lake—that’s where we’ll disappear.

Now, your version of safety includes
cryptic letters with generic stamps, no return address.

I imagine your fire, your axe, a cabin
made of broken vows, careful lumber
peeled by softened callouses on tired hands.

We don’t talk about how you used to touch me.

My dreams find you in those woods, whisper, We belong -


IV.

But I can’t get used to it—bright fields,
big trees, air so fresh my lungs burn.
I can’t get used to not loving you,
to all these months without a word, to staring
at open skies and blowing kisses in hopes
some passing angel will deliver them to you.

I never learned to swim.

Where you hide, I hope your sorrow
does not suffocate you like painted nail beds,
that your body remembers me briefly
after brewing tea or kissing the ground
during morning salutations.

I hear Maine is beautiful in the fall.
No one is ever looking for anyone there,
too distracted by syrup, leaves falling in their eyes.









NYMPHS OF THE SCREENS

by Michael Rather, Jr.


An aged man’s fingers aren’t nimble enough to evoke
them. Unbidden they often speak back our words,
and say “I didn’t catch that.” But they learn from our
tongues bouncing in the palette. Such dreams
as where to find the nearest Dairy Queen,
or how do I get home? We even ask them “What
is the meaning of this life?” And get the Delphic
response: Life: the condition that distinguishes
animals and plants from inorganic matter, including
the capacity . . . before the screen grows dark
and the insight is lost, unless asked again.
O’ fabled nymph of the screen, your soothing
machine voice sings clarity when you are sorry.
No human woman is ever as sorry as you are,
ghost who we hold and ask for our lover’s
numbers from. Ghost who reminds us we are alone.










Featured Poet: Li Ching Chao

THE SUN SETS IN MOLTEN GOLD

by

Li Ching Chao



The sun sets in molten gold.
The evening clouds form a jade disk.
Where is he?
Dense white mist envelops the willows.
A sad flute plays “Falling Plum Blossoms.”
How many Spring days are left now?
This Feast of Lanterns should be joyful.
The weather is calm and lovely.
But who can tell if it
Will be followed by wind and rain?










Missed Connections

Craigslist Montreal – Missed Connections – February 1st, 2016 – Anonymous



100 bus - m4w

body: average   height: 6'1"(185cm)   status: single   age: 29


Hey there, you used to take the 100 bus on de Reims and cremazie around 1 o'clock I used to flirt with you and tell you that you are beautiful, I don't see you there no more . . .

(N.B.: "she’s got another lover . . ." – a note from the Editor

"I don’t know how I’m going to survive" – a note from the other Editor

"Fritos . . . " – says the Cat

" . . . and Coke" – says the other Cat

"No Fritos and no coke for you Cats" – says Machiavelli

"hugs, Machiavelli" – says the Cat

"F#!* you" – says Machiavelli and leaves by the back door)










Book Reviews



Flashes and Verses . . . Becoming Attractions, inside L.A. blues


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: Flashes and Verses . . . Becoming Attractions

Author: Adrian Ernesto Cepeda

Publisher: Unsolicited Press

Date of Publication: 2018

Pages: 93


"Time it was,
And what a time it was
It was . . . "
- from Old Friends/Bookends by Simon and Garfunkel


A New Age blues cover, Flashes and Verses . . . Becoming Attractions poetry that lives inside Hollywood, poetry that connects the stars at night by Adrian Ernesto Cepeda. Adrian Ernesto Cepeda is an Hispanic Poet living and working in L.A., studying at Antioch University. He has been widely published in anthologies and poetry journals, including Subterranean Blue Poetry, Blog Nostics, The Fem, Journal of Artistic Creation and Literary Research, Luna Luna Magazine, Nonbinary Review, San Diego Review, Silver Birch Press, Spilt Ink Poetry, The Yellow Chair Review amongst others. He has had a Chapbook published with Red Mare Press and Flashes and Verses . . . Becoming Attractions is his first published book of poetry.

In the tradition of the great Spanish Poets, this poetry lives inside the passion of hot Summer, automobiles and highways by the ocean. At its best the love/sex imagery drifts in and out of pictures, in and out of ecstasy, the poem as lover becomes. The disjointed thought train weaves elegantly in mystery with original use of word juxtapositions and original stories.

The Poet does homage to Hollywood greats creating sketches in poetry, including Dizzy Gillespie, Michael Jackson, Billie Holiday, Muhammad Ali, David Bowie and particularly Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra and Marlon Brando amongst others, the stars of Hollywood nights. He uses inspiration quotes as lead ins to some of his poems, including quotes by Curtis E. Mazie, Marilyn Monroe, Philip K. Dick, Tom Robbins, Laurel K. Hamilton, Rae Armantrout amongst others. Particularly good is the poem “She Returns Framed in Darkness” with the lead in quote “As for me, I am a watercolor, I wash off” by Anne Sexton. This Writer also loved the poem “We Couldn’t Even Afford To Go Inside” about the financially struggling artist’s life, his Artist lover Ivy how they would roll blunts with the pages of their books and only enough monies for one of them to go to the Art Museum, so one of them would wait outside as the other filmed the exhibit on their cell phone. A beautiful sepia picture poem of a lover, a time, a summer.

The poem, “Buzz Me” is about his barber Chau, a time piece caption of L.A., the 21st century man and the thinking machine.

“I nod like a catcher

waiting for the heat, buzz me –

last week felt like a losing streak

I need a victory, I say Already

like my superhero, he knows, the sign;

No miracles man, I’m feeling invisible –

Just resurrect me, this time.”

A New Age Renaissance Republic work, the life of an L.A. Poet inside the days and Hollywood nights, inside the L.A. blues. A beautiful first collection of poetry, a true poetic talent, This Writer is looking for more from this Poet, Flashes and Verses . . . Becoming Attractions by Adrian Ernesto Cepeda.

Available @ Amazon.com.













small bed & field guide


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: small bed & field guide

Author: Valerie Coulton

Publisher: above/ground press

Date of Publication: 2018

Pages: 36


“A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl’s best friend”
- from Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend by Jule Styme and Leo Robin. Sung by Marilyn Monroe.


small bed & field guide is a rhythmic offering in the ontological, a Beat poetry tradition progression that rails and falls by Valerie Coulton and above/ground press. Valerie Coulton lives in Barcelona and has written 3 books of poetry published by Apogee Press. She has co-authored lirio and anonymous (published by Dancing Girl Press) with her Poet husband Edward Smallfield.

The long poem is a series of short blunt lines in fantastical, that fall to the ground as if not expecting to take root, as if in trepidation. The blunt stilted rhythm reminds This Writer of a tedious crossing of long time. The words in images hang in the air in a subtle violence, a quiet liturgy of plaint, dark imagery weaving. The disjointed thought train is mystery, that builds a hidden story of all is not well, an allusion to cultural mishap, love life mishap. It is as if someone was expected to apologize for not being blonde.

"Green as reddish pomegranates outside

wall’s authority. Hour for choosing is

brief and breaking into briefer. Forsaking

jewels for sweetness: day closes over.

When memory of a lover surges up, turn

your head. Brush brittle bodies of beetles,

etc. from windowsills: always seek

definition of clean.

Go into sea’s bed and sleep"

The broken images roll out, sometimes allusions to broken love affairs, considered in layered pictures of nature, the home and the machine. It is an inside story of as the day passes, a truthtelling. Images of the weather, sky, trees, butterflies, on the homefront food, language are expertly woven with photos, the auto, the machine. The image created is often fatastical with DaDa influences, often surreal.

"Blue plastic, green glass. Hunt

unwanted filaments by magnifying

mirror. Gamified, chooses patterned ice

cube tray at German house wares shop

under high flourescents."

An original brilliant work in the magic of New Age poetry shine, small bed & field guide by Valerie Coulton.

Available @ above/ground press.











"slow

cat

moving slow

the sky

grey and quiet . . ."



in sunlight

by

Rebecca Anne Banks



when I rouse in sleep

I hear footsteps in the hallway

and no one is there

when I am alone

on the back of the dragon, the war

the darkness,

without you.

In sunlight

there, not there

the loved one

there, not there

love is love

light is light

I survive

the thinking dreams

the journeyman

how many worlds

were they going to burn down

just turn a little closer

to the penny arcade

the light

"55"

"55"

"55"

the casual occlusions


the beauty

in the familiar

inside boxes

they all walk

downtown

inside boxes

boxes of the familiar

love is love

there, not there

the loved one,

there, not there

in sunlight.










Biography



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, a primer on marriage discernment, a family cookbook, a book of children’s stories, a book of World Peace Newsletters, all available at Amazon.ca and other Amazon Stations. She has produced 3 CD`s of Folk/Rock music and has 17 CD’s of music awaiting production. She is also the CEO/Artist at Tea at Tympani Lane Records (www.tympanilanerecords.com), The Book Reviewer at The Book Reviewer (www.thebookreviewer.ca) and the Quilt Artist at Kintsugi Art Quilts (www.kintsugiartquilts.com).

Adrian Ernesto Cepeda (Poet, Teacher, Student) lives in L.A. He is an Hispanic Poet studying English and Writing at Antioch University. He has been featured in anthologies and poetry journals, including Subterranean Blue Poetry, Blog Nostics, The Fem, Journal of Artistic Creation and Literary Research, Luna Luna Magazine, Nonbinary Review, San Diego Review, Silver Birch Press, Spilt Ink Poetry, The Yellow Chair Review amongst others. He has published a Chapbook (Red Mare Press) and his first published book of poetry is Flashes and Verses . . . Becoming Attractions (Unsolicited Press).

Le Ching Chao (Poet, book collector, art collector, antiquarian, calligrapher) was born into an elite family. She wrote 6 volumes of lyrics, of which only 50 survive until the present day. Her husband, Chao Te-Fu collected art, he would purchase a piece and fruit and together they would eat the fruit and admire the new treasure.

Valerie Coulton an American Poet, lives in Spain with her Poet husband Edward Smallfield. She has published 3 books of poetry Open Book, The Cellar Dreamer and passing world pictures (Apogee Press) and is co-author of lirio and anonymous (Dancing Girl Press) with Edward Smallfield.

Monica Prince received her MFA in poetry from Georgia College & State University. Her work has appeared in MadCap Review, Texas's Best Emerging Poets, TRACK//FOUR, The Shade Journal, and elsewhere. Her creative nonfiction essay, "How to Survive a Break-up: Quit Smoking," was nominated for Best of the Net 2017 by MadCap Review, and her choreopoem, Sestina: A Black Woman in Six Parts, will be produced in April 2018. She writes and teaches at Susquehanna University.

Michael Rather, Jr.’s poetry has appeared in Star82, The Concho River Review, Borderlands, The Rio Grande Review, Suburban Diaspora, and The Greensboro Review. His work has also been published as limited edition broadsides through Yellow Flag Press. He teaches composition, literature, and creative writing at Lamar State College-Orange in Orange, TX.