ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VI Issue XII

The Cover Photo/Art:

David Bowie's Place at Mustique Island

"watch the stereolight,

watch the nightsky . . ."

for the love of Driscoll's

"i am sitting

there is nothing

in this moment to the next

watch the sky,

neither memory



watch the sky

as if all the furniture has been removed

i stood looking at his face

dreams in greyscale

big in Roncesvalles

(how could someone survive without their art collection)

he said "I have cancer"

come for coffee

let the night hold us

bang quiet, the lights blow out.

he is lost

somewhere in cinemascope

babe Fitzbang


my half brother

the broken ice

of no shared remembrance

half a lifetime


the dance


no dance

no dance

bang quiet, the lights blow out.

the face of reality

i see your face

the filmreels, the last call and rail

(the satanists)

will we be clean

will we be clean

will we ever be clean

in the room of goodbye

(the cat appears

is jerked back behind the mirror as if by unseen hands)

"a love,

a love that never ends . . . "

some blonde answers the phone,

bang quiet, the lights blow out"

Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VI Issue XII
(Christmas, 2018)

Subterranean Blue Poetry

© 2018


For David Bowie

by Chris Stolle

"They've got Bowie
playing on the radio."
- Diane Birch, "Superstars"

Stars do look very different today.
Their tops have been joyously removed,
yearning to receive this new ethereal soul.
Some have rusted shut or lost their bauble glow;
they try to boil their bulbous fires to appear brighter,
hoping to pull him inward through lightning osmosis.

Something begins to pulsate-a comet soaring
from our earthly plane toward golden horizons.
He will shine new light upon us fragmented drones;
he will ignite in every lost soul hopes that need fuel.
We shall not let our dormant temptations seduce us;
he shall not diminish in his influence upon our salvation.

There he crests. There he zooms. There he streaks.
Burn, David. Burn slowly as you throttle forward
into that vast darkness that bleeds with regret.
You empathetic beacon. You dazzling cavalcade.
You victory marcher who bridged our offbeats.
We'll wait in our dreams for your resurrection.


by Norma Kerby

halfway through the labyrinth
temples throbbing
music pounding
forward is beyond
backwards has vanished
halfway through the labyrinth

captured by a maze
each step takes her further
away from innocence
grasping at vines and
hairy beasts she pretends
to chase infancy but
bursts through doors
it haunts
dark hallways she runs and
runs towards the dance

so, you think you are in control

too young to know the answer
         too old to care
          his music sends
her mind twirling into danger
forgetful of toys and rules
forgetful of rocks rolling
  down slopes glistening
       with his songs

"takes her in
takes her nowhere . . ."
- from Young Americans by David Bowie

"trees of elencampane

in the warm wind

the autumn sun . . . "

England towne

she is a Port Darling manufacturer

screamin Hildegarde

manuvox character

the ritual of NoMan

you find love where it lives

a beade and hollow

you find love

(where it lives)


blue hotel rooms

in the road

the grif of no

the haunted object


someone's secret blue pass

the nothing

in nowhere

he is disparu

she is nowhere

rien de rien

no food

no shelter

no clothes

in the street

rien de rien

at the station

of the blue Venus

things weren't meant to be broken,

they were meant to be . . .

you who make me see sunshine

my calico rose

for the love of pretty things

child servant of deotosha

as if from the place of dreams

when there is nothing left to say

all the things left unsaid.




Wallace Stevens

The palm at the end of the mind,
Beyond the last thought, rises
In the bronze decor,

A gold-feathered bird
Sings in the palm, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a foreign song.

You know then that it is not the reason
That makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine.

The palm stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly in the branches.
The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.


Paris Craigslist - Missed Connections - November 21st, 2016 - "Pete"

20 year's in Paris - m4w (Branford)


Dear 20 year's in Paris
On April 17th I gave you a ride from Wesleyan university in CT to union station New Haven.
It changed my life forever
I have been connected to you since the moment I saw you.
You are my soulmate. I think you know that!
Never got your name................................

If you see this please contact me. If you know a women/ teacher from the U.S that fits this description, please show this to her.

Thank you

(N.B.: "the last time I saw her face . . ." - a note from the editor

"her eyes were bathed in starlight . . ." - a note from the other editor

"we take a break in this program to inform you that David Bowie has died" - says Machiavelli

"ICE CREAM" - says the cat

"I want to buy all of his records" - says the other cat

"MORE ICE CREAM" - says the cat)



Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: A Complicated Woman

Author: Kimberlynne Darby Newton

Publisher: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Date of Publication: 2018

Pages: 48

"These were our macaroni days."
- from Stolen Kisses, Starlit Caresses: A Journey by Kay Kinghammer

A Complicated Woman, is a beautiful book of poetry, celebrating revelations in life and love, a progression into the New Age. This book is dedicated to the Poet Kay Kinghammer best known for writing Stolen Kisses, Starlit Caresses: A Journey and the unforgettable line in the Epilogue "these were our macaroni days". Kimberlynne Darby Newton is a former university professor who began writing poetry to help with healing after a stroke. She has become the consummate Poet with a very considered style and is one of the greatest American Poets of the 21st century.

A Complicated Woman is poetry in a series of revelations of the goddess, the Poet as Oracle, the word awake. Revelations in love and life, revelations in family. A creationist mythology that breathes light out of the darkness of racism and oppression. After a life of experience, a celebration of Zen and the wisdom of The Oracle, in a fantastical offering of the celebrated Poet's craft.

A huge spiritus, her experience of love from her mother gives her all is, which is portrayed in poems that speak of her mother, her husband and her son and projects out into the world, a beacon of light in the dark night. There are a series of poems about her mother, her family which like all of her work, are rich and vibrant, like a wellspring. "Sisters" is a celebration of solidarity with women through the goddess. "Little Girl" is a lament about a child she knows. "Revolution" is about the love of her husband and exists within the violent imagery of a war won. "First Love" is a fantastical story of her first lover. "Lullabye" is for children growing into adulthood and the need to fight for love. "Flight of Flower Birds" is about the magic of hummingbirds. Each poem a gift of a story in celebrated language inside the spiritus of the Creator.

The poetry comes from an empowered place of "us" and "us" as she raises her voice and our spirits from a place of embattlement against injustice. This poetry is a progression in Beat Poetry, short lines, writing stories in poetry in both the first and 3rd person. She invents new words and brings new life to the English language through Black meme from the southern U.S. A brilliant ensuite of poetry that underlines the importance of love, the celebration. The importance of love in longterm happy committed marriage and the importance of family. With the wisdom of loving people through conflict and darkness. Poetry, the magic, A Complicated Woman by Kimberlynne Darby Newton.

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Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: Die Deeper Into Life

Author: Claudia Rankine, Denise Riley, Maggie Nelson

Publisher: Penguin Random House U.K.

Date of Publication: 2017

Pages: 132

"Why is that sad look in your eyes"
- from Tell Me Where It Hurts by M.Y.M.P.

Die Deeper Into Life is the 6th in a series of "Modern Poets" by Penguin Random House U.K. Each book consists of excerpts of the work of 3 renowned Poets writing in the 21st century. This book of poetry features work by Claudia Rankine, Denise Riley and Maggie Nelson.

The title is telling, Die Deeper Into Life, gives an oeuvre into the suffering wound, dwelling inside the darkness of the overconstructed postmodern Western world with the broken social scene, broken love lives and cult of ego culture, each of these outstanding women Poets brings a sense of themselves, their soul rhythms and experience inside the writer's craft to their work. All 3 Western women Poets write largely in poetic narrative, are considered and publicly acclaimed, bridging the Industrial Age era into the New Economy.

Claudia Rankine is a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets, teaches at Yale University and has received many awards and honours including fellowships with the Guggenheim Foundation, and the National Endowment of the Arts. She has written 5 books of poetry, including Nothing in Nature is Private (1994), The End of the Alphabet (1998), Plot (2001), Don't Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric (2004) and Citizen: An American Lyric (2014), 2 plays, including Provenance of Beauty: A South Bronx Travelogue (2009), contributed to several video collaborations and is the poetry editor of several poetry anthologies.

A shadowed Victorian day hospital, this poetry rolls out in poetic narrative with Imagist influences spins into day mares and Surrealist spaces. This poetry begins somewhere firmly rooted in reality, creates as if the Poet were in public spaces, with her thoughts spinning into spaces of fear. Dealing with themes of racism and death, the poetry brushes with the underlying American horror movie esplanade, zombies, vampires, monsters, witches with the occasional angel, a subtle violence becoming louder. The illumination that it didn't matter if you were gifted, if you were stupid, if you were blonde or non-blonde, if you had no redeeming features everyone was systemically ruined by someone through broken love bonds that translates as emotioinal violence and perhaps actual violence. This poetry is a magic awakening of the Spirit into the dark spaces of the lonely disembodied universe, the constant watch for violence and how it destroys the peace of angels. A brilliant and considered read.

Denise Riley is a renowned Poet and philosopher. She is a professor at UEA in London and has held teaching positions at universities in the United States, the U.K. and Europe. She has written many philosophical works on feminism, early childhood, language and several books of poetry, Including Marxism for Infants (1977), Dry Air (1985), Mop Mop Georgette (1993), Penguin Modern Poets 10 (1996), Selected Poems (2000) and Say Something Back (2016).

New Age Renaissance poetic works that bang and recede in poetic narrative with Confessional and Beat poetry influences. This poetry breathes in original use of language and images, rooted in colours and the natural world while presenting a high degree of personal introspection. Themes of loneliness, violence, death, loss (of a son, possibly a lover(s)) dialogues as if the Poet is a witness creating a journal of days. Some of the endings of poems are bit offerings as if the thoughts are Escher black ink drawings, hallways and stairs that are blocked.

One of my favourite poems is:

"Lure, 1963

Navy near-black cut in with lemon, fruity bright lime green.
I roam around around around around acidic yellows, globe . . . "

As if she is painting a picture interspersed with a longing for a lover, the poem becomes a fantastical poem of want. A beautiful montage of wordscapes, a commentary on the emotional and actual violence of life in the West.

Maggie Nelson (Poet, literary critic and non-fiction writer) lives and works in Los Angeles and won a MacArthur 'Genius' Fellowship in 2016 and other awards. She has written: Jane: A Murder (2005), The Red Parts: Autobiography of a Trial (2007), Women, the New York School, and Other True Abstractions (2007), Bluets (2009), The Art of Cruelty: A Reckoning (2011), The Argonauts (2015) as well as the poetry collections Shiner (2001), The Latest Winter (2003) and Something Bright, Then Holes (2007).

This poetry is a darker Victorian day hospital with a Spanish oeuvre, it is a dark poetic narrative based in realism. Elements of Confessional poetry influences with original word juxtapositions and images, the poetry is exciting even if it seems to be couched in an Eraser Head* movie, as if gulag poetry. Some of the poems dwell on themes of a lost lover, or casual sexual encounter, the book of Jane about the murder of a woman, "A Halo over the Hospital" is a story of her friend who has become a paraplegic and how the Poet is looking after her, the poetry celebrates the microscopic truth, dwells in places of the body, sex as an end in itself without commitment. From Bluets, the Poet confesses to love the colour blue and a rich dialogue travels about blue, love, lovers,

"20. Fucking leaves everything as it is. Fucking may in no way
interfere with the actual use of language. For it cannot give it
any foundation either. It leaves everything as it is."

The dark hallways and passages of the furniture factory.

The Argonauts a first-person narrative about being the wife of a transgendered person is a very eloquent story of love.

Full of rich literary coins, fantastical imagery and original juxtapositions of words, these Poets are an exciting example of the craft of Poetry inside progressions from the Confessional, Beat, and Imagist schools into the postmodernist age. Excerpts from the 21st century House of New Age poetry greats, Die Deeper Into Life from Penguin Random House U.K.

* A movie by David Lynch.

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“She pressed her ear against the shell;
she wanted to hear everything
he never told her”

- from Tablets
by Dunya Mikhail

diamonds and pearls


Rebecca Anne Banks

“the winter sky heavy,

trees caught in blue

places without . . . “

so dark the sky

I could have imagined

black velvet

a diamond dinner ring

(how quick the flash of diamonds on a long day)

all on an overcast afternoon

the cast of a white rose

that haunts

prayers over flowers

skies over blue

a shadow in dreams

the gypsy girl sits under a tree

lays out the cards

divining fortunes, looks for love

but she is older

there is something missing …

this is something one did when young

not after the horse before the cart

not after the,

maybe the forests bleed

stopped by the colour blue

the white duke . . . by boy corps,

perhaps death in a foreign land

as his heart kisses the sky

pearls in season . . .

last season

the white rose, floated, bloomed in shadow

between us

caught in the quiet of the overcast sky

and silence

I watch the doorway for you

drink my coffee

the silence of the white stone god descends

in shadowland,

as some white/black iconoclast child plays the piano

the tin drum, watches

some snotnosed child

burning matches in winter

smelling only death

a dime shill

a story written by Dicken’s and a shotglass

a borrowed land that values only winning

“if we win we live”, while everyone has died,

the cult of ego values . . .

I looked for you after the gift of a thousand love songs

some cast off prisoner of war

surrounded by silence, a wire cage

a bird, that sings

after years of disallure,

his hat in hand,

smells death on the sidewalk

steps away into shadow,

some unwritten history

unwritten lifetime,

the silence

two people stare into a mirror

love of a thousand years

some giant wave of the sea

turns, on war and time again,

falls, as the snow of winter falls

cold, as she gathers the scarf around her,

wanders out

into the shadows of the street.

"I read the news today oh boy
about a lucky man who made the grade . . . "
- from A Day in the Life by The Beatles

(inspired by The Muse and David Bowie)

"blue sky, blue sky day

quiet edge of sunlight

in my dream i have a lover . . . "

a winter day

should have been in Europe years ago

and the antique keys to the Berlinergate apartment

i read the reports

a tear falls

and i cry into my morning coffee

(it is like being in the next room)

"i never done good things"

I go back to bed

sleep, sleep for days

and time goes

but never dies, never dies

"i never done bad things"

wake the flower with a little water

"ain't that close to love"

someone beautiful in jingo Friesian

and i couldn't bear to look at him

beauty that defies the rain

like turning cover, the eyes of the sun

and talk of angel Ariel,

my lover/my brother/my lover

he who quested through ancient lands

into Ithaca

"i never did anything out of the blue"

i can taste the oranges on my breath

but who will send me dresses in the mail

and everything is cinema

(we are all in other rooms)

"ashes to ashes"

"don't stop, don't stop the dance", wait i . . .

a day that never ends

a night that never ends

a love that never ends

and do you want to live forever

"bunk to bunkee"

and the boyfriends

could or could not

for whatever reason

let me walk home, alone

ink on Eddies thigh

and i don't imagine love too much

being some girl wanders . . .

"we know Major Tom's a junkie"

and no one was ever supposed to know the truth

somewhere out on Route 66

hear no evil,

see no evil,

think no evil

"strung out in heaven's high"

"men are monkies with monies and guns"

"hitting an all-time low"

(i could paint inside the clouds,


love, inside the clouds

who knows where the days go

by sides nor conts

the only thing that saves the day

is still warm coffee

i am burying myself in mounds of poetry and never coming out

she said

the last dance serenade, poetry by

and the snow

those that touch us

the unlived lives

give birth to a bright star

o' Angel

i can dream my days to heaven

degrees of momenchance

inside a mirror

and the snow

and everything and nothing is magic

he in good nik soul

and nothing matters

at the crossing


and suddenly the day seems old

i wander

i don't imagine love

sell meat for bones

bones for meat


sell me heaven

he dances on the boulevard

sudden allusions

and in the rising morning

I don't think anything is going to make me feel better today

anything for coffee

something to live for

"a second chance, a second time"

i'll post one last tribute before i go

he said

and a loose fitting cloak

Monday, Cecile, Monday

half expecting him to walk out of the horizon line again

maybe if i'd called him Jamie . . .

"and i who brought you flowers in the rain"

he said

"for streethearts"

he said

and me and Jamie at the market

and me and Jamie having coffee

"for streethearts"

me and Jamie . . . )

1. Ashes to Ashes by David Bowie
2. Young Americans by David Bowie
3. Don't Stop the Dance by Bryan Ferry
4. Quote from Tom Waits
5. Don't Walk Past by Blue Peter


Rebecca Anne Banks lives in the New Age Renaissance Republique of Poetry. She has been writing and producing artistic content for 37 years and 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 Stations. She has produced 3 CD`s of Folk/Rock music and has 17 CD's of music awaiting production. She won an IAIRA Award for Top 55 Internet Airplays for Angel Song (2010). 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).

David Bowie(Award winning Singer, Songwriter, Actor, Playwright), real name David Robert Jones, born in Brixton, South London, England. A very popular and artistically acclaimed Rockstar, he sold an estimated 140 million albums around the world. He is awarded membership in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1996. He studied art, design and music before launching his music career in 1963. Noted for creating the glam rock character Ziggy Stardust and The Thin White Duke and reinventing himself and his art onstage. He is best remembered for the albums: The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, Aladdin Sane, Diamond Dogs, Station to Station, Heroes, Lodger, Let's Dance, Black Tie White Noise, Blackstar, his musical collaborations with Iggy Pop and the Sales brothers, roles in movies including Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence, The Elephant Man and writing the play, Lazarus amongst others.

Norma Kerby's poetry has been published in journals, magazines, e-zines and anthologies. Most recently, she was published in the anthologies Heartwood (June, 2018), Another Dysfunctional Cancer Anthology (Fall, 2018), Somewhere My Love (Subterranean Blue Poetry), as well as the journals and e-zines, Dreamland, fillingStation, Prairie Journal, WordWorks, Fresh Voices, and Big Pond Rumours, including a nomination by Prairie Journal (Fall, 2017) for a Pushcart Prize. A chapbook of her poetry (Shores of Haida Gwaii) was published by the Big Pond Rumours Press chapbook contest (June, 2018).

Maggie Nelson (Poet, non-fiction writer, literary critic) is critically acclaimed and lives and works in Los Angeles. She won a MacArthur 'Genius' Fellowship in 2016 amongst other awards. She is most noted for the books: Jane: A Murder (2005), The Red Parts: Autobiography of a Trial (2007), Women, the New York School, and Other True Abstractions (2007), Bluets (2009), The Art of Cruelty: A Reckoning (2011), The Argonauts (2015) as well as the poetry collections Shiner (2001), The Latest Winter (2003) and Something Bright, Then Holes (2007).

Claudia Rankine (Poet, teacher, poetry editor) is a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets, teaches Poetry at Yale University and is critically acclaimed with a Guggenheim Foundation fellowship, and recognized by the National Endowment of the Arts amongst other awards. She has created several video projects in collaboration and is an editor of several poetry collections. She is most noted for: Nothing in Nature is Private (1994), The End of the Alphabet (1998), Plot (2001), Don't Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric (2004) and Citizen: An American Lyric (2014), 2 plays, including Provenance of Beauty: A South Bronx Travelogue (2009).

Denise Riley is a critically acclaimed Poet, philosopher and teacher, living and working in London where she is a professor at U.E.A. She has taught at universities in the United States, the U.K. and Europe. She has written many philosophical books on language, early childhood and feminism and the books of poetry: Including Marxism for Infants (1977), Dry Air (1985), Mop Mop Georgette (1993), Penguin Modern Poets 10 (1996), Selected Poems (2000) and Say Something Back (2016).

Christopher Stolle's writing has appeared most recently in "Tipton Poetry Journal", "Flying Island", "Edify Fiction", "Contour", "The New Southern Fugitives", "The Gambler", "Gravel", "The Light Ekphrastic", "Sheepshead Review" and "Plath Poetry Project". He works as an acquisitions and development editor for Penguin Random House, and he lives in Richmond, Indiana.

Wallace Stevens (Poet, Lawyer, Business Executive) born in Reading, Pennsylvania. He studied at Harvard University and New York Law School and worked for most of his life as an insurance industry executive. He married Elsie Viola Kachel (Elsie Moll) against his parents wishes, they had a daughter. He is considered a foremost American Modernist Poet winning awards and the Pulitzer Prize for Collected Poems in 1955. He is most noted for Collected Poems, Ideas of Order, The Man With the Blue Guitar, Notes Towards a Supreme Fiction, The Necessary Angel, amongst others.