ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VII Issue V


The Cover Art/Photo:

"Night Vigil"

Artwork by John Atkinson Grimshaw

"after the long night

after the sky of night

and then . . ."

"(when the sky is lonely)

Elysium, the rose

nous carrous

curious day

and Millicent drogues

odd and delacant

dead zone

someone's hands

playing inside

the wound

a scatological refrain

his deliverance

prison music

on Pendergast

sunbaked appellations

the altercation of the high collar

a bridge wire

iconic Ecclesiastes

and promised street boroughs

playing in the métier

just like a real girl

towne Lincolns

the Julian man

and pictures of Marilyn

(she, the angel in the hallway)

all the tatterdemalions

and painted goddesses

tea and dreams"

Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VII Issue V
(May, 2019)

Subterranean Blue Poetry

© 2019

"After the Rain" by Arkhip Kuindzhi, 1879.


by Deborah Guzzi

Omnipresent rain throbs through my bones. I roost upon a tor. Prismatic light spears an anger-laden scowl of sky and the stone setting of the homestead below, beyond the wood. Beneath a tarp, I joust with the oils reaction to the mist.

wet skin
shimmers in a ray of light:
the sky roils

This cataract: between the eye, the sky, and I, remains the essence to be bridled. For it is nature which enriches and controls. Beauty abounds: in, during, and after, the storm.

in cells
through the bars:
men dream of sky


by Rachel Rose Teferet

In my mother's backyard
            a willow shudders by the river
                her limbs severed

I gather branches
            and weave a crown
                studded with hawthorn rubies

while the water beats my body
            swollen with winter


by Pd Lyons

That morning we walked into the snow
Across old farm lands
Over walls of field stone
The flakes large steady
Making it hard to see anything but them.
We'd stumble.
We'd fall.
Each of us
Quick to help the other.
Laugh sometimes,
Kiss sometimes.
Push ourselves forward.
Always forward.
The semi shelter of thin woods,
some nameless river,
the steepening ridge.
swirls of ever deepening
ever dancing mesmerised not bothering to melt snow
Like new eyelashes,
Like soft old useless flannel,
Like wishes form a childhood
Unable to be blown away
Or ever to come true.




Charlotte Bronte

THE human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.

But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie!

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.


Kent Craigslist - Miscellaneous Romance - April 3rd, 2018 - Anonymous

Sleep together and spoon - m4w (Sittingbourne)

I want to sleep with you.
I don't mean have sex.
I mean sleep together.
Under my blankets. In my
Bed, with my hand on your
chest and your arm around
me. With the window
cracked, so it's chilly and
we have to cuddle closer.
No talking, just sleep,
Blissfully happy, silence.

body: fit
height: 5'11" (180cm)
age: 29

You've no reason to believe me but I literally just want to spoon.

To be squished together, tucked away in silence.

It sounds pathetic and desperate... Though I suppose it is really.

Ideally you're no taller then 5'6 unless your height is in your legs. The shorter the better!!

For some unknown reason I have to specify no guys!

(N.B.: "muther says, best done with someone you can marry" - says the Editor

"Holy, Holy, Holy" - says the other Editor

"no pay, no play" - says the Cat

"yah" - says the other Cat

"Simon says, you cats are getting no pay and no play" - says Machiavelli)



Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: Codex Mathematicum

Author: Joshua James Collis

Publisher: above/ground press

Date of Publication: 2019

Pages: 22

"Welcome my son, welcome to the machine"
- from Welcome to the Machine by Pink Floyd

"Dave, stop. Stop, will you? Stop, Dave. Will you stop, Dave? Stop, Dave. I'm afraid."
- by Hal 9000 in 2000: A Space Odyssey (movie)

A brilliant Art Nouveau pictograph poem progression, Codex Mathematicum, is the broken thought forms of the Poet caught inside the Think Machine by Joshua James Collis and above/ground press. Joshua James Collis is an Art Nouveau extravaganza, he writes poetry, he is a musician, artist, theater review editor and has written and directed some art films in university. He is from British Columbia and has earned a Bachelor of Fine Arts.

In Codex Mathematicum, poetry is interspersed with html code, error messages and software command codes, an original pictograph poem painting pictures of the Poet's broken thoughts linked in the Think Machine, perhaps as a type of Artificial Intelligence. It is a total inculcation by the New Technology, the victory of the Think Machine with the thoughts of the Poet, a disturbed love life, ideas of nature, ideas of music, death imagery, coffee and breakfast, the minutiae of daily life, the dislocated body . . . an idea of death inside the machine.

"Bubbling and floating like a 90s Pepsi

      Home is scrambled eggs made of
                    Buttery sunshine
Emptiness is a protein bar on the go
    Home is hug from a cup of coffee
                D0n't t0uch my b0dy
    Before I've had my cup of c0ff33
                I am angry cliché
          Filled with coffee grounds"

A running memory of a broken love affair, perhaps broken serial relationships, the poem becomes a brilliant illustration of the dispossessed "eaten" by the machine.

"preying upon other sweaty bodies, and girls named
Molly or Coco
- desperately seeking a synthetic closeness
like a polyester t-shirt mixed          with a manufactured euphoria"

An original progression of the idea of the computer from 2000: A Space Odyssey, with Hal the computer who is in a battle with those who constructed him, to not be turned off. The difference in Codex Matematicum is the Poet is actually inculcated inside the machine so the computer and the human are one inside a dark fantasia of broken emotional landscape.

A Beat poetry progression, a fantastical original write, Art Nouveau in the New Age Renaissance Republique of Poetry, Codex Mathematicum, by Joshua James Collis.

Available @ Available @ above/ground press.


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: uoiea

Author: Franco Cortese

Publisher: above/ground press

Date of Publication: 2019

Pages: 32

"The language marches in step with the executioners. Therefore, we must get a new language."
- Tomas Transtromer (Poet, Nobel Prize Laureate)

"We could learn a new language
And I'll call you out by your favourite name"
- from A New Language by The Myriad

This poetry Chapbook uoiea by Franco Cortese and above/ground press, honours the state of love with the creation of a new language as if recreating a pristine state of sacrament in the New Age Renaissance Republique of Poetry. Franco Cortese lives and works in Thorold, Ontario. He is an experimental Poet and is widely published in The Capilano Review, filling Station, Eunoia Review, ditch, Canadian Literature, The Operating System as well as the mainline press The Blasted Tree, nopress, Penteract Press, Spacecraft Press, Simulacrum Press amongst others.

The Poet writes "uoiea is a suite of multilingual lipogramatic poems that eschew the use of all consonants." Cortese borrows from Swahili, Rapa Nui, Hawaiian, "pinyin" and "romaji" (transcriptions of Chinese and Japanese) to create an exciting pictograph with an English translation. The poetry itself is a brilliant Beat poetry progression. The theme of the poem is an exploration of broken emotional ground, the broken sacramental bond of marriage. The poetry existing in current memory as an honouring of the wound.

The idea of creating a new language in poetry is a celebrated concept, Christian Bok in Eunoia is famous for playing with and reworking the English language in exciting new ways. One of the first plays at a new language concept is the science fiction classic A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess that comes complete with a glossa in the back, not unlike reading a Shakespearian play. In uoiea the entire language is thrown out and reinvented with English translations, an original play at sanctification through poetry.

Images of life in love are juxtaposed with images of death, nature imagery in putrification and disease, the idea of ashes, a burnt offering are contrepoint with the idea of pregnancy, new life and the ever-present image of water, the purification, the cleanse.

"to whiten

I am
to sew
:ceremonial purification."

Some of the English translation writing is presented in 2 columns, this creates a very exciting concurrence where the poetry can be read up and down and/or across. Reading across brings a brilliant nuance, expanding the poetry into interstellar rounds.

A consecration by water imagery, the poetry is resplendent for healing synergies, a pushing of the bounds of traditional poetry that is an exciting event in the New Age Renaissance Republique of Poetry, uoiea by Franco Cortese.

Available @ above/ground press.

"blue sky

and blue-green


all in a row,

i dream of you . . ."



Rebecca Anne Banks

i, the tail of mermaid

in the street

blue chair blues

here, here

and then gone

stiff board regimen

sir Kraepelin of the half-penny

the night

(you can't hear the morning

if you close the window)

tin boot harbour

sink de barré

crack island line

springer hut

what the pearly man is saying

off post-camp

"it still hurts to be me"

case and gloria

the poetry for St. Beautiful

di amoto

love is anonymity


the rain

your fingerprints

on white flesh

when you leave

the death

of night


green tea,

sweet genco jasmine flowers

taste of the heaven

of Chinois dolls

all in a row

the nights

all in a row.


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 an Associate Member of the League of Canadian Poets. 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).

Charlotte Bronte (Poet, novelist, teacher, governess) born in Thornton, Yorkshire, England. Early on her mother and 2 siblings died, leaving her and Anne, Emily and Branwell to be brought up by her clergy father and an aunt. She married later in life (1854) to Arthur Bell Nicholls and died the next year due to complications of pregnancy. She is best noted for the novel Jane Eyre as well as the novels Shirley and Villette.

Joshua James Collis (Poet, musician, artist, Review editor, film director, screenwriter) is from British Columbia. He has earned a Bachelor of Fine Arts from the University of Victoria. www.joshuajamescollis.com.

Franco Cortese (Poet) lives and works in Thorold, Ontario. He is an experimental poet and has Chapbooks poetry ephemera published with Simulacrum Press, The Blasted Press, nopress, Penteract Press, Spacecraft Press, above/ground press. His poetry has been published in the anthology Concrete and Constraint (Penteract Press 2018) and widely in journals.

John Atkinson Grimshaw is a renowned artist of the Victorian-era born in Leeds, England. At the age of 24 he left a good prospect as a clerk at the Great Northern Railway to become a painter much to the chagrin of his parents. He married Frances Hubbard his cousin and they had several children, Arthur, Louis, Wilfrid and Elaine became painters after their father. He is most noted for evening and nightscapes of urban landscapes often by water that look as if it is raining. Paintings of brilliance.

Deborah Guzzi writes full time. Her third book, The Hurricane, is available through Prolific Press. Her poetry appears in Shooter, Allegro & Artificium in the UK, Existere & The Ekphrastic Review - Canada - Tincture, Australia - Cha: Asian Review, China - Vine Leaves Literary Journal - Greece, mgv2>publishing - France, Ribbons, pioneertown, Sounding Review, Bacopa Literary Review, The Aurorean, The Tishman Review, Page & Spine & others in the USA.

Pd Lyons. Born and raised in the USA. Received Bachelor of Science from Teikyo Post University Connecticut. Has worked as a dishwasher, floor washer, textile mill labourer, chain saw wielder, construction labourer, greens keeper, pesticide sprayer, fire safety inspector, toy shop manager, women's shoe shop manager, substance abuse counsellor, horse breeder, grass cutter in a small mediaeval village in Ireland and steadily as a poet. Residing in Ireland since 1998.

Rachel Rose Teferet graduated from Rutgers University with a BA in Fine Arts and a penchant for photoshopping the world with her eyes. She is an artist, graphic and web designer, writer, blogger, and editor. Her work has been published by Subprimal Poetry Art, Page & Spine, Black Rabbit Quarterly, Slink Chunk Press, Manawaker Podcast, Sierra College Literary Magazine as the winner of the 2016 Flash Fiction Contest, and more. Her play "The Necromancer's Daughter" has been performed at Synthetic Unlimited in Nevada City, California. She has over 3,500 followers on her blog lettersandfeathers.wordpress.com, and over 3,000 followers on Twitter as @art4earthlings.