ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VII Issue VIII


The Cover Art/Photo:

"The Black Orchid"

Courtesy of The British Library

"I kiss you like yesterday"

"Je t'embrasse comme hier"
- from Albert Camus and Maria Casarès: Correspondance

"sucre moon

moon shadow

blue, early morning . . ."


ancient paths of migration

a murmuration

the birds swarm up

into the same tree

behind the old farmhouse

every year

before winter

a prayer card

so, we two

sweet catalog number

and something sweet


inside storms

wild hot rains

of summer

the pen

against paper

fills the silences

with you

the blue

the roses

of orchids

call me

in the middle of the night

in the middle of things

in the middle of the night

how death happens

corrupted by American ice cream


Lady Frankel

a stereo chime

under the eavestrough

the kiss

behind the book

behind the storm

(and a train ticket in his pocket

a flight to little jay bird

sing, sing, sing)

it is 2 a.m.

Thursday night

you pull

my heart


and missing

there is nothing

today I am alone"

Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VII Issue VIII
(August, 2019)

Subterranean Blue Poetry

© 2019


by Orlando Murcia

My beloved . . .
After the rain has sought our final hands dancing in a trillion
My mind is as dark as an impossibility tracing the dialect of your stars
The night is filled with morsels and endurance of a million millenniums
introducing our boundaries in sacred orchids of distinct fires burning like bright rituals of swimming hazards
We know not of today
But we know the cause of tomorrow
For it is written above the skies
Just as we are predestined in any anatomy of space
That is in between the ropes of forever
And the tying of today
We are meant like the solemn glass that awakes each season
We are destined in each other
Like how the silence of no words speak louder than the breeze that speak beating windows
Like rough neck charms that go centuries without being buried in sky laps and scents of yesterday's remains
We inhale of our sufferings
That inherit love ... In all the wrong places ...
At the right time


by Glen Armstrong

We will learn why Earth breaks
out in wild violets.

We will go crazy
trying to honor a billion bare feet.

Nothing will be taken
case by case

or learned on a need
to know basis.

The world becomes a warm bath.
The circus comes to town.

We will catch ourselves starting
to spread.

Our best intentions will no longer suffice.


by Glen Armstrong

We forever give up walking
Down the street

We purchase a cuckoo clock

And help children polish rocks
For the 4H Fair

Feathers / home teams / felt
Scraps of pelt / flower / all

But the most practical
Fabrics have kissed
Our hats goodbye

We no longer cry under
Trees / umbrellas / ill-fitting
Pajama tops

Soap dishes come
And go

That tastiest / least poisonous
Slices of fugu

Remains near the little swimmer's heart
It bumps up against
Something more instinct
Than regret

It watches its world
Puff up while we debate

And regulate sashimi

We wear loose fitting robes
Around the house

Replace the couch cushions

How the youthful and stubborn
Have been undone

By such insignificant measures
Of time and comfort

We forever leave lust's hand-blown
Fixtures and ransom notes

For a photo album

So many shots of us
Pained by the pose

And the carnival attractions
The skeletons and devils
Decorate the dark ride
Eternally out of focus

Until the next generation's young lovers
Climb over these walls
That we've become

I'd like to tell you a story
Both sad and dumb

Where the telling is essential

A story where time
Is the hero.


by Don Kingfisher Campbell

Hello was a warm hug
on the sidewalk, pointing
fingers deciding direction

We held hands three ways
as we noisily flip flopped
the quiet midnight blocks

We sat on a green park
bench, WeChat messaged
and phone played music

She shyly sang to her
saved karaoke songs,
fondled my thigh

I peeked at her cleavage,
she adjusted her revealing
clingy sexy sporty top

After an hour of this, time
to go back, so I picked up
a fallen feather to remember

We strolled quickly, passed
the baseball diamond
with its tossed beer can

We squeezed close
as we spotted two dudes
at a 7-11 bus stop

Some of the houses had
colorful plastic vehicles
their children must enjoy

We looked in each other's
eyes, laughed, then down at
a discarded cigarette box

The Garvey and Nicholson
fence protecting the empty
lot that was once burned stores

Had a bridal advertisement
spur a bit of glanced romance,
we hugged and hugged again

Got in my Cube to continue
messages, windows rolled,
heard an old man mutter outside

We smiled and parted in
our own languages, but no
kiss, only a second meeting




Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Craigslist Montreal - Missed Connections - June 3rd, 2017 - Anonymous

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body: thin

height: 5'5" (165cm)

status: single

age: 20

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(N.B.: "the where's your girlfriend housephone" - a note from the editor

"she is lost inside the post-industrial time complex" - a note from the other editor

"is there ice cream with them underwear?" - says the cat

"Meow!" - says the other cat

"you are not purchasing sexy girl's underwear!" - says Mum)



"flowers and children

faces turn up to the sun

looking for love"

Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: Dear Oprah

Author: Michael Ellis

Publisher: Keynote Poetry Press

Date of Publication: 2019

Pages: 240

"Don't you know I got to find me a home
Right now in your heart"
- from Home in Your Heart by Otis Retting

"It's a bleedie."
- Roderick Francy

Dear Oprah, is an original poetic narrative event in a rap influenced style, a truth telling in the voice of a girl innocent, as she deals with issues of sexual abuse, identity and coming of age in the much celebrated and awaited novel by Michael Ellis and Keynote Poetry Press. Michael Ellis is a famous Poet/teacher/charity organizer from California. He was published twice before he was 19 years old and studied journalism and English at the University of Puget Sound. He has been compared to Langston Hughes of the Harlem Renaissance and regularly gives performances at poetry events. He received a scholarship from the Hurston Wright Foundation for the writing of Dear Oprah. This is the second Book Review This Writer has written for Michael Ellis, the first being, They Wouldn't Let Me Be White.

This is the story of a young girl in a Black family, Correne, tossed back and forth between different relatives because her mother is disappeared, (ostensibly on the road as a singer) and her victimization by her "uncle" Josh, who rapes her regularly. She has health issues that prevent her from going to school and she receives a disability cheque. She does not know what to do about her plight and watches the Oprah Winfrey Show who she looks up to and admires. One day she gets the idea to take up a pen and paper and write Oprah a letter, which turns into a series of letters that comprises a journal. The letters all begin with Dear Oprah, recounting the days trials and occasional joys and sing into the night hoping for help.

As Correne writes she is addressing Oprah, the palindrome goddess in the mirror, who becomes the source of the reflection that reveals the beautiful true nature and good instincts of the abused girl. As Oprah is the mirror for the girl, the girl, a person non gratis, someone vulnerable without status becomes the mirror for the people around her. How they treat Correne says everything about who they are, their experiences with life, where they've been, their suffering, their discordant or copacetic souls and she becomes a catalyst for the expression of their true natures.

The situation is a bad one, and the characters present very realistically, the good spirit people vs. the hurtful people as the story of Correne's life unfolds. Like a shadow play everyone knows Correne is being abused by "uncle" Josh, they know the true story of her birth, who her mother is, yet they do not tell her and people turn a blind eye, no one admits to the abuse in public or attempts to help her into a new more healthy living situation. Sometimes the occasional person she trusts with knowledge of her predicament are outwardly abusive, laugh off her trouble or placate her when she attempts to tell about what Josh is doing. She even calls 911 but is ignored by the police, Josh passes it off as a prank and the police go away. She is also a victim of gas lighting, where she is picked on, particularly by Josh. He is the unconscious monster, someone who has little empathy and does not understand the brutality of his actions, he doesn't know how to be. The "monsters" who abuse Correne, using her as a scapegoat for their anger or their suffering probably have some very horrific stories of abuse in their background. In the Old Society, with often both parents working or suffering from multiple lovers it was difficult to parent effectively and often some people do not have an idea of who they are, the culture or the Holy Spirit Way. Dialogue, feedback and good mentoring with creative interventions are exemplar to helping people so they are not hurting themselves or others, a wake-up call from the New Society.

Correne is the Redeemer, she is a good spirit who loves Oprah's show, loves the next-door neighbour, Sonja's, garden full of flowers, likes books and likes the local girl, Wanda, who collects recycling cans and bottles. Wanda was physically abused by her ex-husband who she murdered in self-defence, but she is a good spirit and helps Correne out of a confront with some local teenagers. Correne sees Wanda is a good person despite the catcalls of Josh who has nothing good to say about her. Certain words are deified by her, being capitalized, as if she is the creator of archetypes, the seasons, the stars, sun and moon, colours, foods, all things positive are put in capitals and sometimes a healthy respect for the negative, i.e. the Devil. She is ingénue and largely illiterate but some of the people in the Community on Magnolia Street help her learn math and English. Sonja takes her to the library, and she signs out books, sometimes the words she uses are misspelled and this is reflected in the text, giving a very real oeuvre to her narrative, she is largely illiterate.

The story is told in poetic narrative in the first person of the abused girl, Correne, and is in rhyming couplets, a rap influence style that is very sweet and good, conducive to the voice of this young victimized girl. Every letter is as if she is personally talking to Oprah, revealing a truth telling that will melt your heart.

Dear Oprah, is an original concept, written in an original rhyming style, expertly telling a very difficult story in the heartland of America, a story of any neighbourhood, any city. The beautiful gift of rhyming poetry is good at reflecting the spirit of the abused girl, giving hope for resilience and a new day. Dear Oprah, the new American classic by Michael Ellis.

Available @ Amazon.com.


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: The Ghosts of Barnacullia

Author: Paul Perry

Publisher: above/ground press

Date of Publication: 2019

Pages: 32

"Catch the blue train
Places never been before"
- from Somewhere Down the Crazy River by Robbie Robertson

The Ghosts of Barnacullia is a hauntingly beautiful Imagist long poem, the story of journey through a lifetime, looking back through poetic letters, the story of memory, loss and sorrow, expertly told through the Poet's craft. Paul Perry is a Poet, writer and teacher at University College Dublin. He recently won an Arts Council of Ireland Literature Bursary as well as the Patrick and Katherine Kavanagh Fellowship. He has written 5 collections of poetry, 2 Chapbooks and co-authored 4 Karen Perry best-sellers.

This long poem exists within the inside of silence, distances and longtime passing; the poetry rolls out sweet and quiet, of a time in shadows. It is as if the Poet is a survivor of some dark secret, perhaps a calamity that has occurred on the edge of the woods, a haunting. The earth is a very haunted place. The poetry writes in a disconnected thought train, repetition of words creates cadence, sometimes the words talk in circles, sometimes the words are run on sentences, a dance; the effect is profound and beautiful, of a long journey.

The themes include death, beauty of nature, allusions to a brother murdering a sister, breaking of bread, a drink at the bar, learning Irish, his daughter, his father and more, all wrapped in shadowland, where people, places and situations are not named only alluded to.

From Shepherd's Purse

"Look: a man walks into a field. A field with shepherd's purse.

He falls.

He falls again.

Every day, from this day until kingdom come, he falls into the embrace of a field of flowers, into shepherd's purse."

The imagery is beautifully woven into emotional landscape and storytelling, a classic presentation in literature.

From Puffins in Marley Park

"Each note of Pergolesi's Stabat Mater traced by my finger and held and guided by yours

like the birds she travelled across the world to see, like the wind without, or a puffin sky-


Or like the divers diving for the fresh raw heart of morning.

The first. And the last."

A brilliant rendition of love, memory and time, The Ghosts of Barnacullia by Paul Perry.

Available @ above/ground press.


Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: camera obscura

Author: Claudia Coutu Radmore

Publisher: above/ground press

Date of Publication: 2019

Pages: 30

"From the inside room when the front room greeting
Becomes your special book, it was simple then
When the party lulls, if we fall by the side
I still like you, can you remember?"
- from Camera by R.E.M.

camera obscura is an exciting symbolist poetic narrative, a truthtelling in often startling broken imagery by Claudia Coutu Radmore and above/ground press. Claudia Coutu Radmore (Poet, Artist, Teacher) was born in Montreal. She earned a Bachelor of Arts from Queen's University, Kingston and writes in lyric, Tanka and Haiku forms. She is the owner/editor at Bondi Press and the President of Haiku Canada.

This poetry Chapbook is a series of poems, an art installation of something is wrong, a dance with light and shadow. The poetry spirals as a series of run on thoughts without punctuation, a poetic narrative, each image more fantastical than the next, a dance with sardonica. The broken thought train and dislocated images implies violence. The images vary from "mad science" (gene therapy, molecules, slides under microscopes) to blistered nature fusions, that, at their best are strikingly beautiful in bang light imagery. The wild images bud like a fantastical story, often haunted, a truthtelling in symbols, a certain Dadaist form. In the background is a discourse on the broken love as war N.A., an exploration of the fragility of our love lives and false power constructs that ache.

From if you've ever been there and left

". . . relationships beware these people armed
and dangerous they have houses cars careers
pensions a voice like forty dried peas
rattling in a can or Auden's glacier knocking
in the cupboard Ken and Barbie we may be
plastic but our love is real if you've ever
been there and left it's a long way back to"

An original form, with the occasional new word construct, the last poem is a spoiler and draws the entire work into focus. A brilliant write, camera obscura by Claudia Coutu Radmore.

Available @ above/ground press.



(a book in serials)


Rebecca Anne Banks

The Muse

"All my poetry begins with landscape."
- Rebecca Anne Banks (Poet, Singer, Songwriter, Musician, Writer, Artist, Philosopher, Counselor, Activist)

"The more you make Great Artist's of the past live again, the more blessings you receive from the angels."
- Rebecca Anne Banks (Poet, Singer, Songwriter, Musician, Writer, Artist, Philosopher, Counselor, Activist)

The Muse has been interpreted throughout history in different ways. In ancient Greece the Muse was thought to be the daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus, each one being called upon by the artist to aid in their writing/art creation. In the Renaissance the emphasis became centered on the artist as the crucible of the creative process and the channeling of the Muse. In modern times the Muse is thought of as being a love interest who inspires. I think of the Muse as a love interest as well as the channeling of the Spirit World, through the longing and love of the Muse, the Holy Spirit, Spirit World (writers/artists who have passed, Saints, Angels) intercede and help with the artistic process.

It helps to pray for those who have passed, your favourite relatives, Saints, Angels, famous Artists, Writers, Poets and those of inspiration, when you steep yourself in their memories and writings, artwork, they may help you with your artistic process.

Anything can be inspiration (also loosely called the "Muse") from the landscape, the weather, nature, events, other people's art, beautiful things, ideas, dreams, memories, emotions, conversations, God, the Spirit world, anything or anyone can inspire the Artist to create. Usually there are multiple Muses, and the intersection of the past with the present, a reflection of the Artist's soul and experiences, a magic combine producing a fantastical artwork. When the artwork is very iconic there may be an element of prophecy.

Ideally you would write consistently to only one Muse as love interest (often sitting in the background of your thoughts in concert, perhaps suggesting a word or image). You may not be able to marry this person yet because you are karmically impure (have had more than 5 lovers) or are cursed. If you are karmically impure the SignfromGod needs to be interpreted (ask telepathically) if you are a Michelangelo, Accountant/public service person or Lawyer blood type you should be able to achieve karmic redemption. If you are not driven to create or do not like aspects of what you are producing or do not enjoy the process of what you are working on and are constantly frustrated, perhaps try a different discipline or pick up some work that suits you, you may not have a true Artist's Calling. On a more positive note you may just be having a bad artistic day.

The Muse should be a serious love interest, ideally your Starcrossed Lover or a relationship where you are both smitten, very well suited (Read Becky's Checklist @ www.tympanilanerecords.com), with a positive SignfromGod, hoping to marry for long-time. Tell the love interest you want to write/create art using them as the Muse and have an agreement. It is important to stay in touch and meet once in awhile for conversation, stoking the poetry/art offering and providing support. If your social scene is very broken, you may find yourself writing about different people. It is all good (it is good to write about who inspires you). But if you write to only one Muse it could save them fighting over you when you achieve karmic redemption.

There are unofficial karmic rules about Artistic Expression. A consultation with a Priest/village elder may help. If you are hurt and sorrowing in your offering, in my experience it is good to temper it with worship of God's Creation (the landscape, weather, the sky, the ocean . . .) If it is poetry, like Confessional poetry, to temper it with landscape imagery or a worship of God. If it is painting, to add some kind of rhythm to the pictoral work. If it is music to add a pleasing harmony line. Also, it is good to think of the serious love interest "The Muse" while you write. And for a special magical resounding affect the work should be rooted in the truth, a truth telling. It is also good to create mythologies, an ideal place. The work is a combination of skill, experiences and soul rhythms of the Artist in concert with the Holy Spirit, the Angels and the Spirit world. As the work forms, do not worry too much, it will ripen over time. Note what you liked and take that into the next project. As long as you like the act of creation, like what you are doing, it is positive. If you do not get karmic redemption, it may be possible for some healing to occur and it may be possible to make monies.

There is special Wiccan magic in an arts calling for finding karmic redemption, healing and manifesting a long-term love interest. Perhaps the art/poems created in a long-time ritual become like prayer, reaching the ears of the angels, the Holy Spirit, God, and the Spirit world who intercede so that the Artist will be happy in a long-time happy marriage. It is also important to make your art offering public for karmic redemption, it takes about 20 years.



To Ariel

(written in Toronto 2006)


(Go not softly into rain

the fallen petals of roses

soft against grey

and white linen tombs,

quiet upon Summer.

The day sleeps

past gentle silence

and quiet light.

Swans dance upon the water,

and blue-green Summer storms

rain the clouds and sunlight.

Fields of orange star flowers

sleep the shadows of the woods

drink the cool of green

and bird song, quiet

the silence breaks in shadows

across the day

as if the angels dance

across the sky . . .)


Broken reliquaries of the night

sacred stones


upon the heat,

the dark

that press into walls

hand against stone

against the tide, the moon.


White roses, white rain

the night, an orchid


against silence


too tired to beat

and dream against the sky.


As if no other day,

to hold roses against the sky

and quiet Summer

that sleeps with rain

and light,


Conversation on the edges of the sky

white, casts upon stone

the moon against black

the night

and quiet

that walks in shadow,

restless sky.


The harlequin night

beats against

white linen

the obsidian rain

blue night sky

breaks the darkness

to its knees

to weep the moon.


The dark caresses

sky night,



beats the black rain

against the walls

somewhere the ocean

blows against rocks

breaks against

this Summer

(A silence without memory)

secret conversations with the night.


The night

steals sleep

a dark flower

the heat breaks

against pallor

like rain

upon memory

and parchment quiet

against the sky.


Orphans to the Summer rain

dance inside the night

that gathers


orange against grey


casts against stone

the melancholy night song.


The pearl

your imagine

the night

as the quiet

falls on blue sky

with the beating of wings

that walks the dark

the sky.


The heat breaks

against the night

holds secrets

and quiet


so far away

the gypsy rain.



the night

falls, settles

within your hands

closed sky



The trees roil upon light

that breaks the dark

breaks the heat

the rain

and silence.


The night cool against Summer

sky flower

and dark.

It's been so long

since I've heard you

the quiet


sifts through words

looking for gifts

and children that wander.

Winter is in the night air . . .


Glen Armstrong holds an MFA in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and teaches writing at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan. He edits a poetry journal called Cruel Garters and has two chapbooks forthcoming: Simpler Times and Staring Down Miracles. His work has appeared in Poetry Northwest, Conduit and Cloudbank.

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 IARA 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 Poetry Editor at Subterranean Blue Poetry ( www.subterraneanbluepoetry.com), 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).

Don Kingfisher Campbell, MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University Los Angeles, has taught Writers Seminar at Occidental College Upward Bound for 34 years, been a coach and judge for Poetry Out Loud, a performing poet/teacher for Red Hen Press Youth Writing Workshops, L.A. Coordinator and Board Member of California Poets In The Schools, poetry editor of the Angel City Review, publisher of Spectrum magazine, and host of the Saturday Afternoon Poetry reading series in Pasadena, California. For awards, features, and publication credits, please go to: http://dkc1031.blogspot.com.

Michael Ellis is a Poet/teacher/charity organizer, living and working in California. He has studied English and journalism and won a scholarship from the Hurston Wright Foundation for writing the first pages of Dear Oprah. He performs his Beat/rap influenced poetry at Readings regularly and teaches workshops in schools and prisons. He organizes charity food and clothing donations for street people. He has also written They Wouldn't Let Me Be White and Goodbye Langston.

Orlando Murcia is an Author, writer and Poet from Los Angeles, California. His main focus is to write about Love and Beauty. Though his words may at times be sensual and mesmeric through romantic lines as in his book of poems, The Beauty Of All Around. He is known more for his Romantic flow more than anything, but packs even a heavier blow with his "Truth" about his life and past as a youth. He was born in Santa Ana, El Salvador during the time where the Guerrilla warfare was still going on. He has written two books of poetry The Beauty of All Around and The Girl With The Letter Flower.

Paul Perry is a critically acclaimed Poet, novelist, screenwriter and Assistant Professor of Creative Writing at University College Dublin. He is a winner of the Hennessy Prize for Irish Literature amongst others. He has written 2 Chapooks, 5 collections of poetry and co-authored 4 Karen Perry best-selling novels. He is best known for Saved by the Light he co-authored with Dannion Brinkley, which was made into a movie, amongst others.

Claudia Coutu Radmore was born and grew up in Montreal. She is a published Poet, artist, editor and teacher. She has studied at Queen's University, Kingston, is influenced by Japanese Haiku and Tanka and is the President of Haiku Canada. She is the owner/editor at Bondi Press. She has won many awards including the Backwater Review Hinterland Award for Prose (1997), National Capital Region Canadian Author's Award for Poetry (2009) and the bp Nichol Chapbook Award (2011) amongst others.

Dylan Thomas (Poet, writer) was born in Swansea, Wales. He left school at 16 years to pursue journalism and writing. He was not of good health as a child. He married Caitlin McNamara and they had 2 sons and a daughter. He worked for the BBC and as a scriptwriter for films. He lived in poverty and died due to complications of heavy drinking over a lifetime at the age of 39. He is best known for the poem, Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night, the play Under Milk Wood, the prose book, A Child's Christmas in Wales and several books of poetry amongst others.