ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VIII Issue III


The Masthead:

"magic child" (graffitti art by Joliette Metro)

Photo by Rebecca Anne Banks


Venetian glass,

o' calico bird


teardrop pearl . . . "

"a view of the river

and the cash and carry trees

the groundwork of Count Bassey

gin soldier

le soldat

the little stranger

indelible marks

the tentative betrayal

flute music

up to the sky

looking up

Atwater street

the castles

looking down

it's an iconographic society

everyone moves slow

after awhile

pour myself

into a wine flute

brown and white

the butterflies

in conversation, sweet

the Summer day in stone

purse arrar's abound

(and turning heads)

farewell my lovely"

Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VIII Issue III
(March, 2020)

Subterranean Blue Poetry

© 2020


by David Susswein

'Crystal eyes and Starlit skies', he thought
sitting in a bare and lonely café bar,
from time to time she comes to his table
and pours in a still black liquid, to his cup.

Sitting here for three hours, and counting
how many times she looks up to his eyes,
there was once, when they locked eachother's
eye; and it pumped his heart, and meant...

he sat again for another hours... Listening
for her footsteps coming behind him to serve
to see again; eyes: 'blue-r-est' then any sky,
a crisp of face's skin, that meant smile...

Better than any sunny weather forecast
better than any good days told,
he should put his hand upon hers'
serving coffee pot... and say...

"jump out of this windowpane glass, together
see all tables cups cutlery chaotically up-thrown
be blinded together by an endless sun, together
land feet-first on the pavement's sidewalk stone."

"I have dreamt of days that lay in the cusp of my palm,
there is a city a foreign land were breaths are easy to take,
come with me, leave this workers' stifling atmosphere,
come with me, and share all your true beautiful breaths, With Me."


by David Susswein

There was a time I sat weeping
at the ethnic Chinese, Indians
who filled the numbered parts / villains

of all the endless episodes,
of Saturday midnight westerns
classic genres and sarcastic / homage.

But now I just sit still
as they fall from their horses or
down to their knees on the railroad.

I've grown weary from the reruns
the plagiarism of angles,
the third-person poetry of

broken mirrors... of spat-on dreams.


by Robert Okaji

No rules apply here. I blow
into the empty bottle and achieve
silence. Tilting it, I adjust my mouth's
shape and blow across the glass lip,
receiving a flicker of tone in return.
Repeat. More of the same. Discarding
the vessel, I open another, drink deeply.
Become the emptying.

Note: Suizen (blowing zen) is the practice of playing the shakuhachi (traditional Japanese bamboo flute) to attain self-realization.


by Robert Okaji

Like prayers
cast into the darkest galaxies.

Like Michelangelo
releasing the marble's hidden form.

Like fishermen
reeling in the unknown catch.

Like the dung beetle
forming its ball in the gravel.

So, too, I offer this tone.




Langston Hughes

I sat there singing her
Songs in the dark.

She said;
'I do not understand
The words'.

I said;
'There are
No words'.


Craigslist Maine - Missed Connections - September 29th, 2017 - Anonymous

Two hundred and thirty-six deli disappearances - m4w

I've watched, one after another, conscripted sandwich artists escape the cultish establishment. This time around the absence sort of left an unexpected void as you suddenly weren't there to offer a smile and a observational offering... Wherever you are, I hope there aren't men asking for Marlboro Reds or slimy bosses making life harder than it already is.

(N.B.: "3,700 bottles of beer on the wall" - a note from the editor

"3,700 bottles of beer" - a note from the other editor

"rain" - says the cat

"and snow" - says the other cat

"3,699 bottles of beer on the wall" - says Machiavelli)



Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: These Elegies

Author: D.C. Reid

Publisher: Ekstasis Editions

Date of Publication: 2018

Pages: 122

"Walk slowly, step and you can listen while you drown . . ."
- Ghosts of the Forest

"Old soldiers never die,
They just keep writing poetry . . ."
- Collective Conscious

These Elegies by D.C. Reid and Ekstasis Editions is an art nouveau poetic event steeped in the violence of the Apocalypse, the sharp winter sunlight, from the milieu of Canadian ocean and forest, the British Columbia archipelago by D.C. Reid. D.C. Reid (Poet, writer, novelist) is an iconograph of Canadian Poetry born in Alberta he lives and works in Victoria, British Columbia. He has been published in Canada and internationally, his books translated into Spanish, Chinese, Greek, French, Hindi and Bengali. He is much celebrated and has won the Colleen Thibaudeau Award, the Roderick Haig-Brown Award and the Subterranean Blue Poetry Love and War Anthology Award. This is D.C. Reid's eighth book of poetry, and the first This Writer has Reviewed for him.

This is the poetry of the blue cathedral, elegiac with sorrow, poetry of death, as life, as celebration. The War Without exists perhaps as a memoir of the soldier, someone in the imminent battlefield, the possibility of imminent doom, Reid exists, writing as if on the point of a sword. Everything becomes larger, the weather, the landscape becomes brighter, becomes sharp. The writing a mirror, an orchestra, as if a eulogy of lost lovers/friends/family, the lost soldiers, "Alas, I knew him too". Harkening to the events of World War I, Gallipoli, the story of Brideshead Revisited, Arras, Hindenburg Line, Bourlon Wood, the Canal du Nord, Cambrai, Denain Valenciennes, Mons, the Romanovs with the modern day violence of Sandy Hook, Ecole Polytechnique and the Iraqi War. As if saying "stop!" these events should not go unmarked, a wake up call to remembrance, an illumination, perhaps a call to justice, a beginning point for change.

This Beat Poetry/Imagist progression pulls you into the lull of ocean, the calm, to be met by the full force of the wave, cold on a winter's day. This poetry exists in super realist states of the imagine, rooted in a sharp violence the original images in exquisite detail breathe into dark spaces, earthy images of animal flesh, human flesh, gritty, an idea of disease, an idea of sorrow, of loss. The disembodied nature images build and conjure a hard tracing of bright, through a glass, a painting.

"How unfortunate the slippers

How unfortunate the slippers.
How unfortunate the hour, and the late

wet grass. Her feet are small, and she
unheard in evening. I am ears with sea

falling through nets of hair to inform
my transitory thoughts . . ."

Well read, Reid often quotes the most riveting of quotes and writings of the work of Poets in the epigraphs at the beginning of his poetry. A veritable feast of the most inspiration, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Ted Hughes, Anne Sexton, Milton Acorn, John Lennon, P.K. Page, Ezra Pound, the Bible, Leonard Cohen, Al Purdy and more. A communion of the spirits of the greats, the living Poet with those who have passed, creating new vistas of poetry.

Occasionally, he writes his cat into the lines of his poetry, a quiet celebration of a day in the life.

Brilliant poetry steeped in deep winter forests, the quiet and the sky that travels. An original signature in post-modern Canadian poetry, These Elegies by D.C. Reid.

Available @ Amazon.ca.



(a book in serials)


Rebecca Anne Banks

The following are thoughts on The Role of Art Installations in the New Age

Art installations are the language of peace, using words, music and pictures that weave celebration and healing, creating positive power constructs for change. They also tell or celebrate a story, creating an information venue through history. Art installations can illuminate and also challenge people to think about events or situations in a different way. As the people of the world understand themselves better and become empowered to create healing synergies in their personal lives, the old constructs of war and violence fall away. New innovative art installations are being created to commemorate and celebrate anniversaries, holidays and rituals waking up old ceremonies and giving people an opportunity to commune and dance. At weddings and Armistice ceremonies doves have been released. The birds of peace placed in a box or cage, the doves released to the sky, often at the end of the ceremony. In London, England to celebrate Armistice Day, November 9th, 2014, nearly 1 million (888,246) hand-sewn poppies, one for every death of a U.K. soldier in W.W. I covered the grounds around the Tower of London. Cinematically brilliant an innovative tribute to fallen war heroes. In Berlin, to celebrate the 25th Anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall 2014, there was an art installation of 8,000 white helium balloons all in a row where the wall had stood, on the night of November 9th as Ode to Joy, Beethoven's Ninth Symphony played, the balloons were released to the sky. In the celebration of the peaceful revolution of 1989 and the reunification of Germany for peace and freedom. "Spring Poetry Rain" event held in May 2012 in the divided city of Nicosia, advocating for peace under the banner "Different Nationalities - Many Ethnicities - One people - One Europe - One World - Same Future". Balloons filled with poems from international poets lined Ledra and Arasta streets and were burst with the poems falling like rain to be read by actors and the public as music groups played. The art installation celebration was held to support peaceful co-existence on the island of Cyprus. As well as celebrations of anniversaries, art installations can promote healing of institutional violence inherent in the Industrialized Economy system. Particularly the use of Art in abandoned mental institutions and prisons. Artist and Activist Ai Weiwei exhibition at the notorious Alcatraz Prison includes a work titled "Blossom" in which ceramic flowers blossom out of sinks, toilets and tubs that were once used by hospitalized prisoners. The gathering of large groups of people, the art for public display emphasizes healing, celebration, promotes strong community - the interaction with the audience. There is positive power in healing by making a public display, by the interaction with large groups of people. Akin to large groups of people doing Yoga in the park on a Summer day. It creates ritual and celebration and healing, a certain powerful magic under the sun. Bringing people together, not unlike the fire ceremonies of the early Pagan Community. An opportunity to meet and talk, feast and celebrate, bringing together people from the rural community. Including art and the work of artists in Public celebrations, celebrates the role of the artist and their creation. Like good mythos creates healing spaces, introduces a sense of the sacred, reparations, justice. Innovative, creative use of materials, symmetry execution, elegance, celebratory - stretches the bounds of traditional celebration and can include a party. The celebration, like an art gallery opening, perhaps holding a party for the public to come and visit with cake and some libations, an opening celebration for the art installation/Anniversary/Commemoration. The Internet pushes the boundaries of creativity with the easy public display and the use of multiple disciplines. For example, poetry has begun to include photos and videos sometimes with music, becoming fantastical. The air of experimentation and creativity is inspiring memorable and fantastical art installations. As if the War Economy is evolving into an Arts/Peace Economy, in the Transition Economy both are in tandem existing within the same Society. The role of the artist and his creation becomes the soul of the society, as if celebrating truth and positive mythos, a celebration of peace in the New Age. The Way of Peace.

"blue Turgenev sky
at evening
at grace . . ."



Rebecca Anne Banks

floating chai flowers
worship where the ground falls
friends of the cloth
and a bottle of rose rosé
scent of rose

and how long
he looked heaven in the eye
some inside/outside movie reel
mother mahalion
leather optics
a princess and a princess
rolling nickels into morning
bone casson
the candy opera
tourniquets and hang ups
pardons and excuses
thank you Gregory Noonan. . .
and so, the Gregory Noonan?
where is the Gregory Noonan?
but why the Gregory Noonan?

a certain shadow

and slow
the darkening sky.


Rebecca Anne Banks lives in the New Age Renaissance Republique of Poetry. She has been writing and producing artistic content for 38 years and is the author of over 30 books of poetry, guides 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).

Langston Hughes (Poet, Novelist, Playwright, Short Story Writer, Children's Book Writer, Activist, Columnist) was born in Joplin Missouri. He grew up in the Midwest and after high school in Cleveland, Ohio he moved to New York City and Columbia University. He is one of the early writers of jazz poetry and an innovator of the Harlem Renaissance. He is best known for: The Weary Blues (1926), Fine Clothes to the Jew (1927), A New Song (1938), Shakespeare in Harlem (1942), Montage of a Dream Deferred (1951), Not Without Laughter (1930), Mule Bone (1931), Street Scene (1947) amongst others.

Robert Okaji is a half-Japanese poet living in Texas with his wife, two dogs and some books. He claims no literary awards, but once won a goat-catching contest. The author of five chapbooks, his work has appeared or is forthcoming in Red River Review, Vox Populi, The High Window and elsewhere, and may also be found at his blog at www.robertokaji.com.

D.C. Reid is an icon of Canadian literature and lives in Victoria, Britsh Columbia. He is widely published and has won awards including The Colleen Thibaudeau Award and the Subterranean Blue Poetry Love and War Anthology Award. He has written eight books of poetry, including You Shall Have No Other, What it Means to be Human, The Hunger, The Spirit of the Thing and the Thing Itself, These Elegies amongst others.

David Susswein. I write from the bottom off England, next to the sea. Why? Because inside the fucked-up entrails of my mind, a voice keeps shouting, driving me insane. Only writing quails this stupid shouting.