ubterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VIII Issue IV


The Masthead:

"Untitled #825": Peacocks in Winter

Sculpture by Petah Coyne

Photo by Rebecca Anne Banks

"the deep


snow winds


kong . . ."

"my 3 kings of Orient are . . .

paint, the white paint

antique chairs

and one beautiful blue balloon

for the little girl

o' Martine

yes, key Robbie

porgy porgy pie

bad Listowel

quadrant alerts

(and a camera

up the skirt

of the hard tower


blues harbour


in blue)

Santa Lucia

our Lady of Grace

the heaven card

when the silence falls

and the women go down

heart aches

by painted Bethlehem

and something in alabaster

o' hearts and hearts

sweet smoke

to forget . . .

to remember

a lover

and necessary angels

luta gamelon

the sky station

and the same

and the different


waving not laughing

don't push the highway

the sign god

Louis Jardin

and on riot kong

the healing waters of Cain

boats of Kincaridean

the north wind

Viet Cong

the shing shong girl

sing, sing Hampton

love hits you deep and low


and Culpepper's children

the waitress at the last diner

the black and white


heart-broken and waiting for God"

Subterranean Blue Poetry
Volume VIII Issue IV
(April, 2020)

Subterranean Blue Poetry

© 2020


Subterranean Blue Poetry Presents! New Age Renaissance Republique of Blue Poetry Books by Rebecca Anne Banks. This Writer has just launched 9 books of New Age Beat Poetry featuring Poetic Haibun. These fantastical writes were written over the past 5 years. They are small candy paperbacks influenced by the Books of Poetry, Arial and The Colossus by Sylvia Plath, the 1967 Faber and Faber Ltd. paperback editions. The Colour of Pomegranates is largely influenced by the 1969 Russian art film of the same name by Sergei Parajanov and is entirely in French and English. Sleep the Winter Moon is a story of the Muse of the moonlight, attachments of romance and imagine. Sleeper is dedicated to all the women who have been hurt by violence and murder in the War Economy Society. In Shop Windows was largely inspired by the Old-fashioned Florist's at the Market, the shopkeeps and the local French people purchasing flowers. Candy and Anarchy: And the Colour Pink is an extension of The Grif and Other Conversations series of avante garde poetry books. Passengers features the long poem Code Name: Alius Blue and the poetic prose play Passengers and Scripts/Scripts and Passengers: Evening Skies. The Republique of Blue fantasia poetry written at a great old-fashioned apartment with a courtyard in Hochelaga. Sign Posts continues the celebration of the mysterious love affair with Blue in new iconography. Z is for Hospital is a story of ghosts and shadows, the streets in blue, a day in the life of the Poet. All of the books are partially written in French and I hope to translate entirely with French translations and relaunch at some point in the future. The Books of Poetry are available at Amazon.com as EBooks and Paperbacks for a reasonable price.

Also, Coming Soon! is the science fiction novella The Demaricon, the long poem The BeeKeeper's Daughters and a book of short stories, The Dinner Party and Other Short Stories. Thank you to all Readers, Supporters and Contributors to Subterranean Blue Poetry!

- Subterranean Blue Poetry



Margaret Saine


a cloud has fallen
dark on the murmur of life
pause to breathe deeply

tell how is your sun
in the middle of winter
tell how is your soul

help me change my eyes
to dive into your deepest
dreams of starry nights

my cells are growing
around the void of absence
the voice of silence

help me to be brave
as we dive deep down into
the heart of our wave


winter dormancy
longing for the green embrace
of flowers and trees

winter buds sleeping
then flying open come spring
to make a summer

my old year remains
the telling of the story
told to a silence

tonight in my face
there is a silence born of
many a winter

this silence looks like
a lost ship, reflection of
both darkness and light

winter's lost sheep
shipwrecked in a delusion
of coming rebirth

whatever its shape
found on miraculous Earth
it's all a landscape

your white icy breath
my skin holds the memory
of your caresses


let the daylight fade
and night fall: I want to be part
of your dreaming

when the oceans roar
and hills echo with murmurs
we shall move closer

flying through the night
a moth makes the air tremble
our dreams start rustling

from a darkened world
we quickly cross the threshold
to hold and cherish

in the sheets of night
your bold body appears dressed
only in my gaze

the burden of words
our rosary of poems
holding joy and pain

in the night's embrace
unison bodies inflamed
hearts nude to the touch

in the time of glaciers

by Kenneth Kesner

there i saw beautiful in her
she reads a story a million times
maybe one she's writing
or about to begin another
about something you can't see
a memory of a far away friend
the day the sun went to hide
both came back as the moon
stayed late for tea i'm told
only i'd hear her breathing
breathing always as never before
heart everywhere and confessed
i'll create the exquisite right now
i will she promises her audience
and we applaud in smiles
things like inviting strangers
to come around and chat
about people we'd like to know
and painting every august sunset
on a different pane till they're gone
and the times we sailed kites at dark
felt them dance and hypnotize




D. Gilson

The night Max wore his wolf suit
made him infamous, bred the child star
never sent to bed. Middle school,
Max started drinking, Not in my house,
his mother begged, No, No, No wild thing.
Max reminded her who bought
this condo, who paid for her meds.
Freshman year, Max raved. Roared
his terrible roar, rolled, and almost
wound up in a warehouse dead.
Where, oh where, do the wild things
go? To rehab in high school.
To college on residual book sales.
Max kept his head down. Laughed
at drunken frat boys. Bro, let the wild
rumpus start. Max said, No thanks,
and volunteered for the Peace Corps
instead. Two years in Kenya, one
in Belarus, the president thought
Max might be of some use. Max
moved to Washington, appointed
at the State Department a cultural
attaché. One important day Max wore
his wolf-gray suit, then drove home
well past rush hour in a freak snow storm.
Max drove on the deserted beltway,
thought it his throne. Yes, Max belted,
this is where the wild things roam.


Craigslist Maine - Missed Connections - February 19th, 2018 - Anonymous

Good morning Sunshine - m4w (Looking East)

It is quiet and cold this morning and then I was looking East. Sun, you gave me this really warm feeling. You were in my thoughts all day. Maybe soon you will melt all this snow.

(N.B.: "Good morning sunshine . . . " - a note from the editor

"the earth says hello" - a note from the other editor

"twirly girl, twirly girl, twirly girl" - says the cat

"dance" - says the other cat "I am trying to eat breakfast" - says Machiavelli

"twirly, twirly, twirly" - says the cat

"stay away from me and stay away from my breakfast" - says Machiavelli

"twirly" - says the other cat)



Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry

Title of Book: Flutter: southern gothic fever dream

Author: Kristin Garth

Publisher: TwistuT Press

Date of Publication: 2020

Pages: 104

"Porgy, Porgy pudding and pie
Kissed the girls and made them cry . . ."
- Children's Nursery Rhyme

"If you go out in the woods today . . ."
- The Teddy Bear's Picnic Music by John Walter Bratton/Lyrics by Jimmy Kennedy

An eloquent New Age interpretation of steampunk in dark gothic mythos by Kristin Garth, illustrations by Mathew Yates, an offering from Generation "X". Kristin Garth is an Indie Poet who writes dark mystery Goth in Old World sonnet forms. She has been nominated for the Pushcart, Best of the Net and Rhysling Awards. Garth regularly appears on Twitter video reciting her original creation poetry, as an incredibly captivating muse. She is the Poetry Editor at Pink Plastic House, has written 14 books of poetry and edited 3 anthologies.

This horror Goth poetic work spins altered states, swims in and out of nightmare scapes as if reality suspended exists in the realm of dark magic and the spirit world. It lives inside Shakespeare, motorcycles and horses, as if a street parable, a superimposed street scene that brings elements of the post-modern "Lupracalia" society (fueling the war economy) into an historical surreal nightmare. As if in street archetypes, Etienne the boy lover of the mermaid Thora, who wishes him back but he can't or won't comply, the fellow mermaids, the girls in high school, the "blooming" the flower heads of deer, the other lovers of Etienne. A dark magical ride.

The idea of the resurrected Old World Society in cultural symbolism and violence of bedrites borrowing from "Satanic Ritual" becomes. The poems are sonnets with 14 lines and a rhyming couplet at the end akin in form and tone to Shakespearean sonnets. After each sonnet is a deconstructed prose piece that develops the storyline, often presenting historical or scientific facts that effectively weave the write. The poetry is quite brilliant with an Old World sensibility that captivates. This dark mystery write may borrow in theme from the tradition of the macabre Romanticism of Edgar Allan Poe in such writings as The Raven.

An original New Age Renaissance Republique of Poetry magical casting, in dark fantasia, that leaves This Writer spellbound. Flutter: southern gothic fever dream by Kristin Garth.

Available from the Author @ www.kristingarth.com.



From the Brownings and Beyond


Bob McNeil

(Featured Poet Introduction at the New York Browning Society, 2019)

Of all the subjects at a writer's disposal, love is perhaps the most popular. Quite amazingly, in defiance to wars, famine, economic strife, and this world's ravenous necrogenic appetite, the topic of love endures. Again, I say, this world literary feeds on death. And, yet, love inspires both professional writers and dilettantes. From school children to scholars, love is a favored premise in verses.

It is my modest belief that a poet cannot write a profound composition about love until he or she experiences the hardships of pain, rejection, and loneliness that the world offers. For it is thru abject conditions writers appreciate the divine greatness of Eros, Philia, Ludus, Agape, Pragma, Philautia, and Storge. Allow me to elucidate. Try to imagine obscene wealth. Gifted with every lavish resource in the world, you would grow weary due to the opulence of it all. Let's say that with the wealth, you could eat anything you want at any time you want. After a while, you would no longer appreciate the flavor or texture of the meal. The meal would become quite banal. It would be soporific, indeed. This, too, could be said of love. If your every desire is satisfied all the time, you will learn to take it for granted. Now and then, or perhaps more often than that, you hear couples use a phrase like this: He or she does not appreciate me anymore. Alas, to quote Shakespeare: "Ay, there's the rub."

That aforesaid thought brings me to my point. The reason why the poems and letters of Robert and Elizabeth Browning effectively express love so well is because of the fact that they endured loneliness and pain in their lives. Their connubial union was fate's gift after years of anguish. Elizabeth's illness and her father's disapproval of her romantic relationship did not impede her love for Robert. Built on affection, respect, and words, the Brownings created a relationship for the ages.

Throughout history, as we all know, some of the greatest loves endured emotional blizzards, hurricanes of hostility, and a tsunami of sentiments. Somehow, in spite of the onslaught of trepidations, love remained undaunted. Today, love poetry still communicates by telling us, with each word, despite environmental, racial, and terroristic problems, there is still human warmth. Even in a world of inexhaustible unpleasantness, there is till the beauty of love. This point was not lost on the Brownings, and it should not be lost on us, either.

There is a love

That is closer

Than closeness can be,

Deeper than the deepest skin pore,

More purposeful than the heart,

Farther than the farthest part

Where the bones start,

Within the marrow,

Never becoming fallow,

You will see

The most enduring part of me

Which is my need for you.



Rebecca Anne Banks

"Spiro's light, bare branches entangled and bare, the winter bright with quiet . . ."

sky scriptures liner notes from Eddie I am not shooting the moon, the moon is already dead attached to other people's sorrow everyone is a stranger the night is a stranger a couple of bucks for Mary Grace i am just a girl in my grandmother's kitchen, again of a winter's morning the man controlling the light magic f stuck in the hands of time 3 o'clock Sunday day glow pine push push the needle through the cloth the antique chair breathes wolf guard pen capishan a touch of blue night haigy thorntree purse squires accouterage brodeur buxbaum words like a drug, time is like a drug . . . it goes by so quickly ecrire ecrire cockshire . . . bang, bangs a drug warm and back . . . wrecks you wrecks you all over . . . the hot water rolls, rolls down soaks the skin . . .


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).

Kristin Garth (Poet, Poetry Editor) is Editor in Chief/dollhouse architect of Pink Plastic House a poetry journal. She has worked as a dancer, writes poetry in the sonnet form, is published in journals and has published 3 Anthologies. She has written 14 books of poetry including Pink Plastic House, Good Girl Games, Shut Your, Eyes, Succubi(Maverick Duck Press), The Wer Mer (Thirty West Publications), Pensacola Girls (Bone & Ink Press), Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir, Shakespeare for Sociopaths, Dewy Decimals (The Hedgehog Poetry), Puritan U, A Victorian Dollhousing Ceremony (Rhythm & Bones Press), The Meadow, The Stakes (APEP Publications), Sock Slut (Slang Media Lab), Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistuT Press). www.kristingarth.com.

D. Gilson (Poet, Poetry Editor, Professor) is the Poetry Editor at Lunch Review www.lunchreview.org and teaches at Texas Tech University. He is published and has written books of poetry including Jesus Freak (Bloomsbury Academic, 2018), I Will Say This Exactly One Time: Essays (Sibling Rivalry Press, 2015), Crush (Punctum Books, 2014), Brit Lit (Sibling Rivalry Press, 2013), Catch and Release (Seven Kitchens Press, 2012). He was awarded the Robin Becker Prize.

Kenneth Kesner has worked abroad in various capacities with USIS. Recent publication credits include IthacaLit, The Opiate, Phenomenal Literature, Tule Review and Visitant. Whenever possible he volunteers to assist immigrants to the U.S. with the enculturation process.

Bob McNeil is the author of Verses of Realness. Hal Sirowitz, Queens Poet Laureate, described the book as "A fantastic trip through the mind of a poet who doesn't flinch at the truth." McNeil was published in The Shout It Out Anthology, Brine Rights: Stanzas and Clauses for the Causes (Volume 1), San Francisco Peace and Hope, and The Self-Portrait Poetry Collection, etc. Furthermore, his work as a professional illustrator, spoken word artist, and writer is dedicated to one cause - justice.

Margaret Saine was born in Germany and lives in California. She has taught French and Hispanic literatures and writes in five languages, also translating othher poets between them. Her books of poetry are Bodyscapes, Words of Art, Lit Angels, and Gardens of the Earth. Saine has also published four poetry books and a childhood memoir in Germany. She has written over 4,000 Haiku and has several manuscripts in Italian, French and Spanish ready for publication.