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
THREE WINTER HAIKU CYCLES
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
A SILENCE BORN OF WINTER
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
THRESHOLD OF A DARKENED WORLD
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
FEATURED POET: D. GILSON
WHERE THE WILD THINGS GO
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)
FLUTTER: IN THE AMERICAN GOTHIC HORROR TRADITION
Byline: Subterranean Blue Poetry
Title of Book: Flutter: southern gothic fever dream
Author: Kristin Garth
Publisher: TwistuT Press
Date of Publication: 2020
"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.
(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
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).
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.