Fine Art II
The glitterati glitter
at posh auction houses
to bid for paintings
they once sneered at.
Now time has approved
artists who were mocked
for outlandish work
and a slick auctioneer
coaxes millions from collectors
who buy what they buy
because it's valued by others.
New owners proudly bask
at fervent hand clapping
for record sale prices
for the same painting
they once could have bought
for virtually nothing.
Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director, and as an art dealer when he couldn’t make a living in theater. He has 11 published chapbooks and 3 more accepted for publication. His poetry collections include: Days of Destruction(Skive Press), Expectations (Rogue Scholars Press). Dawn in Cities, Assault on Nature, Songs of a Clerk, Civilized Ways, Displays, Perceptions, Fault Lines & Tremors (Winter Goose Publishing). Perturbations, Rude Awakenings and The Remission of Order will be published by Winter Goose Publishing. Conditioned Response (Nazar Look). Resonance(Dreaming Big Publications). Virtual Living (Thurston Howl Publications). His novels include: Extreme Change (Cogwheel Press), Flawed Connections (Black Rose Writing) and Call to Valor (Gnome on Pigs Productions). Sudden Conflicts (Lillicat Publishers). State of Rage will be published by Rainy Day Reads Publishing. His short story collection, A Glimpse of Youth(Sweatshoppe Publications). Now I Accuse and other stories will be published by Winter Goose Publishing. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway. His poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines. He currently lives in New York City.
Upon Reading Federico García Lorca in a Spanish Children’s Bookstore
We stepped from the rainy Madrid streets
Into a magical spell
Where miniature worlds
Spilled across bookshelves.
Some universes embroidered with scarlet trees,
Others gilded with golden leaves.
There were watercolour washes
Of cadmium and cobalt
Circling beneath a collage of cutout vellum.
Dipped in dark Art Nouveau ink
Were kissing cheeks
With otherworldly urchins.
It was a bricolage
De lugares mágicos--
Not of your high tea Wonderlands and Neverlands and Narnias…
Together we read twelve
Poetic fictions fashioned
Through a surreal cerulean horse,
Tethered by conch shells,
Floating through the grainy ethereal portal,
Nuzzling the blind boy who extends a solitary candle
So that we might see
What we do not see.
From within the pages,
We hear a mother singing Lorca’s lullabies
To wide-eyed children
Mamá, bórdame en tu almohada.
de sus hijos
Into a sleep
of haunting Spanish love lyrics and magical meters.
And I wonder--
What is a child?
I see in your eyes
Down the winding tunnel
Dropping past your earthly age
To a kernel
Not yet popped
Into material form with pigments and papers
And Spanish conjugations--
A world in a seedling
Still unfolding, bordered and borderless.
Mary McCulley is a native Texan who currently teaches composition and literature courses at a small private school in the cornfields of Ohio. She is particularly fond of children's illustrated books and impressionistic art. Website.
The colours of the garden are impossible. The bee on the coneflower, yellow, pink, and orange, a scream. Summer Gayfeather in the background, and fantasy of milkweed now gone to fluff. Monarchs light and leave. Continual harvest: berries, bramble. A humid breeze of Morning Glory, blue on the white picket fence; West to the setting sun, East to the rising. A silence that’s never been said. A sentence that’s never been read.
A bee knows one thing:
gather pollen for honey.
Honey for the young.
Carol H. Jewell
Carol H. Jewell is a musician, teacher, librarian, and poet living in Upstate New York with her wife and eight cats. She received her Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from The College of Saint Rose in 2016.
Couple With Their Heads Full of Clouds
The other night
I was tending
peppers in the desert.
You were shaping
made of sand.
The peppers, still young,
had no sign of fruit.
Your table, made of sand
held for a while.
Mary Lou Buschi
This poem first appeared in The Westchester Review.
Mary Lou Buschi’s collections of poetry include Awful Baby (2015), Tight Wire, chapbook (2016), Ukiyo-e, chapbook (2014), and The Spell of Coming (or Going), chapbook (2013). Mary Lou’s poems have appeared in many journals such as Radar, Willow Springs, Thrush, The Laurel Review, Field, among others.
Sometimes at the Beach
there’s a feeling of being at the centre,
in tune with the rhythm of the waves
and the larger rhythm of the tides.
Laid back, looking up,
in full contact,
warm sand all up and down
The cloudless sky
and the long flat horizon,
Bankers and business men
in long serious overcoats
are distant notions.
Only the sand is real,
and the sun-bleached driftwood,
the occasional gull whose harsh cries
call out the sky.
This poem was written for the Surprise Challenge, ekphrastic poetry about Magritte paintings.
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Lonesome, possessing the accoutrements
of wildness, yet stuck against the parapet.
A permanent sentry. Nothing to hunt.
Savagery dried up, the wings
accompanied by arms that have taken their place,
His fleshy feet sweat in leather shoes.
The nails on toes and fingers he keeps clipped short.
His fur: reserved for head and groin.
This jungle: pale green cement, well lit
by an orange haze of sociability. King
in a foreign domain, well suited
to the times, a mind clean and bereft
of improvisation and surprise.
This poem was written as part of the surprise ekphrastic challenge on Magritte's paintings.
Lavina is a painter and mixed media artist as well as a poet. Her poems have appeared in
various journals, including 3Elements Review, The Innisfree Poetry Journal, Kansas
Quarterly, The Literary Review, The Paris Review, Poemeleon, and Prompt and
Circumstance. She is an Associate Editor of Poetry for Inlandia: a Literary Journey.
And she teaches visual art to seniors.
Midsummer's Eve in a Harsh Climate
It wasn't a fiddle, it was an accordion.
So we started, so we continued while June light
rinsed evening air into shadow. Recalled wishes
like not-yet-moths, fluttered around our heads.
A spree of dumbstruck would-be-ers
hoping for a lick of fun in a somber life,
we'd allowed ourselves license to ride the tide
with a ransom of music and some modest laughter.
How about a song? Can't dance in a boat but
the beat of the oars and the way light in the willows
peeked at us from shore lent us the text
to an old drinking song. Spirits come in many forms.
Raise the cup, dunk sorrow, it's a new chance now.
Are we equal to joy? A little jelly to spread gleaming
over the continent of pain.
Grace Marie Grafton
Grace Marie Grafton’s most recent book, Jester, was published by Hip Pocket Press. She is the author of six collections of poetry. Her poems won first prize in the Soul Making contest (PEN women, San Francisco), in the annual Bellingham Review contest, Honorable Mention from Anderbo and Sycamore Review, and have twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Poems recently appear in Sin Fronteras, The Cortland Review, Canary, CA Quarterly, Askew, Fifth Wednesday Journal, poetrymagazine.com and West Trestle Review.
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Recently Unearthed From an Archive of 'Lost Papers' of the Painter R.A. Blakelock (1847-1919), by Dave Shortt
Recently Unearthed From an Archive of 'Lost Papers' of the Painter R.A. Blakelock (1847-1919)
Platte, Medicine Bow, Cheyenne, (invisible) Snake,
Pawnee, Shoshone, (root) diggers
riding out on a horse-
if not art then the curiosity
of migration, hunting
camps under the moon, Man-
nahatta 60 guilder
will get you many fakes,
many cities, empire lying there
in childbirth, debtor
masses crazy for space,
where subject & object
are drawn forces seeking a mutual home
why hang on
to faithless physical
trails of royalties?
schooners leave, gorged
steer clear father
of all but harvest's pictured fatter moons
& suns, luminous
west of East
look, untouched by wars of whites,
avoided like coyotes' eyes hidden
away in animistic thickets
(never met that vision, never even sketched
on the outskirts of Lincoln)
without reservations, there shall be no trespass,
the creation in front of you
seen as form of homage,
the worthless land was an indigenous palette
not yet cut or built up,
in the style of indigence
every baby was stuffed with flesh,
any home about to feel the governing force
would later be swindled
by sunset's relativity
arriving at another undated title
layered into future whistle stops
& bids on estates of Spirit
(withal) a vanishing point of children
which all the zodiac provides for
cowpunchers sodbusters bison hunters
forge Eden with their snake oil
'& the leaf thereof for medicine'
the living, the living
forests starting to accumulate a wealth of
meanings more & more private (the wind owns)
no one takes his colors to represent
salient, or sales, or sage
how hard must one work
to be rewarded beyond the poverty? 9 ways
to Sunday, to infancy & infamy
of nymphless groves without morals Cora,
hideouts where no victim of dusk
was to be recognized
(the great necklace orbiting the big picture
of which the moon is a tiny jewel
was dropped around our childhood
by red giants)
the horse becoming one with the individual
on its back, one
with an accelerating freedom
to exploit the landscape:
make your way old paints,
by this hand, or where you will,
whatever's expressible in western
hanging on for dear life to
Dave Shortt is a longtime writer from the USA whose work has appeared over the years in numerous print and online literary-type venues, including Mesechabe, Nedge, S/WORD, Astropoetica, andVerse Wisconsin. Three of his poems are scheduled for publication sometime this summer/fall in Poetry Salzburg Review, The Journal and Molly Bloom.
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The eyes stare out
from the narrow woodblock print
hung in the narrow gallery
filled with Japanese ghosts
The eyes of Shoki
the Demon Queller
stab out so fiercely
that even an all-purpose agnostic
knows who he will call if he is ever
spooked and scared and needs
a demon quelled.
Kim Peter Kovac
This poem was first published in Allegro Poetry Magazine.
Kim Peter Kovac works nationally and internationally in theater for young audiences with an emphasis on new play development and networking. He tells stories on stages as producer of new plays, and tells stories in writing with lineated poems, prose poems, creative non-fiction, flash fiction, haiku, haibun, and microfiction, with work appearing or forthcoming in print and on-line in journals from Australia, India, Dubai (UAE), England, Scotland, South Africa, and the USA, including The Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, Red Paint Hill, Elsewhere, Frogpond, Mudlark, and Counterexample Poetics. He is fond of avant-garde jazz, murder mysteries, contemporary poetry, and travel, and lives in Alexandria, VA, with his bride, two Maine Coon cats, and two Tibetan Terriers. @kimpeterkovac - www [dot] kimpeterkovac [dot] tumblr [dot] com
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