Summer Poetry Pop-up: Jacqueline Jules

Waiting To Heal

Fractured bone

bleeds, then clots.

A callus forms

and tissue toughens—

as long as

circulation is good,

no infection intrudes,

and the limb

stays immobile

long enough.

Bone cells

possess the magic

to link broken parts,

become whole enough

to bear the weight

of living once again.

If only waiting

weeks and weeks

didn’t blister and itch

or entomb every thought

inside a plaster crypt.

                                        --Jacqueline Jules

"Waiting to Heal" appears in Itzhak Perlman's Broken String.

Jacqueline Jules is the author of three chapbooks, Field Trip to the Museum (Finishing Line Press), Stronger Than Cleopatra (ELJ Publications), and Itzhak Perlman’s Broken String (Winner, Helen Kay Chapbook Prize 2016). Her work has appeared in over 100 publications. Visit her online at www.jacquelinejules.com where you will see that she is also the author of 40 books for young readers including the Zapato Power series and Pluto is Peeved.

Summer Poetry Pop-up: Kim Roberts

A BOY NAMED SCHMUTZ

His mother dressed him up so fine,

spent all her cash on sailor suits,
wool knickers with the sewn-in pleats,
and floppy grosgrain ribbon ties.
The Coney Island crowd of boys
liked him though: his dirty jokes,

his pitching arm.  Also the way
he let his mother dress him up,
then watched her face go purple-red
screaming down the tenement walls
to all the ragged neighbor boys
who called him out to stickball games.

His name is Irving! she would shout
to my father and his gang below.
It's Irving!  You dirty indigents!
You impecunious gutter rats!
No one screamed as gloriously:
How dare you beggars call him Schmutz!

                                                                   --Kim Roberts

Kim Roberts is the author of A Literary Guide to Washington, DC: Walking in the Footsteps of American Writers from Francis Scott Key to Zora Neale Hurston (University of Virginia Press, 2018), and five books of poems, most recently The Scientific Method (WordTech Editions, 2017). She co-edits the journal Beltway Poetry Quarterly and the web exhibit DC Writers’ Homes. Roberts has been the recipient of grants from the National Endowment for the Humanities, HumanitiesDC, and the DC Commission on the Arts, and has been a writer-in-residence at 17 artist colonies (and will attend her 18th, Art OMI in New York State, this coming October). Poems of hers have been featured in the Wick Poetry Center’s Traveling Stanzas Project, on the Academy of American Poets’ Poem-a-Day Project, and on podcasts sponsored by the Library of Congress and the National Endowment for the Arts. Her website: http://www.kimroberts.org

Summer Poetry Pop-Up: Grace Cavalieri

THE PICNIC BY THE OCEAN

The Octopus offers me one of his three hearts,

briar and holly for friendship in the second and third,

saved for times of longing, times of loss.

A strange romance, I admit—

Friends would never approve or believe,

yet he was untouched by human hands.

How can we say this is not a source of wonder—

“Who will sing my song, if not you?”  he asked.

“Who will dream of me, as I lay under the stillness of water?”

Even an Octopus can be eloquent, and then again,

as we know, enormous need can become power.

What am I supposed to do now?

I stand by the water,

my woolen dress unraveling in the waves. 

                                                           --Grace Cavalieri

Grace Cavalieri's new book is Other Voices, Other Lives (Alan Squire Publisher.) She celebrates 41 years on public radio with "The Poet and the Poem" now from the Library Of Congress.Her play "Quilting The Sun," which premiered at the Smithsonian Institution, will see a 2019 production.

Summer Poetry Pop-Up: Judith McCombs

Chief M’Comie Mor and the Kelpies

  

Kelpies are the shape-shifting water spirits of Scotland’s rivers. They take the forms of beautiful horses and hairy, water-weedy humans. Kelpies lure people out to drown them. 

   Glenshee, Perthshire, 1600s

There came a wailing at the door

That night of roaring wind.

O save my man, M’Comie Mor!

M’Comie, let me in.

The flood has swept my good man down,

Shee River runs so high.

There’s none but you can save him now,

O help or he will die.

Shee Water leaps like a wild, wild steed

There’s none but you can tame.

O leave your sleep and come with me

If M’Comie be your name.

The stars were dim, the moon was banned,

He probed the shifting mud

And waded out, his staff in hand,

To brave that raging flood.

A cry he heard, then saw a face

Rise like a thing half-drowned.

The Chief stood braced to pull it safe--

But it reared to stamp him down.

It was no man, but a kelpie-steed

Who carries off mere men.

He hurled his staff at the creature’s head

As the kelpie dove again.

Then the kelpie’s wife struck M’Comie’s side

With her flailing water-weeds--

In the pounding rain he hurled him free

While she joined her wave-born steed.

--Judith McCombs

Innisfree Poetry Journal; rpt. Clach of Clan MacThomas

Judith McCombs grew up nomadic, in a geodetic surveyor’s family. Her poems appear in Delmarva, Potomac & Saranac Reviews, Innisfree, Nimrod (Neruda Award), Poetry, Shenandoah (Graybeal-Gowen Prize); and The Habit of Fire: Poems Selected & New. She is active in Word WorksDC, Federal Poets; and arranges the Kensington Row Bookshop’s Poetry Readings.

Summer Poetry Pop-Up: Myra Sklarew

Safety in Our National Parks

          It is true, an absolute necessity.  We need concealed

          weapons  in our national parks, Taurus revolvers

          with their long and distinguished history. Or

          Uzis, courtesy of the IDF.  AK-47s,  Kalashnikov’s gift

          to the free world. We must protect ourselves

          against ancient redwood trees, Trumpeter Swans,

          Sandhill Cranes and eagles, anonymous killer moths,

          groundhogs. Against geysers, waterfalls, caldera,

          spiders, sagebrush, glacial lakes and fossils, elk and coyote,

          Bighorn Sheep. Thus we carry armloads of supplies,

          multiple cartridges, loaded magazines, backpacks.

          How grateful we are to our legislators for making

          this possible. We must be armed in the event the sun

          fixes its hot glance on us, or an errant star appears

          in the night sky like some infrared searchlight.

          It is not possible to be too careful in the national park.

                                                                         --Myra Sklarew

(U.S. national parks open to holders of concealed firearms, February 22, 2010)

                                                                                           

Myra Sklarew attended Tufts University and the Writing Seminars at Johns Hopkins, and studied bacterial viruses and genetics at Cold Spring Harbor Biological Institute. She conducted research on memory and prefrontal lobe function at Yale University School of Medicine. Her books include collections of poetry, short prose, essays and the forthcoming, A Survivor Named Trauma.

Sistah Joy Alford

Poet Sistah Joy has published a new website  with information about her work, her writing and her ministry with words. “Poetry allows spirits to take flight and soar,” she writes, and within a few seconds of scrolling, one can see just how her words have moved so many—poets and non-poets alike—to reach beyond complacency towards an energetic field where potential is just the beginning.


We hope you’ll take a minute to go to Sistah Joy’s page and relish all that’s there.

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