Monday Poem

//Dear Joe The Plumber, In E.L. Doctorow’s Ragtime, Emma Goldman explains to character Evelyn Nesbit why Evelyn (having become recently newsworthy) has become such a celebrity:“I am often asked the question,” says Emma, “how can the masses permit themselves to be exploited by the few. The answer is By being persuaded to identify with them.…

Monday Poem

///Bread, House, Salt, God —the family of simple monosyllabic words.–from Another Country, a memoir by Adam Zagajewski; Bread House Salt GodJim Culleny The tsunami scent of yeast flooded our housein the mornings my mother baked bread. Up through floorboards it came;up the stairwell.  It spreadstirring our dreamselves awake. Baked bread A bell for the nose,…

Monday Poem

///Two DeathsJim Culleny 1. Mirror Under cover of light the moon disappears;goes just like that, following my mother;travelling not by casket, but insteadby memory and dream, alikeas death and birth, so alike there’s just this mirror between them. 2. Da’s Marker In a cemetery overlooking what used to be a lakemy father’s stone’s a tiny…

Monday Poem

///Girl on Trapeze—Vignette through a windshieldJim Culleny……………………………………..Young chick at a curb waiting for a green. It comes, she goes head downchecking out the cut of her jeans:how they lay across her shoes;the way the inseams hug her firm thighs;the fine, faded blues. Sweet on self, she imagines an approaching guysees what she eyes: sees himself…

Monday Poem

///Tabula RasasJim Culleny In our town new mothers spring up like weeds.They roll fold-up strollersalong Bridge Street ortote sleeping babes that loll liketot marsupials in sacksstrapped across breasts:gene parachutestrussed over shouldersand buckled in back. A moment agothese moms were totmarsupials too. Now, out of nowhere–ignorant as saints or immune from despair, or both–they come toting…

Monday Poems

///Backyard HaikuJim Culleny Damn!under a flat rockthe chipmunk, scooting, is gonethe cat’s tail twitches. Politicsbefore time runs outit’s important to breathe freeat least once, no less. SuddenessA cat waits underthe wisteria, so cool.A bird flies too low. Chimineahere’s the fire, red inthe chiminea, flamingin fall before snow. Emissionsit’s snowblower timeyellow overalls appearexhaust and white plumes…