Posts Tagged ‘Rutherford’

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RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – April 17

April 19, 2018

Poem of the Week 04/17/18

At His House

Arthur Russell

She slept in the car,
under two coats,
half woke cold wondering
whether to go in,
hiding from him and the chill
with reasons banked like drifts
and snow clumping on the window
next to her face.

He saw the car
from the second floor
bedded down in snow,
no footprints, and she wasn’t
in the spare room, the windshield
covered; he stubbed
his cigarette and went down.

Snow on the window screens
made the square grid show;
she opened the car door and blinked.

He opened the door, waited
for her to come, rehearsing,
by slight movements
how he would open his arms
to her.

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GV – Jennifer Poteet and Chelsea Carlson

April 16, 2018

NEW POETRY, MUSIC RELEASES AT GAINVILLE CAFE

The Magic Circle returns to GainVille Café Friday, April 27. Both our guest musician and feature poet are launching new releases so this should be good be! JENNIFER POTEET is launching a book of poems called “Sleepwalking Home” while a favorite GainVille performer returning for an encore, CHELSEA CARLSON, has a brand new single called “Windows.” Also on tap the Red Wheelbarrow Poets’ Bring-Your-A-Game open mic.

A $9 cover includes coffee/tea, dessert. 7 PM

GainVille Café,
17 Ames Avenue, Rutherford
201-507-1800

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RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – April 10

April 12, 2018

Poem of the Week 04/10/18

Maggie Amanda Jones at 104

John Barrale

She remembers Nantucket Island when it was the true heart
of her clipper ship captain, his ways set and weathered,
like the gray boards and red brick of the house they shared.

She misses him, still keeps his oil-skinned slicker on the hook
where he hung it to dry, a bulky thing— yellow-colored,
blonde like him.

He is in the small things: his meerschaum pipe
with the carved, bearded face waiting
like the doily on the parlor chair— its weave finer
than the best net, something she crocheted
as if to catch the Bay Rum smell from his hair.

Their house is a maze now, become so in a matter of fact way
when last year’s confusion struck— her stroke a slap
that said sit down.

She is slow. Her pride, like her chair’s wheels,
stubborn as oxen and often stuck in the rug’s pile,
or the floor’s warp—places where she, deer-like,
had once stepped lightly.

Maggie still remembers the hero uncles lost at sea,
each a tale told at midnight by dead aunts
who stare from painted portraits,
their whispers sea swells and dark knots
scattered along the parlor’s pine panels.

The aunts wear bright bonnets in morning sunlight,
and beg a smile when she passes, dear sister friends
who sit with her for breakfast tea by the fire.

She smiles, runs her hand through thinning hair.
She is old, very old, older than they once were.
Her ways simple —Sunday afternoons
one sherry glass set on the table not two.

But she is still alive, quietly enduring,
like her neighbor’s promise kept for sixty years—
not to cut the shared yard’s oak.

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RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – April 3

April 4, 2018

Poem of the Week 04/03/18

Love me

Claudia Serea

With gusts of wind through lace curtains
and white bed sheets,

love me with water,
endless spring rain,

love me with chocolate
and champagne,
fill bathtubs, tunnels, and pipes,

love me like fire,
blindfolded and light,

like a rock concert
in a burning library,

like a bullet train leaving the station
with cellos and violins—

love me like ghosts in the old palace,
with hammers and swords,

love me
like war,
with dust, tanks, and humvees,

crunch me between your teeth
like a rose stem,

love me like a bargain,

like barter, give me your heart
and I’ll give you rice
and a chicken for it,

love me like the sun loves the moon,
and soup the spoon,

love me like a breeze in your hair,
love me like your breath,

like all life
and all death.

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RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – March 27

March 28, 2018

Poem of the Week 03/27/18

Condo Pool

Janet Kolstein

Leaning back in the hot, bubbling water,
he looks at me with steamy eyes,
his face flushed, his hair wild
and curled like Gabinius.
“I admire you,” he says,
“So many people don’t come down
to the pool, but you do.”
“You are an inspiration.”

Really?, I murmur.

Thank
you.

Thank you for nothing. Thank you
for lacking the facts. Thank you
for ignoring my questions regarding
the locker room renovation. Thank you
for replying to my email with
WHO ARE YOU?
Thanks for doing the little scuttle dance
when I try to speak to you,
for your condescension
wrapped in bonhomie.

I turn to walk away
over the perforated plastic mats
at the edge of the indoor pool,
the sun barely making it out
of the scrim of winter clouds,
and I wonder if the lifeguard
is going to open the door for me.

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RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – March 20

March 23, 2018

Poem of the Week 03/20/18

Speedy Motherfucking Gonzales

Claudia Serea

Rung like rags,
we climb aboard,

little life left
in these body carcasses,

juiceless lemons
after making lemonade
all day.

But this driver was bit
by the bat from Hell.

Hunched over the wheel,
he’s the hawk
of the highway.

If I weren’t so tired,
I’d let out an Arriba, arriba,
ándale arriba!

when the bus flies
onto Route 3,

away—away—away
from the city in flames.

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GV – Brendan Fogarty and Fiona Conway (+ POW 2 Poets!)

March 16, 2018

IRISH MUSIC, POW POETRY
AT GAINVILLE MARCH 23

The Magic Circle returns to GainVille Café Friday, March 23. We are celebrating the release of our book POW 2 (Poet of the Week) and will feature many of the writers in the book. Our musical guests BRENDAN FOGARTY and FIONA CONWAY are returning to present Irish traditional music. Also featuring the Red Wheelbarrow Poets’ Bring-Your-A-Game open mic.

A $9 cover includes coffee/tea, dessert. 7 PM

GainVille Café,
17 Ames Avenue, Rutherford
201-507-1800

And mark your calendars for the return of GV favorites CHELSEA CARLSON (April 27) and LISA BIANCO (July 27). PETE McCULLOUGH is pending for June!