Black Fox Literary Magazine 2022 Pushcart Nominations

Prose

“Blank Speech Bubbles” by Theresa Sylvester (Issue 23)

“Crossed Lines” by Michele Wolfe (Issue 23)

“Breaking Kayfabe” by Melissa Grunow (Issue 22)

“One Horn” by Stephen Page (Issue 22)

Poetry

“Purity” by Lilian Wang (Issue 22)

“Picking Violets Before the Apocalypse” by Catheryne Gagnon (Issue 22)

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Poetry Book Reviews: Bartholomew Barker and Stephen Page — Dawn Pisturino’s Blog

The Salty River Bleeds by Stephen Page (2019). Available on Amazon.com.

Stephen Page is an award-winning author whose work has appeared in numerous publications. In this unique collection, he uses poetry and poetic prose to create a realistic portrait of life on an Argentinian ranch. The ranch, its owners, and caretakers, are all fictitious; but Stephen writes with authenticity and conviction. For him, the story is real, from the ambivalent feelings of the owner about leaving the city and isolating out in the countryside; to the lazy, conniving employees; to dealing with bad hombres like cattle rustlers and horse thieves; to birthing calves, riding horses, and watching the crops grow. He expresses concerns about rain and drought; the effects of pesticides on the land; the annoying insects; mechanical issues; and constant repairs on the ranch. The owner’s frustration comes through loud and clear. Life is difficult. But it’s the raw beauty of nature that keeps him going. He has his family to provide for and a loving wife to lean on. In the end, the struggles seem to be all worthwhile.

Stephen’s style is eloquent and simple:

“The tree frogs called the rain last night,

but the rain did not answer.

The intermittent croaking, about

every hour or so, was followed by

a gust of wind and the scent

of water, but no sprinkle, no pour.”

~

“When I am in the city,

I remember why I escape

To the ranch. When I am

On the ranch, I remember why

I want to live in the city.”

(Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash) Milkshakes and Chilidogs and Other Food Poems by Bartholomew Barker (2017).        Available on Amazon.com. Bartholomew is one of the organizers of Living Poetry in North Carolina. Since he is also a food and wine aficionado, it is not surprising that he wrote a poetry book about food. What […]

Poetry Book Reviews: Bartholomew Barker and Stephen Page — Dawn Pisturino’s Blog

Poetry Reading for The Wise Owl

Stephen Page listens to talented poets who were published by The Wise Owl, then reads a couple of poems of his own, one published in The Wise Owl, and one that was published in The San Diego Poetry Annual and later printed in Page’s 3rd book, “A Ranch Bordering the Salty River.” Thank you Racha, Lisa, and the Finishing Line Press crew! (https://www.thewiseowl.art) (https://sandiegopoetryannual.com) (https://www.finishinglinepress.com)

After my First Heart Fluctuation by Stephen Page

The day after my first heart fluctuation

My mother came to visit me.

While we ate pasta and cottage cheese,

She began to cough on the ground pepper

She had liberally sprinkled on top of her food.

.

My mind went back thirty years,

To when my grandfather,

Who was babysitting my sisters and me,

Began to cough from pepper upon steak,

A cough that turned into a red-faced choking,

As he clutched the railing of the stairway

That led away from the kitchen an emptied into

                        The basement.

.

                                                            Later,

As I walked with my mother through Central Park,

And she rambled on about this cousin and that aunt,

I closely watched her facial expressions,

                        And noticed each flutter in her step.

.

North of Oxford

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After my First Heart Fluctuation
.
The day after my first heart fluctuation
My mother came to visit me.
While we sate pasta and cottage cheese,
She began to cough on the ground pepper
She had liberally sprinkled on top of her food.
.
My mind went back thirty years,
To when my grandfather,
Who was baby sitting my sisters and me,
Began to cough from pepper upon steak,
A cough that turned into ta red-faced choking,
As he clutched the railing of the stairway
That led away from the kitchen an emptied into
The basement.
.
Later,
As I walked with my mother through Central Park,
And she rambled on about this cousin and that aunt,
I closely watched her facial expressions,
And noticed each flutter in her step.
.
Stephen Page is part Native American. He was born in Detroit. He holds degrees from Palomar College, Columbia University…

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Catching a Glimpse of My Mother’s Past on a Trip to Buenos Aires by Sanaë Lemoine

Read article here: https://www.cntraveler.com/story/catching-a-glimpse-of-my-mothers-past-on-a-trip-to-buenos-aires

Sanaë Lemoine

CONTRIBUTOR

Sanaë Lemoine is the author of The Margot Affair and a 2022 National Endowment for the Arts Creative Writing Fellow. Born in Paris to a Japanese mother and French father, she was raised in France and Australia. She earned her undergraduate degree from the University of Pennsylvania and her MFA in fiction at Columbia University. She lives in Brooklyn. Her website is here: https://www.sanaelemoine.com

Psychiatrists In Brussels Are Legally Prescribing Museum Visits — ArtsJournal

“From this month, psychiatrists in one of the city’s largest hospitals have been able to offer patients ‘museum prescriptions’, a free visit with a few friends or family members to discover one or more of Brussels’s cultural institutions” as treatment for depression, anxiety, or stress. – The Guardian

Psychiatrists In Brussels Are Legally Prescribing Museum Visits — ArtsJournal

5/14/22

To make Beautiful surroundings

I am from sand dunes,

From dishes and daydreams.

I am from Loon Lake.

I am from the lilacs and mud pies.

I am from baseball and blue eyes, from oatmeal and

hymnals and peppermint cheese.

I am from the first blue house on Clinton River Drive

and the moss growing in the front yard.

The “I love you to the moon and backs”

and the “Come tuck me ins!!!”

I am the chocolate peanut butter no bake cookies and venison chili.

The tent I was conceived in.

And Scottish blood.

The mystery of adoption.

I will become the contentment.

The diligence of the Moon, and the softly

falling rain on Sunday morn.

with love, b

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