5 Poems by Stephen Page

Somehow I forgot to post these. Here they are, 5 poems from Stephen Page that were first published on Poetry Pacific and later published in “A Ranch Bordering The Salty River” and “The Salty River Bleeds”:

http://poetrypacific.blogspot.com/2014/11/5-poems-by-stephen-page.html

At Summer’s End by Elizabeth Gauffreau

North of Oxford

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At Summer’s End
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We come upon a bank of beach roses
High above Portsmouth Harbor, rose hips
Unexpectedly signaling the end
Of summer. I stop to take a photograph
Crop tight the crimson ellipsis
Crop tight the leafy green symmetry.
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In my memory
The fruit is smaller, rounder
The bushes a low sprawl
Of dusty leaves where sand meets road
Above Hannaford Cove, cold sweat
Of exposed water pipe beneath my bare feet.
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From somewhere behind me
My mother says, Aunt Etta
Gathered rose hips to make jelly. Aunt Etta
Was my grandmother’s aunt.
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In her memory
My mother is pregnant
The summer Aunt Etta
Comes to stay at the cottage
High above Hannaford Cove.
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Through dormered window
She watches bemused
As the small stooped figure
Moves among the dusty bushes
Easing the rose hips off their stems.
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In her memory at cliff’s…

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The Weighing — Teacher as Transformer

Jane Hirshfield wrote the following poem, speaking to hope and resilience. At the end of our rope, we find we have more to give than we realized. It is a sense “this to shall pass” and we can only live in the present moment, which is fleeting. Hard times reveal fissures in our world and […]

via The Weighing — Teacher as Transformer

The Gospel of Barbecue by Honoree Fanonne Jeffers

Review by Stephen Page

Arriving late in the evening at the ranch house my collie greets me and I give him some raw meat I had brought with me.  I eat a sandwich and drink a glass of milk and go to bed with Honorée Jeffers’ The Gospel of Barbeque (a gift from Ed Ochester), a collection of poems mostly from southern black women points of view.  Each poem is from a different narrator, yet each is written in the first person.  Unique and imbued with ethos, the collection takes the reader into the souls of the repressed to look out upon the world with hope and tenacity.  Jeffers’ voice and style are exemplary. I read it several times and fall asleep around four in the morning.  I wake up early to the sound of rain tapping on the corrugated roof of my office (we have been in a…

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Poetry Broadsides to Support #BlackLivesMatter — The Adroit Journal

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] The Adroit Journal stands in solidarity with the Black Lives Matter movement and protests against police brutality across the nation. We remain outraged at the deaths of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Tony McDade, and Ahmaud Arbery: the latest victims in the United States’s culture of white supremacy. Silence is not an option, but speaking […]

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16 June, 7.30pm. Free event online! — Maria Stadnicka

An opportunity to hear new work as well as fragments from Somnia. Event organised by Gloucester Poetry Festival! Registration and further information: here. Thank you! Note: Latest book ‘Somnia’ published this year by the Knives, Forks and Spoons Press was released on 6th April and can be ordered from the following independent bookshops: Banner Books […]

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Writing Family Memoir: Finding the Guts

BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog

zz_kathyBy Kathy Stevenson

“What are you working on?”  This is probably the question I am most often asked, after forced to reveal (at a cocktail party, to a random seat-mate on the train) that I am a writer.

I always experience a bit of impostor syndrome, even after these many decades of writing and publishing.  After all, I know that when I answer the next question: “Have you written anything I might have heard of?” a pleasantly vacant facade will settle onto the face of the questioner, when I answer, “Mostly, I’ve published essays.  Hundreds of them.”

A look of dismay – or is it panic – then settles onto the face of my seat-mate.  Their only likely life experience with “the essay” might not have been since school days, when they were asked to write any number of three to five-paragraph essays in order to satisfy English curriculum requirements. …

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