willows droop with humid afternoon-- the cicada drone the gardener’s straw hat lifting and falling over the lilies white-haired couple hold hands upon a bench-- oak-leaf cluster at their feet breeze off the river-- in my hand a piece of sun-warmed wood brown squirrel saunters by with an acorn-- a river horn blows cool breeze-- the cicadas rasp softly then stop first of september-- sparrows gathering on a wire fence entering the park a few days after the storm-- smell the drying leaves! cool today-- monarchs gathering in the heather garden indian summer-- daises bobbing with flies and honeybees strolling at sunrise-- ginkgo leaves edged in yellow moon on top of pines twin boys in blue windbreakers walk clattering a picket fence-- sticks in different hands laughing child covered with leaves leaps back in the pile wandering the woods-- beyond an old fence a field of pumpkins hallow day-- the…
“Researching” and “The Pain from my Childhood,” poems by Stephen Page, have been published in Last Leaves’ first issue (on pages 78 and 101). Download the .pdf to read the magazine (for free). Check out the whole issue.
The Salty River Bleeds is another terrific creation by Stephen Page. It transports you to location with descriptions of nature and imagery. Wonderful poetry! My book magically disappeared and it turns out my teenage daughter had taken it and left it in her room. She also loved it! I highly recommend Stephen’s sophisticated poems.
A great read and a sequel to “A Ranch Bordering the Salty River.”
Seems we all have a common goal of seeking our unique peace while everyday chaos conspires against us. For Jonathan, his everyday ranch life is filled with Cattle Rustlers, Horse Thieves, Tattlers, Malingerers, Excuse Makers….even a menacing helicopter!
What a lovely adventure! I only hope that Mr. Page continues the saga…and that Jonathan eventually finds his peace, his Myth. — K.N.
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”:
What do you do when you’re not cleaning house, cooking, or washing dishes? — read! OK, I mean, lol, that is what you might want to do after you have seen all you want to see on Netflix and HBO, chatted with all your friends 100 times online, and got bored with playing boardgames.
Having done a lot of traveling in Argentina in the past three years, I certainly welcomed reading Stephen Page’s book “The Salty River Bleeds.” His poems and prose-poems follow the lives of a husband and wife who live and work on an Argentinian ranch for a period of time, in that seemingly endless land of cattle-breeding estancias replacing most of the wildlife of the pampas. The other reviewers have for the most part already written whatever I could say, but I do want to add a bit more. I deeply appreciate Page’s scoping in on one of those estancias whose flatline acres I rode through and whose houses and outlying buildings I squinted at mainly from a distance. His near mythic ranch is like a stage with various characters of sometimes unsavory and even brutal traits. Little by little he reveals an entire universe in microcosm, only this one with gauchos; endless gates and fences and fence posts; South American horses, bulls, cows, and calves, and ancient grasses and flowers relentlessly being replaced by soybeans. I like the way the author conveys the gritty reality of cattle ranching while at the same time weaving in the incomparable beauty of what is left of the pampas its flora and fauna. I especially was moved by the poignancy of the book’s last two poems, The Salty River and Old Man, the first with its crescendo-vision of pink flamingos and the second with the old man in black tatters who keeps materializing, walking, forever walking, alongside the road. The Salty River Bleeds is a book containing many evocative and symbolic levels as befits a giant country, attentive to place and spirit of place and how human beings develop in response to that which surrounds them. I highly recommend a ride through Stephen Page’s poetry. – Susan Deer Cloud, Author of “The Way to Rainbow Mountain.”
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