Tag: Stephen Page’s poetry

Week 4 and Week 7 by Stephen Page

Two Poems by Stephen Page

Stephen Page in Mad, Mad Swirl

Stephen Page and a select number of writers included included in The Best of Mad Swirl 2023:

Reading

Pages of the books I once read,

Yellow and crumble as I turn them.

They once smelled of inked forests.

Now they rank of mildewed towels 

On a dirty basement floor.

Books spill off my bookshelves

Disintegrating as the hit the wood floor.

I pick up my electronic reader,

Push the on button, swipe the page,

Read a book on a non-glare screen.

This light, thin, 6 inch by 4 inch

Rechargeable device holds as many 

Of the tons of paperbacks and hardcovered 

Worlds that line my four office walls,

And I wonder,

                        When will the grid go down,

And how many years,

                                    As opposed to decades,

                                                                          Will the digits

Become outdate ones and zeros,

                                                    Unreadable

Toxic chemicals

                           Polluting

                                          Dry riverbeds

And earth

                 Scorched?

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Teresa and Jonathan Barks

Keep up to date on Stephen Page‘s publications, and follow the further adventures of Teresa and Jonathan Barks on Facebook page Stephen Page, https://facebook.com/Stephen-Page-Author-101662732520431/.

#poet#fictionwriter#essayist#screeenplaywriter#playwrite#BookCritic#electricbass#noisemaker

Stephen Page is part Native American. He is an alumnus of Bennington Writing Seminars, Columbia SchooloftheArts , and Palomar College. He is also a writing Fellow at Vermont Studio Center. He has 4 books of poetry published. He loves his wife, road trips, playing his electric bass, and getting lost in a woods.

Stephen Page’s books:

https://amazon.com/Salty-River-Bleeds-Stephen-Page/dp/1646620259

https://amazon.com/Ranch-Bordering-Salty-River/dp/1635340357

https://amazon.com/-/es/Stephen-Page/dp/0966835301

https://smpages.wordpress.com/2015/09/19/still-dandelinons/

#drama #adventure #read #books

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“Elvis,” a poem by Stephen Page

Elvis

By Stephen Page


Jonathan wakes at 9 o’clock
Hungry He drank a half-bottle
Of Scotch last night while watching
“Elvis,” the movie, with Teresa. She ate
But he did not. She only sipped one
Neat glass of whisky. His head hurts
As he opens the fridge. “Buzz,” the doorbell
Blares. “Fuck you,” Jon shouts at the door,
Then opens it. Cati stands there wearing
A smile. He imagines her naked,
Petite breasts, pink nipples, gumdrop areolas,
Lithe body, blonde pubic hair. He smiles,
“Buen día.” She returns, “Good
Morning.” He steps back
To let her pass by carrying her
Suitcase full of hairstyling
Equipment. She wafts of
Jasmine. “One moment,” he says
And strides to his marriage
Bedroom to wake his wife,
His headache gone, the front door left
Open.

*This poem first published on The Lake

Stephen Page is part Native American. He was born in Detroit. He holds degrees from Columbia University and Bennington College. He has 4 books of poetry published. He loves his wife, long walks through woodlands, nature, solitude, peace, meditating, spontaneous road trips, motorcycles, and accidently on purpose losing his cellphone. 

#poetry #poem #thepoetfromdetroit #elhombredelbosque #thewoodsman #thesaltyriverwriter 

The Repertoire: The Wise Owl Poetry Yearbook 2022

with a poem by Stephen Page

Read the flip book edition here: The Repertoire: The Wise Owl Poetry Yearbook 2022

The Yearbook has been printed on glossy 120 gsm paper and is a collector’s item. Those interested in procuring a copy may write to Administrator, The Wise Owl Imprint at the email editor@thewiseowl.art – electronic editions available also.

J-\bout the Poet Stephen Page and the poem:

Stephen Page

Stephen Page is part Native American. He was born in Detroit. He holds degrees from Palomar College, Columbia University, and Bennington College. He has 4 books of poetry published. He loves his wife, long walks through woodlands, nature, solitude, peace, meditating, spontaneous road trips, motorcycles, smashing cell phones with hammers, dog-earing pages in books, and making noise with his electric bass.

TODAY IS MA TIN·s BIRTHDAYI

you say. 13?

My, how he has grown since the pandemic

I wish we could see him,

Visit him, hug him, tell him I love him.

Everything has change.

I remember holding him, he was weeks old

I remember feeding him apple sauce, pushing his stroller so he could see trees,

So he wouldn’t be inside all day staring at his

mother’s back.

I remember holding his hand and walking by houses to kindergarten,

alphabet,

I taught him to count, to know colors, the

To enter the covered slide alone

And I would wait at the bottom to catch him.

He was naturally well behaved, (except for those terrible twos),

I taught him how to box, defend himself physically

and verbally,

How to talk to girls.

I see his face on video calls,

He says he is OK, but his face says DEPRESSION:

war has changed everything.

-Stephen Page

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)