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The old man reaches out his hand
and the young man
reaches out his hand
but they’re not quite close enough to touch.
We come upon the unexpected
news of your death.
It’s a work day.
Maybe all this sweating does some good?
The main thing is your idea (you said)
of who you are.
Then the rearrangement
of the furniture, everyone in black.
Though isn’t there always someone in a dark
color not black, because they don’t have black.
Or maybe, for once,
I wanted to express myself.
Sometimes, now, I think
you’re really in Brazil
or Colorado. Free
to start a different life,
take up
a different instrument.
—Some leaves never let go.
—But don’t they always fall in the end?
—I don’t know. Presumably.
—Are they dead? Even if they still hang on?
—Depends. On your definition. But yes.
About the poet:
Kate Greenstreet's new book Young Tambling is just out from Ahsahta Press. Her other books are case sensitive and The Last 4 Things, also with Ahsahta. For more information, visit Kate's site at kickingwind.com.
More inforamtion about Young Tambling, including how to purchase, can be found at: https://ahsahtapress.org/product/young-tambling/.
(Attn Northern Utah friends!) Kate Greenstreet will be reading with Janet Holmes on Monday, April 8th at 7 pm in The Art Barn (54 Finch Lane, SLC, UT). Presented by Sugar House Review and City Art the event is free and open to the public.
About the Sound of Sugar:
We’ve loved reading the work that we’ve published (clearly), so now we want an opportunity to better hear our contributors.We will feature an audio recording of a poem from one of our seven issues, read by the poet and updated every couple of weeks. This an open invitation to all contributors from any of our issues, we were delighted to print your work, now we’re eager to hear it.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
The Sound of Sugar....Kat Finch
WAKE
he’s a hypnic jerk, he’s a hypnic jerk, in my ear he’s a hypnic jerk
and he got blue knees, yeah he got blue knees—he’s a cosmic squeeze
baby bound bowline hook and sinker so the butter is mellow
feeling all sorts of yellow
let it go let it go let it go (let it snow (repeat x3))
electro-pop rocks and soda synth slough almost make it true
this isn’t a poem about you cosmic blue and an old black shoe
it’s about tenfold and coming on fast or slow
shit red bike and a 40, hey no now not nearly 42, 42 is never not you
atlantic pedantic and neurotic too
homily anomaly stitch the tool mouths blue blue
squeeze let out the tease let loose the tease take it whole
bike fight bike fight saw sasquatch bleached dead bleached
legs not so cosmic not so cosmic you electro-funk fool
put past the ears the nears put past the you break it blue
and a hypnic jerk just a picnic jerk he’s a hypnic jerk the ear whore you
sop blue knees sop blue knees nobody ever did never say please
About the poet:
Kat Finch is a poetry editor at Mixed Fruit Magazine. She likes her orange cat and her copper bike. Her poems can be found in Birdfeast, The Dirty Napkin, and The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review among others.
About the Sound of Sugar:
We’ve loved reading the work that we’ve published (clearly), so now we want an opportunity to better hear our contributors.We will feature an audio recording of a poem from one of our seven issues, read by the poet and updated every couple of weeks. This an open invitation to all contributors from any of our issues, we were delighted to print your work, now we’re eager to hear it.
he’s a hypnic jerk, he’s a hypnic jerk, in my ear he’s a hypnic jerk
and he got blue knees, yeah he got blue knees—he’s a cosmic squeeze
baby bound bowline hook and sinker so the butter is mellow
feeling all sorts of yellow
let it go let it go let it go (let it snow (repeat x3))
electro-pop rocks and soda synth slough almost make it true
this isn’t a poem about you cosmic blue and an old black shoe
it’s about tenfold and coming on fast or slow
shit red bike and a 40, hey no now not nearly 42, 42 is never not you
atlantic pedantic and neurotic too
homily anomaly stitch the tool mouths blue blue
squeeze let out the tease let loose the tease take it whole
bike fight bike fight saw sasquatch bleached dead bleached
legs not so cosmic not so cosmic you electro-funk fool
put past the ears the nears put past the you break it blue
and a hypnic jerk just a picnic jerk he’s a hypnic jerk the ear whore you
sop blue knees sop blue knees nobody ever did never say please
About the poet:
Kat Finch is a poetry editor at Mixed Fruit Magazine. She likes her orange cat and her copper bike. Her poems can be found in Birdfeast, The Dirty Napkin, and The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review among others.
About the Sound of Sugar:
We’ve loved reading the work that we’ve published (clearly), so now we want an opportunity to better hear our contributors.We will feature an audio recording of a poem from one of our seven issues, read by the poet and updated every couple of weeks. This an open invitation to all contributors from any of our issues, we were delighted to print your work, now we’re eager to hear it.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
The Sound of Sugar....Matt Mason
September 21: Poem For Omaha
There’s just enough mist
for the lamp posts to masquerade
as tent poles tonight;
instead of spilling
down, they hold up
canvases of light.
And 30th Street shines
like a river under the moon
washing past brown pawn shops gone to bed,
because this city smells
beautiful, this city
of wet leaves
sticking like frescos
along the sidewalks, a masterpiece
the length of my city
that I remember–with a start
as I drive home, window down–
I love.
About the poet:
Matt Mason has won a Pushcart Prize and 2 Nebraska Book Awards (for Poetry in 2007 and Anthology in 2006); organized and run poetry programming with the U.S. Department of State in Kathmandu, Nepal and Minsk, Belarus; and been on 5 teams at the National Poetry Slam. He is Executive Director of the Nebraska Writers Collective, former board president of the Nebraska Center for the Book, and has served as the Nebraska State Coordinator for Poetry Out Loud, a Poetry Foundation/NEA program. His website is matt.midverse.com. This poem appears in his book The Baby That Ate Cincinnati, out from Stephen F. Austin University Press in Spring, 2013.
About the Sound of Sugar:
We’ve loved reading the work that we’ve published (clearly), so now we want an opportunity to better hear our contributors.We will feature an audio recording of a poem from one of our seven issues, read by the poet and updated every couple of weeks. This an open invitation to all contributors from any of our issues, we were delighted to print your work, now we’re eager to
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