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Poetry - Selections from The White Crow v1, i3 - Osric Publishing
(More poetry from C. C. Russell, John Sweet, Janet Kuypers, and Michael Estabrook, as well as Gary Jurechka, Mia T. Starr, and Richard I. Cohen available in the print version of The White Crow v.1, i.3, available for $2.00 ppd from Osric Publishing. Did I mention it has a hand-printed cover? Only $2.00!)
Erin
You have only been
to the sea twice
but you write
as if you lived there.
There is cold salt
water
running through you,
or so you say.
You sing of ships
and storms
and straining bodies,
of some sort
of adventure.
You bask in the tide
you can't quite remember,
swimming in the open
waters
of wishful
thinking.
- C. C. Russell
her prozac year
mary says
her prozac year
was her worst
says
she'd rather fell
suicidal
than fell
nothing at all
tells me
she'll always hate
her parents
for everything
says it's nice
to be able to hate
again
- John Sweet
How Could I Not Love You
In hysterics, we danced as we
crashed the Chinese New Year's Ball.
You taught me how to waltz.
Blushing, I listened
to your best friend ask me
if you were opening up sexually.
I told him there was no problem.
I remember when we fulfilled
the prophecy of your horoscope
by sharing champagne at the
fireplace at the end of the week.
We even toasted marshmallows.
Nervous, I stood in the amphitheater
and serenaded you.
I'm sure I sang off key, but
you said you loved my voice.
You gave me a long-stemmed rose
when you made me dinner,
when we went downtown,
when you came back from church.
I kept those roses.
Teeth chattering, we sat on a tire
and kissed at the playground at
midnight.
It was bitter cold, but I didn't care.
The thought of you
puts a sparkle in my eye
and I can't help but smile
whenever i see you.
How could I not love you?
- Janet Kuypers
Male Dominated Culture and the Shape of Books
Emily Dickenson folded her poems into little packets
that eventually became published as large encompassing editions
Men have larger hands than women
- B. Chown
what can you expect she's an engineer
Mozart's Violin Concerto No. 3 in G Major.
Augustin Dumay's playing like ice melting in
the dawn's rising sun. I turn the volume higher
and say to her, if you listen carefully you can
actually hear him breathing. A quizzical
expression drifts across her face as she asks,
"Why would I want to hear that?"
- Michael Estabrook
Published 1995. Crowright 2000 Osric Publishing. Last updated 07.02.2000