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April 2008
Armine Iknadossian -
1 Poem
James Bertolino - 1 new Poem
George Moore - 1 Poem
February 2008
Hitler's Mustache poems by Peter Davis
Reviewed
September 2007
Jacqueline Powers - 1
Poem
June 2007
Drift and Pulse by Kathleen Halme - Reviewed
Most Wanted: A gamble in verse by Jeffrey Encke - Reviewed
May 2007
Patty Seyburn - 2 Poems
Tim Mayo - 1 Poem
April 2007
Medal Winning-an essay by Suzanne
Cope
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Rebecca Seiferle
Angel Fire
That day on the mountain, the stones began to speak,
as Christ promised—when he rode into Jerusalem,
and the scribes rebuked the crowd for such
a riot of outcry and song—and it I hushed
them, even the stones would rise up
and sing. The guides told us impending lightning
made the stones chat and clatter, clacking
in that meadow, at 14,000 feet, the rocks
shifting restlessly, shivering against one
another, tapping one another into sound,
in the gathering embrace of an electrical
storm. If our hair should rise into a sudden halo,
we should fall to our knees upon the ground.
But lightning isn't born of the nimbus. The stones sing
because electricity is rising from the earth—fingers
of invisible light, unseen streamers, rising
out of everything that is. So Job called down
the whirlwind, and in Michelangelo's painting,
it's Adam, lactescent and supine
who lifts his hand and summons God to earth.
So in the beginning, a pulse must have reached out
of the primordial ooze, out of the stumps
and stubs of chemical compounds, calling
down the spark from heaven—the bolt
that would transform their static ladders
into fluid DNA. The flare of desire, the jolt
of becoming always rises out of the earth.
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Janurary 2009
Review of Katie
Ford
Elizabeth Alexander Inaugural Poet
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