Ion Codrescu is an artist in Romania. He toured the USA in 1996. His above sumi-e and haiku are published here with his permission.
A gallery of his fine work is available for your viewing on-line at the North Carolina Haiku Society website.
February 17, 2011 update: David Radavich’s new book is Middle-East Mezze (2011, Plain View Press).
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Recovery
Break into pieces
and the pot will shatter
its shards
wherever the earth
will collect them again,
where all fragments
wither, knowing this soil
of the forgotten
over-trod by generations
who feast on time
as if they had it all to themselves,
the débris of the heart left
for grave-robbers to discover
yet I turn in my hand
this one blue triangle over
that must have graced
someone’s living and now mine
where the absence was
I claim and declare it
beautiful and incomplete,
hoping for fingers
finally
to clench all indignities
David Radavich is the author of Slain Species (Court Poetry, London), By the Way: Poems over the Years (Buttonwood, 1998), and Greatest Hits (Pudding House, 2000). He has also published a full-length comedy, Nevertheless . . ., five short dramas, and a wide range of poetry in journals and anthologies. His plays have been performed across the U.S., including six Off-Off-Broadway productions. Fragments of the Third Planet received its European premiere in 2000 in Germany. America Bound: An Epic for Our Time (Plain View, 2007), narrates American history from World War II to the present. His latest collection is Canonicals: Love’s Hours (Finishing Line, 2009).
David’s website is www.davidradavich.org. He welcomes you to visit, browse through more of his writing, and offer your feedback.
“Recovery” was also published in Welcoming Hope: Poems for those in need (Elin Grace Publishing, 2007).
“Blue Vase” from Antiqueclipart.com.
Euphony
Music
in the arms of night
ascending
bending
flowing
in soft curves
comprehending
the Spirit’s
more elusive height
urged onward
by a sovereign rhythm
far beyond
the stars and flight
moving with
the planets’ courses
as they seek
the further skies
bidding sleeping angels
waken
to show us to
our paradise…
Shirley Anne is editor of WestWard Quarterly poetry magazine. She has published five chapbooks, and had poems published in Time of Singing, Ancient Paths, and two poems in books, Secure the Fort by Lucy Cain (Xlibris, 2007) and A Glimpse of Heaven (Howard, 2007) and online by Reconciliation Press, Cross Way Publications, and Quill and Parchment.
FIRST WORSHIP
The teakettle, heating
Mutters.
Old elbows on the
Counter
Support my head.
First worship
Always free.
Published with permission from Win Couchman.
Win is the author of “Don’t Call Me Spry” Creative Possibilities for Later Life (Harold Shaw Publishers, 1990); and a co-author of other books with her husband, Bob. “First Worship” is a new poem.
And now
abideth
faith,
hope,
charity,
these three;
but the greatest
of these
is charity.
The title of this post is from 1 Corinthians 13: 8. The above verse is quoted from 1 Corinthians 13:13. King James Version of the Holy Bible, which is in the Public Domain. I rearranged the words in this presentation.
Post update: January 10, 2019.