Category Archives: poem

“Understanding Love” by Tom C. Hunley

Bigger Than They Apearis like understanding a drum solo.
Better to let it shake your bones.
Or understanding how they score
Olympic skaters. Better to hold your breath
as he holds her hand, her head inches from
the ice, cheering their routine
whether or not they stumble.

Tom C. Hunley,
Bigger Than They Appear:
Anthology of Very Short Poems

(Accents Publishing)

Tom Hunley

“Lar & Deer” by Greg Pape

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On the porch at Wawona he would sit
in his wheelchair and watch the deer.

He spoke with his clear eyes
and his palsied body.

Did you see Ginger today? Ginger was a doe.
Yes, he said, by looking right at you

and raising his eyebrows and stiffening his back.
Do you want to go inside now?

No, he said, pursing his lips and lowering his eyes.
For thirty years he was fed with a spoon

and a spill-proof cup. Sometimes he would choke
and spit up like an infant.

When he had to go, someone had to go with him
and hold him on the toilet and wipe him clean.

Sometimes he would sigh and smile the calmest smile.
When he was happy and excited he would kick his feet

and wave his arms like broken flowers.
The deer came right up to him

and ate the grain scattered at his feet
and sniffed his knees
and breathed with him in the early evening.

Greg Pape,
Animal Time
Accents Publishing

Greg Pape

KY Great Writers: Sharon Mauldin Reynolds, Tom C. Hunley, Paulette Livers

KY Great Writers Series February 9, 2016 with Tom C. Hunley, Paulette Livers, and Sharon Mauldin Reynolds

The Carnegie Center for Literacy and Learning is hosting one of its quarterly KY Great Writers Series. The featured readers will be Sharon Mauldin Reynolds, Accents Published Tom C. Hunley (of Scotch Tape World), and Paulette Livers.

An open mic will take place before the show, and sign-ups begin at 6:30pm. The open mic will also feature readings from students from the Carnegie Center’s Author Academy.

Check out the Facebook Event page for more info.

When: Tuesday, February 9, 2016 @ 7pm
Where: The Carnegie Center
251 W. Second Street
Lexington, KY 40507
(859) 254-4175

“Report” by Valentin Dishev

The Season of Delicate HungerOn a mark
of silence:

1.

A butterfly counted
my knuckles.
Declared the white
unnecessary.

2.

The wind recounted
to a lake
the color of my eyes.
The red—it said—is a little much.

3.

A tree
hollowed by thunder
painted my mistrust in green.
The bark—it whispered—is not just a cover.

My silence
was not.

-Valentin Dishev,
translated from the Bulgarian
by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer,
The Season of Delicate Hunger:
Anthology of Contemporary Bulgarian Poetry
(Accents Publishing)

“Not Quite, Then Again, Perhaps” by Thom Ward

Etcetera's MistressHis sense of dislocation was palpable, like a sofa
left out by the side of the road. She was the integration
of all things disparate, weather vanes and vinyl albums,
fire hydrants and stethoscopes. Friends thought he was
an overgrown mosquito. How else to explain his constant
whining. Her acquaintances were gypsies who became
philosophers in their dreams, so she said. At the office
he’d take a cup of water, a crayon, some string, a paper
clip and pretend he was fishing. One morning, dressed
as Plato, she passed his cubicle and inquired about
his intentions. Drowning worms, was all he muttered.
She told him poodles are typical therapists, so focused
on themselves, and that her blues were evergreen. Nodding
yes, then no, he barked, then offered her a pocketful of stream.

Thom Ward,
Etcetera’s Mistress
Accents Publishing

“II” by Frederick Smock

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There was a gate,
old and green,
that swung in the wind.
No fence stretched away
on either side anymore,
if ever one had.
The gate stood alone,
open on the meadow,
a seamless drift of land.
To my eye, that gate
organized the whole field
of vision. Everything
circled around the gate,
or radiated out from it,
or passed through it.
Surely I could never think
of crossing that field
and not passing through.
There was an inevitability
to it, and a promise that,
after passing through,
something remarkable
was sure to be revealed
on the other side.

Frederick Smock,
The Deer at Gethsemani: Eclogues
Accents Publishing

“Recollection Rate” by Jude Lally

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Ideas blow in rapidly
like cold fronts
on chilly autumn afternoons

Without the capability
to write
I seek means
to salvage dreams

Must be a way to get
them down before I forget;
maybe keep a tape recorder
by the bed

or rush to the computer
where the whole voluble world
awaits?

Which do I foster
and which surrender
to the subconscious?

10% make it to the hard drive—
the syntax casualties are enormous

Jude Lally,
I’m Fine but Thanks for Asking
(Accents Publishing)

“Only” by Petar Tchouhov

The Season of Delicate HungerOnly her dress
is red
in the black-and-white photo
but this is not proof
of murder

it is not proof
of love

the night train crosses
from one day to another
the door of the cabin opens
alone

Only his eyes
are blue
in the black-and-white photo
but this is not a sign of weakness

nor is it a sign
of life

the night train crosses
from one darkness
to another
the door of the cabin closes
alone

-Petar Tchouhov,
translated from Bulgarian
by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer,
The Season of Delicate Hunger:
Anthology of Contemporary Bulgarian Poetry
(Accents Publishing)

“In the Maker’s Image” by Matthew Haughton

Bigger Than They ApearWithered hand turns
a knife,
slice and peeling
an onion.
Lumps of flesh
unravel round
man and maker;
the leaves of an onion.

Matthew Haughton,
Bigger Than They Appear:
Anthology of Very Short Poems
(Accents Publishing)

“A Young Mother” by Andrew Merton

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(1950)

To escape the tangle
she becomes her sewing needle

plunging through the fabric
of her sea blue blouse.

Again and again
she dives and surfaces,

a skipping stone,
a cormorant,

a marlin
at play in the frozen mists

of the North Atlantic.
Such is her joy

that for minutes, months,
whole seasons at a time,

she is able to forget
the line through her tale.

Andrew Merton,
Evidence that We Are Descended from Chairs
Accents Publishing