Boone's Dock Review 1.2

Various Boone's Authors

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Boone's Dock Review (1.2) is a literary review including short stories and poetry from various authors. The Spring 2012 issue brings together experimental and traditional talent from across the United States.

New to this issue is Poetry Editor, Anthony Sovak.

Fiction writers featured include: Denis Gray, Barbara Southard, Anatoly Molotkov and Raymond DiSanza.

Featured poets include: Nancy Keating, Tom Stock, Doreen Spungin, Tony Policano, Vicki Iorio, Peter Hammarberg and Russ Green.

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 21 février 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9780982350027
• Langue: English

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BOONE’S DOCK REVIEW
Volume 1
ISSUE 2
WINTER/SPRING 2012
 
 
BOONE'S DOCK PRESS
 


COPYRIGHT 2012 BOONE'S DOCK PRESS,
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BOONE’S DOCK REVIEW
Is published by
BOONE’S DOCK PRESS
AMITYVILLE, NEW YORK, USA
www.boonesdockpress.com
 
VOLUME 1, ISSUE 2
 
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ISBN-13: 978-0-9823-5002-7
 
 
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NO PART OF THIS BOOK MAY BE REPRODUCED IN ANY FORM OR BY ANY ELECTRONIC OR MECHANICAL MEANS INCLUDING INFORMATION STORAGE AND RETRIEVAL SYSTEMS, WITHOUT PERMISSION IN WRITING FROM THE AUTHOR. THE ONLY EXCEPTION IS BY A REVIEWER, WHO MAY QUOTE SHORT EXCERPTS IN A REVIEW.
 
 
 

PUBLISHER’S FOREWORD
 
Greetings, Readers!
Welcome back to Boone’s Dock Review . This, our second full issue, marks some new and interesting changes at BDP. We have kept our mission to preserve the artistic integrity of our artists’ work, and we remain motivated more by ethics and ideologies than income, so our foundation is as strong as ever. As we continue the construction of our company as an artistic home for all who publish with us, we have made some excellent additions.
First off, it is a pleasure to introduce a poetry section to the review. As a literary publication, it is only fitting that we include the work of poets, whose collective role as innovators in the use of language is indispensable. We include, herein, the work of poets who exemplify this tradition of altering language’s limits through both stylistic and thematic representation.
To the credit of our new endeavour, I am pleased to welcome Poetry Editor, Anthony Sovak, Ph.D. to Boone’s Dock Review . Anthony’s expertise as a scholar of American Poetry finds a welcome home here at Boone’s Dock Press, and we are equally pleased that he possesses a strong poetic style to complement his scholarship, as is evident on the following pages.
We have added to the Boone’s Dock Press catalog, as well. Recent publications of note include a collection of poems, True Stories From the Future , by Anatoly Molotkov, whose experimental prose “My Now” appears in this issue, and The Way of The Trumpet , the world’s first haiku novel (!), by Peter Josyph, a true literary innovator. It is, again, with great pleasure, that I welcome these two literary artists of prodigious talent to Boone’s Dock Press .
Now, I shall let you commence your experience with Boone’s Dock Review – Enjoy!
Always with my Appreciation and Respect,
Kempton Boone Van Hoff, Publisher
www.boonesdockpress.com
POETICS
 
 
 

ANTHONY SOVAK
 
FROM THE POETRY EDITOR’S DESK
 
Hello, Boone’s Dock readers!
 
I am all that is Anthony. This includes being a professor of poetry at Farmingdale State College and a part time poet. It is a great pleasure for me to introduce the following selection of poems and poets for this issue. The poets included in this volume are very talented and I’m not just saying that because the publisher was kind enough to include one of my poems. We are treated to the hypnotic rhythm of Tom Stock’s poem Four Beach Balls and Tony Policano’s powerful images of Elvis and salted fish will leave you thirsty for more. You will encounter Russ Green’s series of E poems, Exile on Inhumane Street, Epiphany and e gypt in the mississippi, each of which cleverly mix imagery and sound. Nancy Keating’s Tectonic Plates describes the often under-noticed cultural shifting as she writes “from specificity to vagueness,” and the poetry of personification in Dd. Spungin’s poems is energizing both when it is the ominous beckoning of a superstore in Eden in Wal-Mart and the necrotic slumber of newspapers in Click Your Heels. The poets gathered in this issue deserve more accolades than I can fit in this small introduction. But the best reward for a poet is to have her poems read by hungry readers. So, please let your eyes devour the following delectables.
 
- Anthony T. Sovak, Ph.D.
 

SEMANTICAL PHILANTHROPY
 
Bitch please. Spare us your windy city breeze.
Obviously, fat cats have all the cheese.
What remains to be seen is can we agree
When it would be feasible to seize
Our homes back from the unreasonable thieves?
Or shall we perpetually bleed for
Corporate greed? Bow down and believe! Sleep…
And let your dreams ferment, while you swallow
Sweet sermons from the preachers of half read
Messages, like “Don’t punish successes.”
In God We Must Trust and he blesses US.
Meanwhile, just ignore the lonely broken
Bloodied blanket of living homeless with
Which they tuck their sleeping slogans into
The back of your heads and stake a claim
Into your brain till nothing grey remains.
And their sleek speak seeps into your speech.
Readymade ideas are easy to reach
For the individual citizen
Told from day one he has both voice and choice.
And must use responsible selection
Exercising both during elections.
But what they neglected to mention,
Is that you need their correction.
You can speak but with their inflections.
You can choose between their two infections.
Different brands of the same flavor drink.
They did it so you wouldn’t have to think.
Politics, is an insane game where both
Sides are the same and yet you can’t complain
‘cause you work double days for half payment
Slaving just to make this month’s rent. And that
Money is slated for your displacement.
A bribe contrived to buy the right to scribe
Future abuse. They choose to pursue through
Well placed donations a stake in the race
Led by candidates for the banishment
Of proletariat disparagements.
Walking embarrassments to American
Garishness. Romanticized carelessness
Is a large part of the patriotic
Heart. A circumlocutional start to
The patented trademark of the nation’s
Character. What I mean to say is don’t
Be too quick to click and skip the terms of
Agreement signing some lies you haven’t
Even seen yet. Your eyes should be hungry
Don’t just let your gaze graze or you end up
In a hazy cage with pent up rage ‘cause
They haven’t lied they’ve simply pre-defined
The terms of engagement. And you’re too tired
To fight, right? While we take off for the night
They are crafting words and selectively
Packaging the absurd. Like stimulus
For the rich? For the same names who refuse
To pay their dues. They call it class abuse.
It’s perverse. Your mouth, their words. Can’t you see,
It’s just Semantical Philanthropy?
 

NANCY KEATING
 
TECTONIC PLATES
 
We are making the transition
From the paper you might read this on
To e-readers
From analog to digital
Homemade to imported
We have already made transitions
From discretion to oversharing
First spouse to cohabitation
First house to plywood over the door
Creativity to pirating
Group cohesion to me-first
We have already made other transitions
For example from cherish to tolerate
breathlessness to custom
flirtation to indifference
And from specificity to vagueness
Other transitions pile up behind us
Like shiny factory-built cars to freeway tin cans
Such as horse to bicycle
Such as straightedge to disposable razor
CDs to downloads
From excellence to genteel decline
Bedroom community to suburban slum
And from WASP World to multiculti
You remember
Over the years we have transitioned
From best friend to Christmas card
Discrimination to social segmentation
Union jobs to employment at will
From freelance to outsource
Encampment to barricade
Backwards and forwards
Like spring to fall and fall to spring
Black walnuts to brown fibers
Teardown to build-up
Sharp rocks to grains of sand on the beach
Rippled by wind into patterns of dark/light waves
We have gone from comfort to deficit
From seasons to heating zones
From pine grove to subdivision named after it
We have allies become enemies
We resume diplomatic relations with enemies
And vacation at their unspoiled resorts
You have seen so many transitions
You may not even notice anymore
It feels the same but is not all the same
Hindsight will show minute differences every time
The men in suits are different men in suits
The ladies’ fashions demonstrate different thought processes
Today’s top news will not be tomorrow’s
Most times, tectonic plates under our feet
Shift and we do not feel it taking place
From summer insect to harbinger of autumn
Honeybees to crickets
Crickets to caterpillars
And caterpillars in turn
To the better-loved butterflies
From the top-heavy white daisies of the field
To the small white asters on their tall stems
From the small thing to the big thing
Samaras to full-grown maples
We go ourselves from tactics to entropy
From vitality to stateliness
Understanding to forgetting
Beauty to skin like crepe
Motion to stasis
Morning to evening
To morning
 

TOM STOCK
 
FOUR BEACH BALLS IN A STORE WINDOW
 
plastic beach balls in a storefront
closed for the season
Ocean Beach, Fire Island
 
sandy Atlantic beach
bounce-bubble-round
catch-kick-retrieve…
 
she hoists a ball to enhance her curves
bright red lips, conservative swimsuit
one last curve - high heeled ankles
 
end of a sentence period
sun across sky, dilated iris
green dotted plasma TV
 
satellite, star, planet, moon
clicked rolled marbles
ball point pen tip
 
white host at mass
bread becomes body
wine blood
 
gum ball rolls from vending machine,
the world revolves and rotates
orbits encircle nary a collision
 
we come back to a beginning
start over: birth-death-rebirth
roll on
 
ball bearings, hip joints
watch the bouncing ball atop
words of sing a song praise
 
sing, sing to roundness
roll and tumble
a beach ball day
 

DOREEN SPUNGIN
 
CHAPTER INVERSE
 
Object, the precipice of example.
 
Whiteness carries the sun beyond thought
and in this dream thought catches a cold.
One sneeze may destr