My Poem, “The Beauty of Emptiness,” is in the Winter 2023 Issue of THE ORCHARDS POETRY JOURNAL

The Winter 2023 issue of The Orchards Poetry Journal has just been published online. The winter issue always arrives just when one wants to curl up under a lap robe with a cup of hot tea and read the grey afternoon away. (Here in Minnesota as I write, we are still waiting for snow, making do with rain, so this entrancing cover is, in more than one way, a promise of things to come.)

Because this issue was just posted yesterday, I have not read it from end to end yet–that would just be plain greedy! What I have looked at so far online makes me anticipate even more being able to read the paper copy coming in the early days of the new year.

Perusing the table of contents, I was struck by the title,”Lake of the Isles, March 2017.” Surely this must refer to the place I know very well in Minneapolis! It does. The poet, Paula Reed Nancarrow, is a Minnesota poet, as I discovered. After reading her eloquent elegy, a masterful villanelle filled with the lights and shadows of the season, I subscribed to her blog.

Another title that jumped out at me was “Yachats,” a poem by Jennifer Stewart. The title caught me because it was a new word to me but it whisked me back to the world of my girlhood on the Oregon coast. (“Yachats,” I discovered, is the name of a small coastal town whose name means “dark waters at the foot of the mountain” in the Siletz language.) This free verse poem was powerfully evocative of both place and the language that fixes it in consciousness. I could smell the salty fogs and feel the smooth undulations of driftwood. I also learned that she reviews her favorite Asian movies at youtube.com@dramajen.

Hoarfrost in Sun (Leslie Schultz, 2016)

I am also pleased to see a lovely poem from friend Sally Nacker, entitled, “Geese,” on page 38!

You can read the issue online or down load a PDF copy for free; finely printed and bound paper copies are available for $17.00 a copy at the Kelsay Books webite. (My own poem appears on page 104.) It always feels like a real achievement to be published in the pages of this journal. Reflecting back, I am pleased that the title poem for my first collection of poetry, “Still Life with Poppies,” appeared in The Orchards inaugural edition in August 2016. In the seven years since, though I can hardly believe it, they have accepted 19 poems (and rejected scores of others, of course!) Even more important, this journal has introduced me to the art and craft of dozens of poets I respect.

Happy Reading! Happy Holidays! Stay Warm!

Icy Web, Icy Eave (Leslie Schultz 2016)

Happy Birthday, Dear Agatha Christie! September 15, 2023

(Bromide Print from the National Portrait Gallery, 1949, by Angus McBean)

Today is the 133rd birthday of the best-selling and most translated writer of all time, Dame Agatha Christie. Born in the English countryside 1890, Christie was homeschooled and brought up to enjoy the arts and the sciences, nature and family. Later, she opined One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is, I think, to have a happy childhood.

When I first saw this quote, painted on the wall of the Minnesota Children’s Museum I was there because I had been engaged to do some writing for them. The quote struck me as very true, and I trusted the author, so I stopped on the staircase,I pulled out my legal pad and pen, and noted it down.

Christie had come into my own life at a disruptive juncture, when I needed a fictive port in a storm. I bought a copy of her collection, 13, thirteen stories centering on Miss Marple in the tiny village of St. Mary Mead, in a shop in the airport of Portland, Oregon. Turning the book’s pulpy pages under the light over my airplace seat, the inky black Pacific Ocean below, calmed me. As I crossed the International Dateline for the first time, this massmarket paperback stabilized the flight for me away from the known and into the unknown.

That January of 1972, when I was just barely twelve, our family emigrated from Beloit, Wisconsin to (eventually) Melbourne, Australia. In the next twelve months, I attended four different schools in Australia, and the feeling of dislocation continued, heightened, no doubt, by the internal changes wrought by puberty. Fortunately for this book worm, every school library was well-stocked with titles by Christie, and the formulaic quality of her novels–where evil breaks out but justice and answers are always delivered–was welcome, indeed. (I even sought out her titles under the psuedonym, Mary Westmacott, and liked them very much.)

Then, and still today, my favorite of her titles draws on her experience in the archaeological digs of her husband, Sir Max Malloran. It is called, Death Comes as the End, and is set in ancient Egypt, in a land far, far away, in a time before dectectives or even the printing press. My second favorite must be the psychologically complex, And Then There Were None. Though neither of these titles has a reigning dectective or amateur sleuth, Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot both have permanent places in my affections, too. It startles me to think that all this was so long ago that Christie was still alive. (She died in January of 1976.)

As one who is joyfully contending with writing fiction these days, I am amazed at Christie’s sheer output–sixty-six detective novels, fifteen collections of short stories, and six novels of literary fiction (as Mary Westmacott.) I am also interested in how her work is translated, not only into more than 100 languages but into movies and television. Christie continues to cast a spell for me, one that I am very grateful for, and so today, I want to salute her.

Below is my poem from 2014, inspired by Christie’s life and work. (I included it in 2017 in my second collection, Cloud Song.)

Agatha Christie at Work

I love to think of you sifting through 
potshards, carefully cataloguing broken bits
of lives shattered long ago. 
You would have held the brush lightly, the fragment
firmly. The disillusioning dust of many ages--
encrusting the contours, disfiguring the design,
muddying the inscription—would have been no match
for your careful hands,
your patient heart, your clear eye.

In the unambiguous desert air, where 
now drones patrol the dry rivers
and dusty bazaars,
you slacked your thirst
for order, for history, for
the struggle to make sense of the way
life smashes our assumptions, flings us
partial but still recognizable under its hooves.
I imagine the red sun sinking,

you, easing your shoulders, turning 
your face to the currents of rising breeze:
a reliable evening, tidying the work tent,
admiring the silhouette of the tell and 
your husband’s loved profile.
The two of you retire, slipping into your tent,
quiet as fish. Later, you will light the lamp,
plumb the murderous depths of the human heart,
allow each piece of the mystery to slide into place.


Leslie Schultz  

MEZZO CAMMIN’s Summer Issue (2023) is Out! It Includes My Poems, “Action,” and “Bands of Brass”

The brand-new issue of Mezzo Cammin: An Online Journal of Formalist Poetry by Women has just been published. I have been sampling poems–rather like bon bons but with a lot more substance–all day. I have to say that I love the cool and fresh image of the fish. For me, it is a perfect evocation of summer–makes me want to slide my feet into a freshwater lake.

Volunteer Hollyhocks on the Site of the Razed Archer House Hotel, Northfield, Minnesota

It is an honor to have two poems in a journal I admire and to be in such good company, especially those poets who make the formal constraints they embrace look natural and easy. A tip of the hat to two in particular: Barbara Lydecker Crane and Jean Kreiling, both Powow River Poets centered in Newburyport, Massachussetts, and both have been awarded more than one prize in the Maria W. Faust Sonnet Contest. In this issue of Mezzo Cammin, I liked Lydecker Crane’s terza rima poem, “Caving in Slovenia,” very much, with its descriptions of entering and exiting a curated dark space. I was also very drawn to Kreiling’s different take on the terza rima form’s end, and I loved the subject matter of “Young Reader: For Tommy.” This poem succinctly captures the joy of seeing and helping a very young reader to embark on a lifetime of power and pleasure that the act of reading offers.

One final poem I cannot help mentioning here is “‘Thelma and Louise:’ Alternate Ending” by Californina poet Kathleen McClung. A third terza rima (always a dazzling form when it works, as it does in the three poems I mentioned here) and this one packs a powerful punch of timely reimagining, positing an updating of legal and cultural assumptions and options.

This issue’s feature artist’s work, too, is powerful and intriguing, combining as it does text and images. Maureen Alsop is a celebrated poet, fiction writer, reviewer, and translator, as well as being skilled in the graphic arts.

My own two poems, “Action,” and “Bands of Brass” are different versions of Shakespearian sonnets. I am just thrilled that they found publication in this special journal.

Happy reading, writing, and cogitating! LESLIE

The Orchards Poetry Journal (Summer 2023) is Now Published! It Includes My Poem, “Consanguinity”!

Always cause for celebration at my house is the biannual publication of The Orchards Poetry Journal. Yesterday, the Summer 2023 issue was released! I am so happy that it contains a poem of mine inspired by the garden Tim, Julia, and I have been making for nearly three decades here in Northfield. The poem, “Consanquinity,” (found on page 77) highlights red flowers and features an ancient pollinator, the little, green-headed sweat bee, Halictidae, the second largest family of bees with more than 4,500 separate species. Above is a photo of said bee in said garden; below, a few others from recent years.

This journal is generously available for free digital download; paper copies can be purchased at Kelsay Books website or on Amazon. It is definitely worth a look. You’ll find your own favorites, of course. A few of mine include,

*Featured Poet Rebecca Brock’s poem, “A Friend Texted to Interrupt This Poem” (page 26);

*Adina Polatsek’s poem,” Houston,” (page 49); and

*B.R. Strahan’s poem, “At Random,” (page 102).

Thanks for reading this! Happy Summer!

LESLIE

BLUE UNICORN Has Published Its 46th Issue #2 (Spring 2023) and Includes My Poem, “Conception”

Blue Unicorn always holds delights and surprises for me. With this issue, my delight started on the cover, with the photograph by Helen Schoenhals Hart taken at Black Lake, Michigan. Artistic, perfect for the journal, and it made me laugh out loud! I can’t recall when another cover of a literary journal has elicited that multivalent response from me!

Among the poems between the covers are a host of intriguing translations — including English versions of work by Antonio Macchado (Spanish), Guilliame Apollinaire (French), Ch’ Oui or Uisun (Korean) — as well as work by contemporary poets who write in English. Of these, I was drawn to many, particularly “Pink Moon” (a deft and multifacted evocation of the Supermoon we all experienced in April of 2020) by Dion O’Reilly of Sorquel, California, and “Who Cooks for You?” (an existential riff on hearing the cries of nearby barred owls) by Gary Metheny of Greensboro, North Carolina. I am so glad that my poem, “Conception,” is in their company.