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News Flash! The Orchards Poetry Journal Publishes “Happy Hour” in the Winter 2019 Issue

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It’s here! If you, like me, need a bit of comfort and joy as the mercury plummets and the days grow darker yet, take heart: The Orchards Poetry Journal (Winter 2019 issue) is now available and is more gorgeous than ever.

My own small poem (just six lines) is a tiny sliver of biography, an ode to the comfort and joy of an evening at home. Similarly, my longtime friend, Sally Nacker, has a poem in the issue that offers a quiet and quietly content view of the years to come, titled “Old Age.” (It was Sally who sent me the bouquet last March, centered in the photo below.)

As usual, this issue is packed full of skillful and startling poems in a range of forms and moods. If my count is accurate, there are thirty-nine poems by thirty-one poets.

Right up front are four poems by Jean Kreiling, including her winning entry to the Kelsay Books Metrical Writing Contest (“Elegy: One Year in Plymouth”–an elegy from a daughter to her mother celebrating their last year together on the Atlantic coast in language fresh and keen as salt breeze.) The other poems that placed in the contest are included–all very accomplished. I was especially taken with “The Last Dandelion” by Aline Soules and “Pileated Woodpecker” by Barbara Loots.

There are so many other poems I enjoyed (and plan to reread) that if I were to list them all I would be replicating the table of contents. Despite that, I will mention two by Robin Helweg-Larson (“Winter Night Roads” and “Smoke on the Wind”) and two with different but complimentary inspirations from rivers (“My River” by Ace Boggess and “Aware of My Beauty” by Wendy Patrice Williams). Finally, a six-line gem by Neil Kennedy called “When Juliet” wows me–inspired by a famous scene from Shakespeare and calling to my mind Robert Herrick’s “Upon Julia’s Clothes,” these few lines turn all that tradition into something fresh, new, and dazzling.

If you need a moment of insight to light up the blue shadows of some long winter’s night, do dip into this issue of The Orchards Poetry Journal.

Season’s Greetings, and happy reading!

LESLIE

News Flash! THE ORCHARDS Publishes My Poem, “Antique Absinthe Glasses, Inverted, on a Window Ledge”

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The seasonal treat of The Orchards Poetry Journal is here! It is always such a pleasure to savor the thoughtful, inventive, lyrical work of the poets included. In this issue, I am especially happy to be published alongside two poems by my friend, Sally Nacker.

Below are the very glasses that inspired the poem. They were made in France, as is the newly available version of the legendary libation they were designed to hold (scroll down to see the inventive packaging.)

Hoping you will enjoy the intoxicating variety of the holiday weeks ahead, as well as the distilled language in the poems in this issue of one of my favorite journals!

LESLIE

THE ORCHARDS POETRY JOURNAL Has Published Its June 2018 Issue: My Poems, “Watercolor” and “Medusa,” Are Included

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The June issue of the semi-annual online publication, The Orchards Poetry Journal, has just been published.  It is a work of beauty and heart. I am so pleased to have my own work included, and I am enjoying the work of other poets, most of them previously unknown to me.

When I was in college, I had the starring role in a short student film about a poet–an introvert!–who had to escape from daily stresses to the quiet of a park at sunset. The title? “The Little Tippler” (for E.D.) That was the same year I first encountered the poems of Emily Dickinson which have influenced me ever since. Given that, I was impressed by the technically adept and humorous riff on Emily Dickinson’s original poem (“I taste a liquor never brewed” #214) in this issue of The Orchards, called “Getting High with Emily Dickinson” by Chris Carrol. (Click HERE to find the text of the original poem by Dickinson as printed by the enclyopedic site www.poets.org hosted by the American Academy of Poets–sponsor of National Poetry Month and inventor of Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day. Please note, as with many of Dickinson’s poems, variants abound. The version I memorized years ago had a different third line: “Not all the Vats along the Rhine”!)

Other favorites of mine in this issue include Susan McLean’s devastating villanelle “What You Need to Know;” Ted Charnley’s trenchant “Lady MacBeth in the 21st Century;” and Katherine Barrett Swift’s wry homage to John Donne in “Busy Old Fool.”

Of my own poems, “Watercolor” came to be written when friend and poet Sally Nacker and I engaged in an exercise drawn from a book called The Crafty Poet, by Diane Lockward, the poet laureate of the New Jersey town of West Caldwell. Her monthly blog is well worth investigating (I have subscribed for some years) on her website.

“Medusa,” my sonnet, is dedicated to the poet and former US Poet Laureate Louise Bogan (1897-1970). I first encountered Bogan’s work in high school by chance, on the shelves of the Appleton Public Library, through her final collection, The Blue Esturaries. (I remember, vividly, looking up the word “estuaries.”) For thirty-eight years, Bogan also reviewed poetry for The New Yorker. In my opinion, she is too little read today.

Unlike Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, also high school discoveries for me, Bogan was a very private person on the page–cool, cerebral, a master of technique, too. Her form of emotional intensity comes not from the confessional mode but from restraint and precision of diction and musicality–more Bach than Beethoven. Both Plath and Bogan employed the mythology of Medusa in their own distinct ways. Many years after encountering their poems, I wrote my own poem.

Hoping you enjoy this issue of The Orchards Poetry Review! Let me know which poems arrest your attention!

 

OF OMENS THAT FLITTER by Karen Kelsay Is Now Published

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For the past two weeks, I have been dipping again and again into an exciting new collection of poetry. Here is a book one actually can judge by its arresting cover. The poems within (a mix of traditional forms and free verse) appeal to the outer eye and beckon toward inner experience beneath the surface music.

I am simply dazzled by Kelsay’s technical versatility while being consoled, just as I am uplifted by her compassionate intelligence regarding human frailties and strengths. (Some of the most moving poems to me focus on how Kelsay comes to new clarity about her elderly parents.) Her humane vision is set within a context of natural beauty. The poems speak of heart break and healing, of pain but also of faith in the beauty and goodness of life and art, and always with a precise (and often downright humorous) language that helps the reader see the commonplace with fresh-rinsed eyes.

In “Retired Breaststroke Swimmer Finds a Pool,” the speaker enacts a transformative encounter between a human body and the water to which it returns, briefly and actually, as well as metaphorically. An iambic meter and an ABBA rhyme scheme create the rhythmic encircling motion–as well as the therapeutic effect–of the swimming stroke described, as the middle stanza illustrates:

“My body finds its lost propulsive motion;
each muscle lengthens in a surge and glide,
my forearms reach to semi-circle wide–
I breathe, I kick, releasing all emotion.”

In one sonnet, “A Californian Views British Soap Operas,” the speaker examines underlying cultural assumptions about physical attractiveness. The contrasts in attitudes are heightened by the use of rhymed couplets, including the inspired use of “plastic” paired with “sarcastic.”

Even in Kelsay’s free verse poems, there is a engaging musicality. Take, for instance, these lines from the character sketch titled “Atomic Tiki Man”:

“His shirt is splashed with ruby
flowers that echo a suburban
shangri-la chair cushion. His hair
is an hibachi of charcoal curls.”

One’s ear easily picks up the internal rhyme “chair” with nearby “hair,” and both sound and sense are amplified because these rhymes echo “long haired beachy girls” three lines earlier.

The sonnet, “Lady of Shallot,” manages to redact and mirror Tennyson’s long, incantatory ballad in a mere fourteen lines. Kelsay examines how the Lady’s careful making–her art–is unmade by unvoiced and therefore unacknowledged love of the world outside of her control. It also manages to add something modern and new concluding with an appropriately jarring slant rhymed couplet that links “distraught” with “Lancelot.” (If you love the original poem, as I do, you really must seek out Kelsay’s homage to it!)

I have spent much of the past two years working on poems about family and distant ancestors. Perhaps that is why “To Lucette, in a Field” might (might!) be my very favorite poem in this fine collection. It can be viewed in its entirety on Amazon, and I urge you to “Look Inside” and read this finely balanced encounter between an awareness of personal history and a calm acceptance of shared mortality supported by the web of life on earth.

All these poems–sometimes wry, sometimes painterly, sometimes anguished–lead the reader to surprises of insight and delight. They seem to come from a heart sometimes ravaged by but always engaged by the worlds of human relations, nature, and art.They render each subject–from tiny plant forms and creatures to sweeping vistas, from  individual human characters to great works of literature and painting–with keen confidence and startling freshness.

Of Omens That Flitter is filled with poems that sing and question and console, and I know I will return to them often.

You can learn more about Of Omens That Flitter, read the first two poems, and purchase your own copy by clicking HERE. (It is available both in Kindle and in paperback.) And you can learn more about Kelsay’s other work by visiting her personal website, Quiet Poetry. Kelsay is also the founding editor of the online journal, The Orchards Poetry Journal, and is the visionary publisher behind Kelsay Books, whose motto is: “We turn manuscripts into works of art.” The Kelsay Books website has links to several interviews with Kelsay–thoughtful, surprising, lively conversations and musings.

Author Karen Kelsay

HAPPY READING!  LESLIE