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NOON 9
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NOON | journal of the short poem
ISSUE 9 June 2015
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SWAY Be quick—don’t stagger In fear, where we wander This is my zombie Apocalypse letter Time it for laughing While hippie Vampire girls In the distance Sway
after Rae Armantrout
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LATER !
The map, as I have said, is not quite real It is an image of a place, but not desire A ghost of fragmented buildings Which tries to hide the dirt beneath our feet We’re all born in dirt. We revel in it Then drift under compact night skies Toward sterile placenames, markers Of our fear of birth, & later.
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DOUBLE To still have captured what’s not written But sounded, in the space between breath & Shadow. The event arrives Bearing its double— An absent center Where the wind speaks
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Mark DuCharme
MUSIC Factor the angles of sun’s dalliances Invent a cacophony of bones Meet with the shadows of birds, laughing Presume all is music If I meet you I will throw everything down The line ’til you clamber & Touch The wind’s face
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Barry Schwabsky
POLONAISE FANTAISIE Strange gestures of musicians. The way a pianist might draw a hand up with resolve, as if to entice some weighty chord to linger in the air just that much longer, or even haul a stray note bodily from the abyss of the keyboard as one would a child that has tumbled into the well. What bothers me is how this useless coaxing sometimes seems to work.
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MONT ST. VICTOIRE The hand painting the mountain creates the mountain we go to see
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John Phillips
After thinking I am not who I thought myself to be I couldn’t imagine being anyone else
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Box 9 (infant) !!
the self—a trick of circuitry? as one at rest (in chaos) or God: all things—the plants and animals—His thoughts (in pre-evolutionary theory) the self a thought an evolving trick (in chaos) of theory a circuitry (at rest) plants and animals, all things evolving—the vulture’s road-wide wingspan; the fat neat man in a well-appointed train —thoughts (a chaos) brought to rest as one (in theory) evolves at rest/in chaos
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Boyer Rickel
NOMEN (liminal) It’s at the borders one’s identity is checked. In between, harbor, a meadow. The child in summer: immortality. The lazy fall into one’s own shadow. A daughter’s horse a length of yellow string she drags between her legs; Grandfather’s chair— in family stories, selves resurrect in things. The one who dies, the one who disappears becoming less a feeling than idea. Coastal fog, burning off, inks a low pale line between the ocean and the sky. On morning dog walks, “A he or she?” strangers, before they pet her, need to know. When said, a what pulled from a pile of whys.
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Philip Rowland
puddled night pavement— the shape my past refuses to take
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curated sorrow
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rounding a curve on the empty road a heron lifts
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John Levy
light handcuffed to wet cobblestones
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rain the bauble buried in a uniform
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Cherie Hunter Day!
sutures of light residue in the chamber after naming
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MY HOUSE My house is made of notebooks And all the rooms are years. I build myself from what I write, Especially my fears. The room that’s locked I visit most, The key is polished with use. It helps me build the other rooms That multiply the house.
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Chris Beckett
REVOLUTION The gates to the courtyard Are burning. From this distance, The blaze is a pointed play of light And the soldiers are like ants Carrying small pieces of the city At the corner of my eye To build a barricade. I cannot hear them cry.
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Jeffrey Jullich!
* mid-life crisis: a time to fabricate invulnerable lookalike, a stand-in, a fall guy who cannot be hurt
Do they cast droplets of blood, teardrops, and dribbled spittle upon the page,—as do I? Hundreds of them running naked away from the manifestation don’t want to be shown the cure-all, the miracle drug that will eliminate all sickness, covering their eyes but not their private parts, non-violent
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Barry Schwabsky
CARTESIAN MEDICATION No mind no body no problem.
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one thought over laps another un til both are gone
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Jim Kacian!
all the links go somewhere paranoid
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MARY CELESTE a text abandoned by
almost in the middle of
the language not entirely
the sentences are strangely
the words show no signs of
we find ourselves unable to
the silence is undeniably
the page has been laid out as if
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Paul Rossiter
HOMAGE TO WCW
scattered weeds and leafless vines
brownish showing no signs of life
what is to be done with all this
verbiage? the doctor drives past the field
on his way to the contagious hospital
the words grip down and begin to awaken
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Robert Lax (In Memoriam) Nick Ravo
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landscape, an unfinished conversation
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Kit Kennedy!
To a bird, a roof is a preposition.
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between their given names crows
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Peter Newton !
deeper into its own brand of clarity painted turtle
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overwintering dunlin spatter the mud intent as mites on cheese
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from small deliverances the passengers arrive clutching their lovely things
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Aidan Semmens
the hunt for unclaimed bones beneath a helicopter sky a child’s fur-grimed toy snared in a hedge
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A MAN DIES DRUNK ONE NIGHT FISHING FOR HIS KEYS The drain I cannot pass for thinking of your face pressed to the iron grate – moonless, eyes already clouded over. Single. Childless. An engineer. I read in the paper later.
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Wes Lee
DAUGHTER her croon – the unclaimed space between skyscrapers.
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Andy Fogle
All it took for sand to find my boy’s hand.
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MY LIFE BEHIND GLASS so lonely, the little verbs
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Sabine Miller
Darkfield: deeper inside this snowflake river - for john martone
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FOCUS he thinks the birds are on the radio
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Bob Heman
there is only one night that the days approach to drink from
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Erling Friis-Baastad
Some mornings we are given stories to tell but little time or space in which to tell them— So, what else is new? The eyes of a fox staring green among snowflakes just before dawn.
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blue hour the pinwheel of doom
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Christopher Patchel
post-post-modernists expectant-ish
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A LINE FROM CHUCK BERRY The antecedent objects are multi- vocalic, non-buffered, directly labeled, characterized by the bones of domesticated animals. Copying the document is prohibited though the original is of poor quality. A fog was moving in. The low contrast reduced perceived speed.
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Mark Young
LIFE OFF THE ROAD
Get in early so you're the one that gets to stack the juke- box.
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Marc Thompson
stretch marks on the barista’s breasts her tip jar full
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Gion alley— I follow the tsunami on her kimono
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a star in every fold of the sail— museum waka
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Sandra Simpson
at the edge of the universe ranunculus ruffles
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emergency space walk… I brace myself to leave the house
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Helen Buckingham
survivors queue to escape the intermission
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fluorescent light in the garden of recurring dreams
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Michelle Tennison
orbiting myself again blood moon
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sunset flings blood & taffeta across the crumbling sill she is frankly unemployable—
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like the butterfly—or the old gods— who stalks nothing & lives on nectar— a fish gapes & swims beneath the untouched bones of your food
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Emily Carr
dandelion to the instant, a sparrow empties its cry into the blank memory of heaven the Lord, a billboard says, is my shepherd [I shall not want]
after R. Armantrout
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resourceless and yet our breath mingles twigs and wings
realigns word and world
while we are caught between sensation and glimpse
the whole
is borne
aloft
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Where I step is muck
is lily
smoke that makes the light visible
part the silver drape of afternoon
to see
wisteria hysteria:
all these are
but
soul tethers
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Vasiliki Katsarou
Her camouflage is foliage
folded in upon herself
in an origami of belief and self-abandonment
what pinking shears there are
shall deckle and spring her body back to life
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Scott Honeycutt
POEM A demon sits knitting in the corner of all poetry.
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Markeith Chavous
shorthand for a cloud
inside a blue jacket
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Eve Luckring
a pink swish slips the leaves a soft moan
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animals on the verge a warm rain pools in my groin
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turn there is only the humming
bird’s was
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Peter Yovu
AND NOW I AM And now I am something else, something between, beginning to feel gold filaments over my skin, the pollen-magnetic sensitive hairs of a bee but still here thank God my exoskeletal head, the hood of a beetle up to all of its elbows in dung.
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Vsevolod Nekrasov, trans. William L. Bulson
so at last without sarcasm without scent without west without the east clean northern air
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Mark Harris
WESTERN sun sweeps the valley the fault line you will not spot until you cross and double back volcanic cones worn to stubs along the rift, figure-eight stitch quilting the valve that revives the pool in waiting, hollow verged with thirst, one slow pulse green through the grass
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Gary Hotham
light that’s left
for light that’s left
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Mark DuCharme
BURN for Patrick Pritchett
The poem, occulted In the book drenched in silence Its stillness mocking You
You have gone on this journey, Cast these runes, but learned Nothing
Burn the poem to ashes Make it over In your spilled body blazing
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Edited by Philip Rowland
Cover photograph by John Levy
Published by Noon Press, Tokyo
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ISSN 2188-2967