Note from the Editors

 

   SEEING RED 

    ENDU(RED) ADMI(RED)
    DESI(RED) WONDE(RED)
    RUMO(RED) ADO(RED)
    ENAMO(RED) INSPI(RED)
    DISCOVE(RED) SAC(RED)
    HUNGE(RED) WONDE(RED)
    EXPLO(RED) FEATU(RED)
    AUTHO(RED) SEA(RED)
    DA(RED) UNCENSO(RED)
    SOA(RED) ADVENTU(RED)

 

 

    


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Alphabeat             (poem for voice & strings)

 

 

When but tomorrow and the
end of innocence could be
birdsong’s hour of bliss, be
blue brought up from a green sea,
black brought down from a cloud,
babies brought up too fast to be fathers
that forage around and through
the night, never sleeping or being slept with
but always about being “fathers” -- the sons of
other men who made medals and medallions of
their shot at grace    gone down
like a cheap drink or girl
all wrapped up in her body like
it was a coat that came off when
ever there was nothing else to do or
die for, when the tom in bottom went
off with her best friend, like a bomb,
like the a in atom or
the i in Nagasaki    blind to tears,
to time
to too many ticking clocks clucking
in the front row of this bird’s song
and
her hour of bliss
before
it be anything else but the bliss that
blisters    like skin from
too much heat,    like
scotch from    too much peat,
like
mind from    too much meat,
like shoes from    too much feet, like
sitting    from    too much seat,
like rhythm from
too much beat,    like
food from too much eat, like
messy from
too
much
neat,    like
sugar from
too much sweet,
like
nipples from
too    much    teat,
like hunger
from
too much wheat, like
the letter z  in a word “zeat,” and
I repeat:
when but tomorrow and the
end of innocence could be
the way up from the green sea into
the blue brought up from black in
a birdsong’s hour of bliss before
the lisp of a laugh is heard from
dry eyes where a tear should be
brought out of water like a water-logged boat
to
be buried in a dry dock of bones and air
and
be free.

 

Thomas Rain Crowe is a prize-winning poet and an internationally-published author of thirty books, including the multi-award winning book of nonfiction Zoro’s Field: My Life in the Appalachian Woods (2005); The Laugharne Poems( 1997); and the Celtic language anthology Writing the Wind: A Celtic Resurgence. As an editor, he has worked with Beatitude magazine, Katuah Journal and the Asheville Poetry Review.  He is founder and publisher of New Native Press. He lives in rural western North Carolina.


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