What a year--a veritable saga of love, work, dancing, school, Internet Cat Video Film Festivals and potted meat products (well, not that last one). Was it a big year for you, too?
After recovering from various funk-dancing injuries, we here at Ink and Famine are back and rarin' to go! 12/12/12 seems like an ideal date for a resurrection; given our culture's tendency toward date-specific hysteria, we'd like to offer our own small antidote in the form of this new beginning.
Many thanks to those poets who submitted to us last winter and have been waiting this whole time to see the gate * photograph * grave * tongue post go up!
And now for the poems.
washing on the line
a maze of possibilities (gate)
wood on bonehinge
keeping mother out (gate)
arc of cicadas
Janus crown (gate)
innocence surprised
as a paper skeleton (photograph)
I once had
a clean pair of eyes (photograph)
graven images of seven caravans
a theft of arrivals
star watchers smiling (photograph)
the porch wind chimes
forever singing "A" (photograph)
tree shadows on granite
always on a hill
with a view (grave)
without grit
or bone
fertile inverted island (grave)
Átropos shielding the sun from her eyes
as she waits with her shears (grave)
six small stones
for Abigail (grave)
all we make that makes us
like elephants (grave)
"the wallpaper"
"yes" it replied (tongue)
Madagascar fin (tongue)
full pocket of quarters
at the all-you-can-drink milk stand (tongue)
And a couple of lovely poems inspired by all four words:
we await the moon, arms
of trees
nothing separates us locked
or broken
frames, metal or limbs
lean in and over
turquoise under
inking blue me
on my feet under you
a wall swings gaily us
driving through
sad separation old as
hills and onyx piled to still the posts
even they, we are:
foxes, flowers, the oak and gold
her face a gate unlocked
Helen, if I had a photograph
biting her pen cap fumbling in
her grave purse for the
petitioner’s proper tongue
thank goddess I said yes
Words for our next round are:
resin * hatchet * suitcase * stalk
Want to participate? Send your poems, inspired by and/or redefining these words, plus any suggestions for words you'd like to add to our growing, collaborative poets' lexicon, to inkandfamine@gmail.com. Remember, all submissions are anonymous, and prone to be shared as widely as possible.
Welcome back. Peace in 2012!
Your friends at
Ink and Famine
