Author: Constance Brewer

  • Origin Stories – Julie Weiss

    Origin Stories – Julie Weiss

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    Poem Written in the Eight Seconds I Lost Sight of My Children by Julie Weiss Listen, the rain is slicing limbs off the sky´s body. The body is being dragged under a carpet of reflections. The air swells with last breaths. With the sour aftertaste of goodbyes. Today is as good a day as any…

  • Origin Stories – Judy Kronenfeld

    Origin Stories – Judy Kronenfeld

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    Musical Surprise by Judy Kronenfeld All through the klezmer concert at the synagogue, all through the wailing, laughing, talk-back violin, the clarinet cavorting and kazatski-ing, and climbing up to cry from the rooftops, the cymbals shushing and tsk-ing, the sax keening and weeping its ecstasy of prayer, my dead father and mother sit down beside…

  • Origin Stories – Karen Paul Holmes

    Origin Stories – Karen Paul Holmes

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    So, Supposedly, We Each Have an Angel Over One Shoulder by Karen Paul Holmes But the thing is, we have to ask for help. Until we ask, the angel just has to sit or float there, filing its nails, plucking out loose wing feathers, bored silly watching the soap opera of our lives. When we…

  • Origin Stories – Jennifer Schomburg Kanke

    Origin Stories – Jennifer Schomburg Kanke

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    Salvia, Reblooming by Jennifer Schomburg Kanke Speak to me of love and I will speak to you of salvia bought on sale, twenty-cents, an end of the season find. The man said bloomless shafts weren’t worth the dirt. Forget to water, leave bare on chilly nights. Speak to me of love and I will tell…

  • Origin Stories – Oisín Breen

    Origin Stories – Oisín Breen

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    Origin Stories – the Kingfisher The poem, the Kingfisher, is an off-cut, of a kind, reconfigured to stand apart, from my current major work-in-progress. Its genesis lies in slowly building out the world in which the greater work’s narrator struggles between sensuality and an absurdly fanatical religious devotion, and in each object on the island…

  • Origin Stories – James Penha

    Origin Stories – James Penha

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    Cows by James Penha The cows in the field lumber from patch to patch of grass and weeds; mouths pull and chew and swallow and cuddle with an eagerness their big brown bodies belie. Contented—as those dairy bovines who produced Carnation Condensed Milk had been advertised for decades—cows need not run. They amble. They lumber.…