Two Poems by Nayrouz Abu Hatoum

  Fall   1. With dreamy eyes, you hosted my gaze and your lips… a well intensifies my thrust.   ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖   2. I wrote you into a poem because this is how I learned to host love back home… now, I am left to grieve twice the weight of loss.   ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖   3. Our eyes traced each other,
and gazed through the shades of fig … Continue reading Two Poems by Nayrouz Abu Hatoum

“If I didn’t write it down, it’s shhhhh”: On Writing Dementia.

“If I didn’t write it down, it’s shhhhh”: On Writing Dementia Edited by Susan M. Schultz   Table of Contents:   Introduction: Home (Un)founded Susan M Schultz Seven Poems by Barbara Moore Vincent (transcribed by her son, Stephen Vincent) “Frances” (from The Trebus Project) David Clegg and Susan M. Schultz, eds Interview with David Clegg of the Trebus Project Susan M. Schultz Poetry by Dr. … Continue reading “If I didn’t write it down, it’s shhhhh”: On Writing Dementia.

Poetry by Michael Snediker

  Philosopher’s Window for A.G.   Massachusetts Aschenbach, there is no dying, just   memory/                      its pursuit.   What we desired was/ remembering one’s desires   which were      remembering if only one   could just remember/ that sea   on which we look beyond its metaphor   or if/   there were some figure passing                metaphor—   not literal, not salt nor … Continue reading Poetry by Michael Snediker

Notebook 20, Pages 69-73: Poetry by Hank Lazer

from Notebooks N20P69   transcription:   who comes to mind      that is this place      that is this time that comes to mind      & thinking here      of thee i sing those on the horizon      feel the swell      & take it home   at each turning      turn & turn so it may be a returning for one i know      the horn the given instrument      of his singing … Continue reading Notebook 20, Pages 69-73: Poetry by Hank Lazer

Three Poems by Patricia Rose Straub

Anastrophe Homeward directly, I wish victim to the senses. Absent the smell of balsam fir. Wending its way through the canal, traffic three blocks away. The drum reverberates back lodging the city in my brain. Not mine, the cars. The city belongs to not me. When she asks my name my mother’s ear collects the sound rolls it slowly through the vestibule disclaims my reply. … Continue reading Three Poems by Patricia Rose Straub

Poetry by Goro Takano

Doggone     _____________________________________________________________ Born in the city of Hiroshima, Goro Takano is an assistant professor in the Faculty of Medicine at Saga University, where he teaches English and Japanese literature. He obtained his M.A. from the University of Tokyo (American Literature), and his Ph.D. from the University of Hawaii at Manoa (English/Creative Writing). His first novel, With One More Step Ahead, was published in … Continue reading Poetry by Goro Takano

Poetry by Caroline Maun

  Writing Time   One word after another my mother filled these books now neatly boxed, headed to the attic. The writing was what she did daily, like pin-curling permed hair or smoking outside. I didn’t see what she was really doing until she was gone. I fan her pages like a flip-book. Her ball-point characters crowd each margin, disobeying the pre-printed dates. After an … Continue reading Poetry by Caroline Maun

Hollowing the Stalks

  Almost as soon as I arrive, we’re working on the rhubarb. Between grandpa’s front door and the road is a full-sized tennis court surrounded by about an acre of grass, flowerbeds, and garden. By the time I get there, the rhubarb is profligate, aggressively filling several long rows beyond the furthest corner of the tennis court. If you leave rhubarb too long it’ll bolt—the … Continue reading Hollowing the Stalks

Two Poems by Susan M. Schultz

NO CHEESE [Monday. Common area: television, on. Music in background.] Act One: 10 a.m. My mommy’s having a baby! A baby, a baby, a baby! Gloria & Pat sit on the sofa. Pat’s eyes dark, deep, her face white as powder. Gloria has her head on Pat’s right shoulder. Look! Two babies. Twins! The babies, the babies, the babies! “I can’t hear a word you’re … Continue reading Two Poems by Susan M. Schultz

Poetry by Dr. Frederick London and Gary Glazner

Created by Dr. Fred London and Gary Glazner the founder of the Alzheimer’s Poetry Project, on Thursday, December 1st, 2011. By asking Fred a series of questions exploring poetry through his senses we created this Ars Poetica. His answers form the lines of the poem and are in the order given with light editing. Before creating this poem we performed model poems using a “call … Continue reading Poetry by Dr. Frederick London and Gary Glazner

Interview with David Clegg of the Trebus Project

Please say something about how you got involved with The Trebus project and how this work relates to your earlier life as a sculptor. The Trebus Project grew directly out of the work I was already doing as a sculptor. The Trebus Project is just a name I gave to the work I do as an artist. Sometimes it involves commissioning or collaborating with other … Continue reading Interview with David Clegg of the Trebus Project

This can be it or the starting point: Lonely Christopher in conversation with Gregory Laynor

Gregory Laynor: What’s your favorite color? Lonely Christopher: My favorite color is red. Gregory Laynor: I want to ask you about a few of my favorite things, like the clichés in your story “Burning Church”: “Always look on the bright side. It’s always the darkest before dawn. Every cloud has a silver lining. Pink sky in the morning, sailors take warning. Why buy the cow … Continue reading This can be it or the starting point: Lonely Christopher in conversation with Gregory Laynor

Five Poems by Lonely Christopher

These five poems are from Lonely Christopher’s Crush Dream, forthcoming from Radioactive Moat. An interview with Lonely Christopher appears in EOAGH. A Tiny Fluffy Puppy I must dedicate this much of my brain to being socially/ economically retarded or else there’s no way I could, you know, make art; a tiny fluffy puppy barks at and challenges a piece of broccoli lying on the floor. … Continue reading Five Poems by Lonely Christopher

Six Poems by Jane Wong

  Editorial Statment by Sueyeun Juliette Lee: This selection comes from a short manuscript of Jane Wong’s, titled Impossible Map. Wong’s poems speak to me with a dark urgency. They remind me that the world is in slow collapse about us. This patient devastation is mirrored internally, as well. Our memories may one day pepper our psychological landscapes with the same strangeness and beauty that … Continue reading Six Poems by Jane Wong