Friday, December 28, 2012

Variations for Two Pianos By Donald Justice

There is no music now in all Arkansas,
Higgins is gone, taking both his pianos.
Movers dismantled the instruments, away
Sped the vans, the first detour UN-tuned the strings.
there is no music now in all Arkansas.
Warm evenings, the windows open, he would play
something of Mozart's for his pupils, the birds.
There is No music now in all Arkansas.
How shall the mockingbird mend her trill, the jay
His eccentric attack, lacking a teacher?
Higgins is gone, taking both his pianos
There is no music now in all Arkansas.

Friday, December 14, 2012

One Time, I Entered Heaven By Mike Maggio

It was a quiet morn
when the world slept deeply
and the spirits swirled like water.
skipping on clouds
leaping from star to star.
It was the music, you see
it was the notes the angels
had carefully fastened to the breeze.
I gather them like stardust
in between the greed and cry of the wolf
when the moon pauses.
When the earth catches its awesome vreath
I can hear the bells peal
and see the face of God
mirrored in the dips and dives of a dove.
when I listen.
as the angels embrace
the crystal dewy dawn.

Monday, December 3, 2012

ABC By Donald Justice


A syllable with skin,
Tough and saurian,
Alive in the sewer's mouth.
A word with loot
bulging its pockets
crouched in the alley after curfew.
A whole stanza forming
to march off the curb
and into your head with banners.
A poem in hiding
from men in advertising
and the guitars of ex-pilots.


Be the unfolding page,
white page, memorial to the absolute,
Altas of heights and depths.
Be the statue leaning out from the stone,
the stone also, torn between past and future,
and the hammer, whose strength we share.


See how the fearful chandelier
trembles above you
each time your open your mouth
to sing: Sing!