Wednesday, July 20, 2022

GAS Featured Poet: Gerry Fabian



He has published four books of his published poems, Parallels, Coming Out Of The Atlantic, Electronic Forecasts and Ball On The Mound.
In addition, he has published four novels : Getting Lucky (The Story), Memphis Masquerade, Seventh Sense and Ghost Girl. 
His web page  


Hidden Danger
 
Holding a slight advantage
in various venues
determines the degree.
Depth of situations
elongate mini-moments.
Never exist like this.
 
Detouring the collapse
always fails -
Negating any luck
generates rapid response.
Enter with extreme caution
rather than broken bravado.



When The Fad Fades Away

 

You were in my creative writing class.
With your black Goth girl clothing
and multiple piercings,
you felt they marked you as creative.
You sat in the back with ear buds
and never took a note.
The final grade was based on a portfolio
of work completed during the semester.
When I opened your folder,
all it contained was a stained grocery list.

 

Today, several years later,
I see you in Walmart
pushing a stroller
while holding a screaming toddler
on your hip.
Our eyes meet but you quickly
turn away and hurry down another aisle.
You drop something in your haste,
I go over and pick it up.
It is a grocery list
and I resist the urge 
to correct the misspellings.



Requiescat Canto V
The Maze

 

Is it a matter of escape
that so gluts the brain
so as to fuse the torment
into a walking sloth
that spews wounded oaths
at chairs and walls -
that falls to the floor
and writhes in a fire singe
of personal doubts -
that freezes motion
for hours upon hours
in a living altar sacrifice
to atone for the anguish
that has no other escape.

 

I have been to the brink,
wavered at the edge
and stopped the fall
just often enough
to know that escape
has captured too many
of the people I love.  

 

Monday, July 18, 2022

GAS Featured Poet: Ed Ahern



Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He’s had almost four hundred stories and poems published so far, and six books. Ed works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where he sits on the review board and manages a posse of nine review editors. He’s also lead editor at The Scribes Micro Fiction magazine. On TwitterFacebook, and Instagram .


The Mixing Bowl

 

My parents had almost nothing in common.

True both personally, and in their bloods.

The recipe to make me included ingredients

foreign to each other and repudiating family lore.

 

My mother’s half was said to be evenly split

between English and Swedish forbearers.

But there was apparent hanky-panky.

In the distant past a German and a Scot

tossed 3% and 1% respectively into my bowl.

England and Sweden added only 10% and 20%

and a cross-border Norwegian or two

provided 16% of my ingredients.

 

My father was vowed to be completely Irish.

And that seems closer to being true.

except for my long forgotten traces

of a probably marauding Scottish 8%

and a faint but defined Welsh 1%,

which is why I’m writing this poem.

 

 

 

 

Losing It

 

Acuity is a gift often stolen

by age or disease or self-abuse;

furies jealous of a mind so clear

that living well is subconscious.

The theft is subliminal and slow,

imperceptible and immutable,

leaving strong emotions searching

for their lost champion.

 

 

Wednesday, July 13, 2022

GAS Featured Poet: PW Covington

 


PW Covington writes in the beat tradition of the North American highway. He is a Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee, and has featured at San Francisco's Beat Museum. Covington's most recent collection of poetry, malepoet. is published by Gnashing Teeth Publishing.



Liver Spots

I have been watching age spots
Appear on my arms and hands
A few more
On my neck and shoulders

Like both of my grandfathers
Testimony
To days
Spent outside
Under violent ultraviolet
Radiation

I’ve scraped and scratched
Sloughed them off
Yet, they return
Like blemishes
During a criminal history
Background check

Concealable, still
Yet indelible
No longer worth the effort
They tell the story
In liver-tinted tones
Of summer days at sea
Sunbathing on prison concrete rec-yards

Of living a life uncovered
     unscreened

Tanning my flesh
In tiny, speckled,
Aftermath

Side effects
Of inescapable
Exposure



Off Screen

The things we love
Or hate
The most
Prepare us best for death
Unseen, off screen
To just the right or left
Valium nights and
Even the dog needs

Thorazine
Learn to let go
As it gets torn away
A chorus of a million horny angels
Kicked off AM radio
By angry men with
Steel-strong fists
Iron lungs

Inhale
And know
There comes a time
When the air will no longer
Be able
To sustain you
Entertain you

Hitting marks, unseen
Off screen
To just the right
Or left



Wednesday, July 6, 2022

GAS Featured Poet: William Doreski

 



William Doreski lives in Peterborough, New Hampshire. He has taught at several colleges and universities. His most recent book of poetry is Mist in Their Eyes (2021).  His essays, poetry, fiction, and reviews have appeared in various journals.

                                                                       


Mushrooms and Orchids


When I joke about your obsession

with mushrooms and orchids you gaze

with inhuman flicker candid

as a reptile’s. The Sunday light

refracted by your smile hurts

the churchgoing crowd you despise,

and like me they regard you

from the corners of their eyes as if

afraid some curse will apply.

Some claim you sleep under toadstools.

Some even whisper that the pink

of the lady slipper tempts you

to a devilish sort of excess.

Yet you’re harmless as the flora

you admire, excepting the toxic

amanita, the flesh of which

is tough and white as your thighs.




Monday, July 4, 2022

GAS Featured Poet: Kenneth Pobo

 


 Kenneth Pobo grew up in Villa Park, Illinois, but now lives in Pennsylvania.  He is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections.  Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press), Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers), Uneven Steven (Assure Press), Sore Points (Finishing Line Press) Lilac and Sawdust (Meadowlark Press) and Lavender Fire, Lavender Rose (BrickHouse Books). Opening is forthcoming from Rectos Y Versos Editions. Human rights issues, especially as they relate to the LGBTQIA+ community, are also a constant presence in his work. 


BOBOLINKO BURNING WOOD


Many things paralyze Bobolinko.  His friend

Mina asked him point blank “Do you prefer

spring or fall?”  He shifted from foot to foot,

eyes glazing over.  The radio plays “Sure Thing”

by Dionne Warwick.  He had been sure

of one thing, Phil, who resembled

the Lincoln Monument.  He expected him

to always be there.  Phil left him after slightly

less than five years.  He said,

“This just isn’t working out.  You’re

a nice guy, but I need something more.” 

Either he had no idea that the letdown

was coming or he chose not to see it. 

He didn’t think that the Lincoln Monument

would shake off Georgian marble

and walk away.

 

Hobbies help.  Sometimes Bobolinko goes

to his basement and does woodburning. 

He purposely burns too deeply,

making any word illegible.  The smell

attracts him, sweet and acrid,

the burnt wood, the deep gash smoking.  




WILDFLOWERS IN THE WOODS

 

Pink at the lip

of earth, 

 

gaywings,

shorter than my ankle,

change a forest

each spring.  A wildflower

has a quiet power,  

 

opens

briefly--

 

long enough

for lasting joy.




Thursday, June 30, 2022

GAS Featured Poet: Benito Vila

 


Benito Vila lives in a remote fishing village on Mexico’s Pacific coast. He first had his poetry published in 2020 in Love Love, an underground magazine based in Paris. His other published work includes the editing Of Myth & Men, a narrative cut-up of poet Charles Plymell’s email correspondence (for Bottle of Smoke Press), and creating profiles of "counterculture” instigators for pleasekillme.com and legsville.com


Enough



I am meant to breathe and smile, be human.

I am meant to grow, the way an acorn is meant to be an oak tree.


Enough of fetishes and materialism

Enough of verse in rhymes and measures

Enough of private clubs and endless vacation

Enough of clarity, control and self-improvement

Enough of who’s who, what’s what and where it’s at

Enough of chattering, poking and blaming

Enough of alerts, dings and constant noise

Enough of emotion, logistics and expectations

Enough of oil spills, dead fish and dead birds

Enough of greed, the apocalypse, jingoism and Election Day

Enough of mystics, misogynists and misinformation

Enough of pointing out differences and glorifying privilege

Enough of the 289 ways of Christ

Enough of repeating old news over and over and over

Enough of selling doubt and fear all day long and doing it again the next day

Enough of sentence structure and social hierarchies

Enough of spotlights becoming crosshairs

Enough of likes and efficiencies

Enough of self-pity, self-esteem and skin creams

Enough of ascribing sex, shaming intelligence and repeating big lies

Enough of rectangles and refusing to acknowledge the obvious

Enough of kindness coming in second


I want to stand tall, hear birds describe God.

I want to have the ground feel good when I go to lay down.





The New Now



The new now is taking notes

to begin a new narrative.


The new now is more than

the same old shit, imperceptibly different.


It’s an everywhere of everything 

where everyone is sacred, where each living thing is a saint.


The gift is to die dreaming.

Shouldn’t we all get to die dreaming?


I come awake to the history of the world 

as being only about what’s going on right now.


The past, the future, so much of that depends on

the snake, the swan, the maiden, the moon.


I’m in no hurry to find out

where Holden’s ducks or where Bob’s roads go.


Welcome the new blood.

It has new life in it.


I have a feeling about you and me:

we’re building cathedrals we can marvel at.


We need each other.

It doesn’t get any simpler than that.



Sunday, June 26, 2022

GAS Featured Poet: Leah Mueller


 Leah Mueller is the author of ten prose and poetry books. Her work appears in Rattle, Midway Journal, Citron Review, The Spectacle, Miracle Monocle, Outlook Springs, Atticus Review, Your Impossible Voice, etc. It has also been featured in trees, shop windows in Scotland, poetry subscription boxes, and literary dispensers throughout the world. Her flash piece, Land of Eternal Thirst will appear in the 2022 edition of Sonder Press's Best Small Fictions anthology. Visit her website at www.leahmueller.org.


Footslog
 
Once I walked
without counting
steps or calories.
 
Sidewalks were
fields of play.
 
I hurtled forward,
weight like
paper wings.
 
But now, I check
the numbers
on my phone face,
 
as I trudge ahead--
first towards 200,
then 1,000.
 
When I achieve
6,000 steps,
my phone
congratulates me.
 
You have
reached your goal,
it crows.
 
When did movement
become a duty,
stripped forever
of adventure?
 
Such a cruel
trick of age
and metabolism,
but at least
 
my decrepit feet
still know
the way home.