Posts Tagged ‘ Donna Fleischer ’

Solitary Plover – Summer 2020

Adoration of the Ear

                                    – ekphrasis on an African linguist’s staff

crooked staff

like a great tree



swept air clear for

feeling’s drum


burnished gold leaf,

with thumb roll of

an elephant’s dung

into ear shape


with a trunk trumpets

vowels of savannah


Donna Fleischer

Solitary Plover Summer 2020
issue #32

115 Farewell Dispatches to Dispatches from the Poetry Wars at Dispatches from the Poetry Wars – May 31, 2020

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Source: Dispatches Poetry Wars

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– Donna Fleischer

Two Poems by Donna Fleischer at Dispatches from the Poetry Wars, September 2018

West Hartford – Love Tanka


by Donna Fleischer

May poem prologue
be for friends twice self-addressed
as we are for this –
a journey of selves possessed
and one another loved free

Source: West Hartford – Love Tanka

Eileen’s Tiny Books: COVID-19 POEMS by DONNA FLEISCHER



Meritage Press’ Minitage Editions is pleased to release an approximate 2-inch by 2- inch book:

By Donna Fleischer

Source: Eileen’s Tiny Books: COVID-19 POEMS by DONNA FLEISCHER

May 6, 2018 The Charter Oak Readings with poets Donna Fleischer and Leslie McGrath



Sunday May 6, 3PM

Donna Fleischer’s poems are in small independent press chapbooks, anthologies, and journals worldwide. These include Kō, Modern Haiku, Otoliths, Peace Is a Haiku Song, Poetry at the End of the World, Spiral Orb, The Marsh Hawk Press Review, and The #Occupy Wall Street Anthology. < Periodic Earth >, from Casa de Cinco Hermanas Press (Colorado, 2016), is her fourth chapbook. Other chapbooks are with Longhouse Publishers and bottle rockets press.

Leslie McGrath is the author of three collections of poetry, the most recent being Feminists Are Passing from Our Lives. Winner of the Pablo Neruda Prize for Poetry and the Gretchen Warren award from the New England Poetry Club, her poems and interviews have been published in Agni, Poetry magazine, The Academy of American Poets, The Writer’s Chronicle, and The Yale Review. McGrath teaches creative writing at Central CT State University and is series editor of The Tenth Gate, a poetry imprint of The Word Works Press. She lives in Essex.

Reading starts with an Open Mike.

Charter Oak Cultural Center
21 Charter Oak Avenue
Hartford, CT 06106

Free event.

The Charter Oak Readings Blogspot

For more info contact—

Directions to Charter Oak Cultural Center

From points west

Take 84 East to 48B (the “Capitol Avenue” exit). At the end of the ramp, take a left onto Capitol Avenue and go straight until the road ends. Take a right onto Main Street. Turn left at the first light onto Charter Oak Avenue and the Cultural Center is the first building on the right with two domes on top.

From points east

Take 84 West to exit 54 (the “Downtown Hartford” exit). At the end of the ramp, turn left onto Columbus Boulevard. At the fifth light, turn right onto Charter Oak Avenue. After the second light, the Cultural Center is the building with two domes on top on the left side of the street just before Main Street.

From points north or south

Take 91 to exit 29A in Hartford, labeled “Capitol Area”. Bear right and take the second exit labeled “Prospect Street to Main Street”. Turn left atthe stoplight at the end of the ramp and go straight. At the second light turn right onto Charter Oak Avenue. After the turn, the center is the third building on the left with two domes on top.


  • Free parking is available on weekends in the lot across the street from the center at 330 Main Street and at Betances School located diagonally across the street.
  • There is also metered parking available on the street in front of the Cultural Center and on Prospect Street. These spots are free on the weekends.
  • Free spaces can be found further down Charter Oak Avenue and on John Street.
  • Do not park next door at 25 Charter Oak Avenue or in the lot behind the building. They will tow in both locations.

The Charter Oak Readings : : Donna Fleischer & Leslie McGrath : : The Charter Oak Cultural Center

my (small press) writing day: Donna Fleischer : an altar of sorts


the teakwood desk where i sometimes write has a hinged panel at the back that expands the overall depth when it’s flipped open. otherwise, when closed, it sits upright at the back of the desk, like a piano, providing a smaller more intimate writing space and revealing variously shaped cubby holes which i like to think of as amused portals safekeeping the overheard whispers and ideas when talking with myself all these years. (continued)

Source: my (small press) writing day: Donna Fleischer : an altar of sorts

Otata 29 – May, 2018

Sabine Miller

Native Object

To hug a tree—how silly
can one get, he said, but to dance

with it—like the wind, said he subtracting

craving from contact & The rose

in the garden among evergreens after a soaking rain blooms

no wider than this


Donna Fleischer

winter morning,
may i become
your blank page


snowfield –
sound of deer’s hooves
striking the moonlit road


in the woods
snow shoals sun squalls,
a green triangle


Source: May, 2018 – Otata

Donna Fleischer ∞ two poems in Solitary Plover issue 27 Winter 2018


my furious heart


the crow
first to rise, its
silent aubade

o dark,
dark nature

of light


Donna Fleischer

Solitary Plover Issue 27 Winter 2018

Finally, a Joseph Beuys Documentary & man on a plane by Donna Fleischer


Joseph Beuys | Documentary | Hyperallergic


Poster for Beuys (2017) (courtesy Kino Lorber)


man on a plane

By hearing him speak with a flight attendant, I learn that he is from Hungary, the man in the dark brown suit and brown shoes who reminds me of the German Conceptual artist, Joseph Beuys, dressed in his overlarge felt pants and suit jacket.

During the arduous flight from Amsterdam to New York, he shifts seats from time to time: sometimes in the aisle seat, other times the window seat, and once, all three, for a nap. How is it that on this crowded plane the other two seats of his row remain empty?

 the blackbirds swirl

high above snowy fields

their shadow

An attendant instructs him to keep the window shuttered during this daytime flight, for better movie viewing, even though he doesn’t watch. The ocean crossing is long and dull and people need movies to pass the time. I’m like a zealous soccer fan when he glides back over to the window and cracks open the shutter a few inches, slumped as low as he can to gaze into the sky and the sunlight for long bits of time, or draw a book close to his chest to read by that light.

Scrunched up in his wrinkled brown suit like a man in solitary confinement, the rest of us sitting somewhere between sleep and wakefulness in our poured plastic cocoons, breathing recirculated air and trying to stay occupied since leaving our bodies on the tarmac before takeoff. I wonder what will emerge when this plane touches down




a bird                                        and






Donna Fleischer

bottle rockets vol 11 no 2 (#22) 2009

Donna Fleischer – Daily Haiku: March 22, 2017 | Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog

Daily Haiku: March 22, 2017

under the snow

the gurgling




by Donna Fleischer

Haiku Society of America Members’ Anthology, 2003

Source: Daily Haiku: March 22, 2017 | Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog