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Dispatches Fall Update contents • 10.3.18 • Dispatches from the Poetry Wars

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Dispatches Fall Update contents by Dispatches Poetry Wars 10.3.18

 

Blood Resin

the butchers chainsawed
all the morning long as
we worked, mostly silent

in an indoor chemical carpet
labyrinthine office stream with
uniform pre-fabricated cubicle walls
too high to peek
over

sited within a road mazed gentrified industrial park
with work culture lunchtime picnic table perimeters
our neighbor, Otiz Elevator sponsors today’s Auto Show

contestants vote for best car, enter drawings
for prizes, while the oldies blare
out old Motown sounds

I sit with two tree stumps.
They bubble a viscous amber resin
from rings of phloem made long ago from
the wind and the earth and the rain in the quiet of
stars and sun and moon

the two pines –
a bird flies through
the space they were

 

Donna Fleischer
from 2 Poems

2 Poems by Donna Fleischer – Dispatches from the Poetry Wars 10.3.18

 

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Donna Fleischer e Robert Chang Chien – vengodalmare

 

pulling the dark net
to his wee boat at dawn
September moon slips through

Donna Fleischer

ph. Robert Chang Chien

Haiku di Donna Fleischer

 

Source: Donna Fleischer e Robert Chang Chien – vengodalmare

Sukiyaki (Ue o Muite Arukou) – Kyu Sakamoto (English Translation and Lyrics) – YouTube

 

Ue wo Muite Arukō“ (上を向いて歩こう?, literally “I look up as I walk”) is an original Japanese song. ”The lyrics tell the story of a man who looks up and whistles while he is walking so that his tears won’t fall.” ~ Wikipedia

American kid

how did Japan enter your heart?

first whistling

Ue wo Muite Arukō with the record

also hiding tears

 

Donna Fleischer
We Are All Japan anthology, 2012

Bittersweet At No. 1: How A Japanese Song Topped The Charts In 1963

Spiral Orb Eight :: Aurora Corona by Donna Fleischer

Aurora Corona

Donna Fleischer

 

There is only unrepeatability. The sun
Comes up from the night bringing it form.
It is expected. Metaphorized. Distanced. Not to feel
fear of the dank crowded earth each time, of darkness
overwhelming. We crouch and wait in that house that is dawn.
We strut. We tell ourselves lies that are longings. How to prepare
for the thing that has not happened? The languished pink clover petals
today soften me. They will straighten with some rain. This is the season
for memory, never to repeat, to turn the raw sight to illusion. We can
try mostly what is easy and slides down the throat like a clotted egg, or
insist on difficulty, when each moment that could break off in the hands gushes

 

Source: Spiral Orb Eight Donna Fleischer

DONNA FLEISCHER | TRUCK

DONNA FLEISCHER

(This feature is part of TRUCK’s Theme Issue on the List or Catalog Poem. You can go HERE for an Index of the Participating Poets.)

Fudezuka

“I believe in the lives of many things . . . . worn out and reborn. In Kyoto you find a very interesting tomb called fudezuka. It’s a tombstone for old pens. Once you use your pens, you cannot put them in the garbage, you have to perform a ritual.”

~  Hidetoshi Kato

In Northampton, MA as you step from shop to street you’re liable to look up from an ice cream cone or a thought, to see a clown standing off at some not far enough distance, staring at something, maybe you.

I saw a Monarch stopping over on a Commercial Street P’town blossom just before the necessary journey to Mexico. A friend took its picture. I wanted to introduce myself. We open we close. August folds us up, flutters us away.

Safety deposit box in which I save anecdotes, movie tickets torn in half, oily breadcrumbs of origin, particular colors that still fan out, recipes, coins, formulas, equations, nibs stained black and blue, words, white space, red candle wax, winter dreams, longing on a hinge, long-sleeved and emerald green.

Truck: DONNA FLEISCHER.

bones 6 – a haiku journal – is here

new snow –

a junco’s anus

revealed

– Donna Fleischer

bones 6 – a haiku journal.

finding its way back, a haiku by Donna Fleischer / South by Southeast

finding its way back

sure as the sun

a dandelion

Donna Fleischer
South by Southeast 19:2, June 2012

 

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