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The 2007 issue of The Eleventh Muse contains an outstanding variety of 63 poems by 46 poets.
Staff
Editor: Steven D. Schroeder
Associate Editors: Lois Beebe Hayna, Ron Noel, Aaron Anstett, Jane Wampler, Rebecca Laroche, & Anissa Solano
Cover Layout: Lori Williams
Cover Art: Patricia Nolan
The issue is available for $8.
Or please mail checks (no cash) to:
Poetry West
PO Box 2413
Colorado Springs, Colorado 80901
The complete list of writers appearing in this issue:
Emily Wong, Sean Trotanta, Larissa Szporluk, Danielle Sellers, Margaret Ronda, Doug Ramspeck, Carsten Rene Nielsen, Jeff Newberry, Cindy May Murphy, John McKernan, Nathan McClain, Gary L. McDowell, John Mann, Sheryl Luna, Tim Lockridge, Timothy Liu, A. J. Patrick Liszkiewicz, Sarah Lindsay, Steve Langan, David Keplinger, Genevieve Kaplan, Charlotte Innes, Joseph Hunt, H. L. Hix, Alex Grant, Noah Eli Gordon, Jeannine Hall Gailey, Suzanne Frischkorn, Gina Franco, Jason Fraley, Kelly Madigan Erlandson, Ellen Kirvin Dudis, Diane Elayne Dees, Jehanne Dubrow, J. P. Dancing Bear, Tom Daley, Gary Joseph Cohen, Patrick Carrington, Joel Brouwer, Gaylord Brewer, Paul Benton, Sandra Beasley, Jeffrey Bean, Danielle Aquiline, Maureen Alsop, & Mary Alexandra Agner
Congratulations to the nominees for the Best New Poets anthology:
"Industrial Canticle," Tom Daley
"Walking Late," Margaret Ronda
Congratulations to the winner of the Eleventh Muse poetry contest:
"Horse at Century's End," Maureen Alsop
Sample Poems:
Holiday Root Canal
for Heidi Sulzdorf
Near on in the wet air of Happledeedoo,
there swim candy fishes
who poop out your wishes
who make them go true
happledee and go happle for you.
Do Fish taste of Don’t in the Happlecanal,
taste of yumcandy blandness
far off on the landness
of Subjective Blue.
The dewed air is hued blue due to you.
Nevry year I swim going with Happledeepals,
dive for deep-rooted diveness
down fish fat corrals.
In the fat corrals fishes
what grow long your wishes
will grant them to someones who do.
In the next I’ll go someone with you.
—A. J. Patrick Liszkiewicz
Rehmuh Synagogue, Poland
I prayed beside survivors too:
those wives who sighed the liturgy
behind a lacy screen, turning
the pages of their siddurim
too quietly to call it noise,
a shadow-touch of fingertips
as might have pushed an uncurled strand
of hair beneath its wig again.
What did they ask of Adonai
that Friday night? —more light perhaps,
two candles lit by smoother hands,
each match strike startling back the dark.
A room away, their husbands stood
so quickly wooden benches creaked
like bones. Inside the women’s section,
no one could watch red curtains pulled
to show the Arc, could only feel
all breaths-becoming-one, exhaled
in speech as Hear, O Israel.
The Torah never reached that space
where wives stayed still enough to hear
beyond the wall dividing them,
the laughter of their men whose arms
stretched out to greet the Shabbes bride.
—Jehanne Dubrow
Steric Effects
Like real men, a wool hunting-cap is the first to hang
Itself in the closet, nest, and unravel…
For the warmth of it, for the mattress left on the curb
to unwind tight springs in all weather,
Analysts say to go west, go where locusts don’t dare
Crochet or fly-cast, so go
East instead, to Johnston, Vermont, capitol
of the flushed grouse.
—Gary Joseph Cohen
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