mgv2_en_01 february 2008
Mauvaise graine, revue créée à Cirencester, GrandeBretagne, en 1996, publiée jusqu'en 2000. mgversion2>datura en ligne depuis 2002. Ce présent numéro fut le premier numéro tout en anglais publié en ligne. --Mauvaise graine – a literary magazine – was created in Cirencester, UK in 1996 and published until 2000. mgversion2>datura has been on line since 2002. The present issue was the first one all in English published on line.
mgversion2>datura mgv2_en _01 | February 2008 Cover illustration : Norman J. Olson Contents: Poems Steve Klepetar, To the Moon and Back
Noah Eli Gordon, Acoustic Experience
John Mcmahon, Holds Her Bastard Close
Harry Wilkens, The Camden family Jessica Lynch
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Gregory Vincent St Thomasino, Anselm
Jan Oskar Hansen, A Day When Nothing Happened
Jeff Crouch, You own private Reward Your Own Private Government Project
Patricia Wellingham Jones, The Demonic Woman's Face
Taylor Graham, Dreaming the Next War
Music Jérémy Bérenger, Mixes
To the Moon and Back
Steve F. Klepetar Steve F. Klepetar teaches literature and writing at Saint Cloud State University in Minnesota. His work has appeared in many journals and has been nominated several times for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Web. These poems come from a new collection called Thirty-six Crows.
Heâ€™s been to the moon and back but it hasnâ€™t helped. Her voice cuts across every stop he makes along the coastal highway and winds around the twisty tails of cats. He feels her firm arms in sweep and spray of sea breeze, and he remembers her brush shagged with hair, leather scent of her expensive bag. Her handprints still dot his arms, his face burned with her ordinary name. Even with shades slipped over his tired face, he feels exposed, ripped open to her cruel and lovely eyes gleaming from impatiens, astibile and yawning yellow mums. Yes, and her teasing mouth waits beside his bedside, wet and red and always far from reach.
An Acoustic Experience Inoculate with ones & zeros the sound of the human voice You have a computerâ€™s unrequited compassion & I, the outline of an ostrich torn in half, tacked to a pixilated heart The perfect companionâ€™s a photograph of sand Unexpanding, elegant universe something something something the end
Noah Eli Gordon Noah Eli Gordon is the author of six books, including Novel Pictorial Noise (Harper Perennial, 2007; selected by John Ashbery for the National Poetry Series), Figures for a Darkroom Voice (Tarpaulin Sky 2007; in collaboration with poet Joshua Marie Wilkinson and artist Noah Saterstrom) and A Fiddle Pulled from the Throat of a Sparrow (New Issues 2007). His reviews and essays have appeared in numerous publications, including: Boston Review, Review of Contemporary Fiction, Poetry Project Newsletter, and the book Burning Interiors: David Shapiro's Poetry and Poetics. He continues to write a column on chapbooks for Rain Taxi: Review of Books and teaches at the University of Colorado at Denver.
Holds Her Bastard Close
Such distrust corrodes and sticks like rust on her wedding ring She so desperate for love feeds upon ladled mistrust Lapping up the lies that slip from his lips wrapped up in a deceitful desired response Takes it all in like a sponge she does Trips on the symphetic 'I love you babes' Pathetic personified she waits for the pub to lock its doors then holds her bastard close
The Camden Family
I genuinely believe that this heavenly family has a cesspit behind their house, filled with the remains of the freaks the Camdens receive for one day, whose worries and handicaps the Camdens eat, digest and eliminate, to remain happy and to hug each other saying "I love you".
After a whole-body-wash Of Jessica Lynch, And having scrutinized Her pussy & asshole, Iraqi doctors found no Trace of rape, Even if she had Phantasized about rape By moustached Arabs
Gregory Vincent St Thomassino Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino was born in Greenwich Village, New York, and was raised in both the city and in the country across the Hudson River in New Jersey. He was educated at home, eventually to enter Fordham University where he received a degree in philosophy. His poetry and prose have appeared in print in Barrow Street, The Germ, jubilat and in Xcp: Cross-Cultural Poetics and online at GAMMM, EOAGH, Onedit, Pindeldyboz, Word For/Word and at Xcp: Streetnotes. His interview with the English writer Colin Wilson is online at The Argotist Online. He lives in Brooklyn Heights, New York, where he edits the online poetry journal, eratio, and works as a private docent.
seeming, as it does, in doing so, to or, are capable, and possessing of invention stringing fables, and pickets diversion, and demonstration a tailor, or teacher often, taking person
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or, various purposes and means and men and beginnings various beginnings A pose, or situation in view, both of houses, and cars cities, and scaffolding the welcome, and valediction and earn us, at last of motive, or character, are certain ordinary and visible attractions are certain visible attractions being named, and neighboring himself, and someone else can smile, easily and well and curious, and silent
A Day When Nothing Happened
Jan Oskar Hansen
Jan Oskar Hansen is a Norwegian poet living in Portugal. His work appears in several anthologies, magazines and on the net. He has also published A perfectly quiet day is coming to an end no several collections of his Letters from Portugal. breeze rustles Eight of his poems have recently been translated amongst green leaf that have got a shimmer into French and published online on the French side of this website. Hansen's poems have also appeared on from the pale sun. The almond trees that have in Hudson Review and Skyline Magazine. His latest collection End of a Voyage was published by Water been allocated Forest Press in 2007.
the best place in the sun have sprung flowers pink and white, I can sense their boastful jubilation, and why not? After being spindly and ugly for months they deserve applause and, yes, a bit of envy from the less successful ones. Rabbits on green run under stones I see more of them now than my old dog lived, she was forever chasing rabbits, even in her sleep. From my vantage point I can see the sun go down behind, not the first sea but the seventh one, as this day is so clear that I can see forever, but there are no clouds on the sky for it to paint pink, but there is no need today. And then it is night and dogs will bark from one village to the next, perhaps they lament the burden of living in the shadow of man, or they just like to gossip and have a good laugh on our behalf. Should they stop barking one night I will wake up and fear for my life
Your own personal Reward
The award from the Wizard most missed The bladder and bowel portion of existence At Oz, after such a long walk, the toilet Loudspeaker, no astronaut suit Where running water makes a hiss But Toto only barks at the symbolic
Your Own private government Project big budget If you were the pilot Millions line 8 of the contract overrun
The Demonic Woman's Face Twisted with ropes of scars the pink skin of new healing the green and saffron of old bruises formed a demonic woman's face Inside the flesh the framework of bone quailed a heart fluttering
Patricia Wellingham-Jones Patricia Wellingham-Jones is a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Her work is published internationally in anthologies, journals, and Internet magazines. End-Cycle, poems about care giving, is her latest book and she won Grand Prize in the Artists Embassy International Dancing Poetry Contest, 2007. Her website is www.wellinghamjones.com
Dreaming the Next War All night in dream they appeared. Sober portrait faces in oak frames. Heads of state and cabinet secretaries, ambassadors and attaches. Their voices were wind coming through the open screen above my head, arguing for arbitration, sanctions, war. Was it the dark sky flashing heat lightning, thunder in the east?
Taylor Graham Taylor Graham is a volunteer search-and-rescue dog handler in California. Her poems have appeared in America, The Iowa Review, The New York Quarterly, Poetry International, Southern Humanities Review, and elsewhere, and sheâ€™s included in the anthology California Poetry: From the Gold Rush to the Present (Santa Clara University, 2004). Her book The Downstairs Dance Floor (Texas Review Press, 2006) was awarded the Robert Phillips Poetry Chapbook Prize.
My dogs took shelter in their crates. The old bitch crawled under my pillow for comfort. Brain still drumming with diplomatic argument, I dreamed the wide world dining at the White House, a black-tie toast in favor of peace. And then the evening ended, simply, with dessert.
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