Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned. – Edna St. Vincent Millay Friend, songwriter, singer, beautiful human
“Congratulations Adrienne, You have been selected to be in the Sixty Four Best Poets of 2018 by the Black Mountain Press and The Halcyone Magazine editorial staff!” I’m so happy about this. Fellow writers will understand that after papering the walls of one’s study with rejection notices, publication is a treat…but to win a competition is, well, something entirely new for me. Profound thanks to Bruce Beasley for the editorial guidance and discerning questions which yielded my three winning poems. The poems in question “Solicitation,” “My Life as a Damascene Sword,” and ”When we Swam Together,” will be published at the end of January.
Ashes, Ashes Paradise is raining ash. Skies fill with blistered amber, lives upon lives swept up, flowing down California’s keening body, headed for the sea. Masked, we cough and grieve— our bodies do not want the weight of lives combusted, our bodies can not hold this reeking burden, charred. Place and its people, forest and its animals. Memories drift in shock. Stumbling. Riven. Here stands apocalypse— Paradise is lost. I wrote this during the Paradise, California fire, aka “The Camp Fire.” It was the deadliest and most destructive wildfire in California history to date. It was also the deadliest wildfire in the United States since the Cloquet fire in 1918,…
Falling Silently I am the owl the mouse the snow the day Slain and slayer white and ruby fierce pride and panicked leap From “Poems, 2018” by Adrienne Asher
I spent a week in the woods at Puget Sound Guitar Workshop, taking a songwriting class from the illimitable Kathy Kallick. After a few writing prompts, I wrote a country song that’s about a woman who keeps walking away from the issues and events in her life: “It’s all because of boot heels on the road…” The chorus goes— Starlight, star bright Her skies are made for stormy weather Starlight, star bright, Her skies are made for rain I’ll post a recording if my sweetie’s ever happy with the music he’s written for it!
Here’s an excerpt from a poem I wrote to two friends as a gift for their wedding.
It rains. Watch closely as they weave and start their pearl-hung mornings. From “The Spiderweb Trilogy” by Adrienne Asher
My poem, “Burning Through Dreams”, has been selected for inclusion in an upcoming issue of The Laurel Review. I’m honored and delighted. The Laurel Review was formed in 1966 at The University of Bridgeport, and is a biannual literary magazine run by GreenTower Press at Northwest Missouri State. Burning Through Dreams Curved around my dreaming I dive deeper. Cities shimmer, war-torn. Your image morphs into a candle flame wavering before me. Streets curve and reform under strange skies. Oceans surge and tower, falling. Lifted by the night’s tsunami, I awake with dreams lying tangled in my hair, the taste of the moon in my mouth. Your memory lies flashing like…
Honored and excited to learn that my poem “The Disappearance of Poems in Rain” was published in the December 11, 2017 edition of Typishly. Many thanks to Jon, founder and editor, for choosing my work for publication. He said “Your poems are unhurried, calming, measured. Like breathing, in and out.” The Disappearance of Poems in Rain I I drew a brief haiku with one wet finger on a windowsill, then rain washed it all away, the drops of water slowly clouding its calligraphy. Ephemeral as the scent of cedar trees, or the spice of woodsmoke drifting through a winter landscape. II We climbed up to the attic, windows dusted with dark…
Jakub Rozalski paints extraordinarily otherworldly scenes. This one caught me so hard that I spent the morning working on a poem about the murder of Santa by Krampus, titled “A Winter Tale.” Snowy field shocked— (The aisle of blood)