The American Poetry Review – September/October 2020
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“Dear Whomever—what beauty, you AMERICAN were something else I misunderstood; a half-life come crashing through the night. A medium is a ghost ship that makes it from port to port or it sinks but you can package information in any media still it gets taken in how the sun just does, filtered spasms of ions and turns out green; the holes in POETRY REVIEW me let life in or out in other ways.” — PEEBLES, p. 15 SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER 2020 VOL. 49/NO. 5 $5 US/$7 CA KEITH S. WILSON EXPLODING HAIKU & OTHER POEMS PATTIE McCARTHY intertidal ordinary— ALSO RALPH ANGEL BENJAMIN GARCIA NIKKI WALLSCHLAEGER PLUS: NEW POEMS FROM CAMILLE T. DUNGY 2 THE AMERICAN POETRY REVIEW The American Poetry Review (issn 0360-3709) is published bimonthly by World Poetry, Inc., a non-profi t corporation, and Old City Publishing, Inc. Edi torial offi ces: 1906 Rittenhouse Square, Philadelphia, PA 19103-5735. Subscription rates: U.S.: 3 years, $78.00; 2 years, $56.00; 1 year, $32.00. Foreign rates: 3 years, $129.00; 2 years, $92.00; 1 year, $49.00. Single copy, $5.00. Special classroom adoption rate per year per student: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER 2020 VOL. 49/NO. 5 $14.00. Free teacher’s subscription with classroom adoption. Subscription mail should be addressed to T he American IN THIS ISSUE Poetry Review, c/o Old City Publishing, 628 N. 2nd Street, Philadelphia, PA 19123-3002. www.aprweb.org. KEITH S. WILSON 4 Exploding Haiku & Other Poems JENNIFER FRANKLIN 7 Biopsy Pantoum & Memento Mori: Editor Pistachios Elizabeth Scanlon PATTIE MCCARTHY 8 intertidal ordinary— Business Manager CAMILLE T. DUNGY 10 Caralog & Other Poems Mike Duff y BENJAMIN GARCIA 12 The Language in Question [defying gravity] & The Language in Question Editorial Assistant [When I called you] Thalia Geiger VIRGINIA KONCHAN 13 Anyone Will Tell You: The Truth, But Slant General Counsel APR Books Dennis J. Brennan, Esq. CATE PEEBLES 15 Night Sea & Other Poems Contributing Editors NOMI STONE 16 “When You Swim, Make Your Whole Body Like a Lung,” Says My Wife Rose Christopher Buckley, Deborah Burnham, on Our Honeymoon & Other Poems George Economou, Jan Freeman, Leonard NIKKI WALLSCHLAEGER 18 Black Woman on a Plane, 21st Century Gontarek, Everett Hoagland, Steven Kleinman, & Other Poems Teresa Leo, Kate Northrop, Marjorie Perloff , RALPH ANGEL 20 at some point my translations Ethel Rackin, Natania Rosenfeld, Michael & Other Poems Ryan, Jack Sheehan, Peter Siegenthaler, Lauren JOSEPH GUNHO JANG 22 Plywood Rile Smith, Valerie Trueblood, Joe Wenderoth TAO TAO 22 Walmart Founder JEFFREY GRAY 23 Engagement, Again: American Poetry Stephen Berg Then and Now (1934–2014) COREY VAN LANDINGHAM 27 Reader, I [remember the midnights] & Reader, I [write (perhaps . )] Co-founder BOB HICOK 28 Gobble: a song of climate change & Sidney H. Berg Genufl ection: a song of climate change (1909–1973) BRITTANY CAVALLARO 29 Luxury Tax & You & Your Destiny STEPHEN S. MILLS 30 In Life My Husband Helps Put a Periodical postage paid, Philadelphia, PA, and at additional Woman Back Together Again & In Life offi ces. Postmaster: Please send address changes to The We Dance at a Gay Bar Named After American Poetry Review, 1906 Rittenhouse Square, a Dead First Lady Philadelphia, PA 19103-5735. ANISA GEORGE 31 Garland Nationwide distribution: TNG, 1955 Lake Park Dr. SE, Suite 400, SAFIA ELHILLO 31 The Animal Smyrna, GA 30080, (770) 863-9000. Me dia Solutions, 9632 Two Rolls & History Says (Hegemon Madison Blvd., Madison, AL 35758, (800) 476-5872. Printed HE XIANG 32 in U.S.A. Remix) VERNITA HALL 34 Singularity & Winter Melon Soup Advertising correspondence should be addressed to The American Poetry Review, 1906 Rittenhouse Square, ASKOLD MELNYCZUK 35 “Where Poetry Comes From”: Philadelphia, PA 19103-5735. The Phenomenon of Oksana Zabuzhko Vol. 49, No. 5. Copyright © 2020 by World Poetry, Inc. and ALAN MICHAEL PARKER 37 The Trees of Kraków & Breakfast Old City Publishing, Inc. a member of the Old City Publishing ALICIA MOUNTAIN 38 Entreaty Now & Rewinding the Lesbian Group. All rights, including translation into other languages, Sex Scene on a Flight from Denver are reserved by the publishers in the United States, Great Brit- JOY PRIEST 40 A Personal History of Breathing ain, Mexico, Canada, and all countries participating in the Universal Copy right Conventions, the International Copy- right Convention, and the Pan American Convention. Noth- BOARD OF DIRECTORS ing in this publication may be reproduced without permission Jonathan Katz, Chair Jen Oliver Ava Seave of the publisher. Margot Berg Elizabeth Scanlon Nicole Steinberg Eileen Neff All previously published issues of APR from the fi rst in 1972 to 2013 are accessible online through JSTOR—www.jstor.org. BOARD OF ADVISORS Linda Lee Alter Rayna Block Goldfarb Judith Newman The American Poetry Review receives state arts funding support Natalie Bauman Werner Gundersheimer Carol Parssinen through a grant from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, a Richard Boyle Lynne Honickman S. Mary Scullion, R.S.M. state agency funded by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. Marianne E. Brown William Kistler Peter Straub This magazine is assisted by a grant from The Die trich Paul Cummins Edward T. Lewis Rose Styron Helen W. Drutt English Foundation. The columns in APR are forums for their authors, who write Ann Beattie Carolyn Forché Joyce Carol Oates with out editorial interference. Robert Coles Edward Hirsch Cynthia Ozick Rita Dove Emily Mann Frederick Seidel The Editors are grateful for the opportunity to consider un solicited manuscripts. Please enclose a stamped, self- addressed envelope with your manuscript or submit online at www.aprweb.org. ANNUAL PRIZES Subscription blank: p. 21 THE STANLEY KUNITZ MEMORIAL PRIZE: A prize of $1,000 and publication of the winning Index of Advertisers: p. 14 poem in The American Poetry Review, awarded to a poet under 40 years of age in honor of the late Stanley Kunitz’s dedication to mentoring poets. THE APR/HONICKMAN FIRST BOOK PRIZE: In partnership with The Honickman Foundation, an annual prize for a fi rst book of poetry, with an award of $3,000, an introduction by the judge, publication of the book, and distribution by Copper Canyon Press through Consortium. SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER 2020 3 FIVE POEMS KEITH S. WILSON Melting Pot mom removed her makeup and made three dinners my father played dominoes i fell apart in public once. after the diner. she ate hers last just as we fi nished online, and if you’re wondering our anniversary. our plates and glasses. she is absent from photos at his skill, know that dad is black the waiter didn’t notice, or pretended. (a note: daguerreotype was blurry and slow, and only getting older. he’d become a celebrity the food was fi ne and to stop their children who might die in the leader boards, and then change from the vagaries of victorian life, victorian his name. dozens of times, over and over mothers would hold their shoulders to keep them he used the names of everyone he knew—no one when it comes to a woman undone, still for the whole of the long exposure. wants to face a demigod. the story of america any number of suns might erupt. or none she would wear a black veil, blurred out is a black body reinventing itself of the photos or positioned behind a chair until it runs out of names. as if she wasn’t there. they are called hidden my father’s father was a cop. mothers). once i snapped at her and she started brain cancer took him. to cry and even my quiet felt powerful that’s the story of justice in america. in a way that made me want to cry myself, dominoes is less a game of chance than honor. as if both our silences were my own. their faces are black and white my tongue half a boy and made from dice just like me with a man’s shadow and mine. eventually dad’s name always betrayed him. they’d know the odds. to save time, he began to play as random words. he’d dash a career, from amateur to pro in the course of days. he ran out lives as quickly as patience. to some men, this is labor; inheritance ruins bones (american homes). some words sound feminine to strangers. my father, totally silent as he played, was the cypher of a man, and in these times they were silent back. until he was a sweet fl avor or a tree. then my father was a bitch 4 THE AMERICAN POETRY REVIEW Ode to the Police may your feet and hands be soft. may the pads of your fingers be like aloe vera kleenex and your chest fill the land with the strong and dependable comfort of medicated balm. may your hair glitter like the targets of stars and your sirens resound like children for their fathers. may we see you coming a mile away. may you taste the common taste of milk the way we taste the common taste of milk and your heart become extreme—large as a softball at the zipper of the ribs and therefore let it be enough. let it be so big you cannot breathe for all your other feeling Still Life with Fruit Flies, Boiling Water, and Sink either you die ruffly in the sky or in the ground, a dangle— jangle?—from telephone lines all of us aloofly like rhymes in the throat of history naïfly they say there are ways to marry continents but all of them involve waiting tables the blackened fruit of elbows gruffly scrubbing steps memorial after memorial day drowning you know is chiefly a function of power over time & what’s so great about constellations sitting stiffly that you cannot learn better from the listless paths of free lightning bugs being open as a palm ready to strike out fly if you consider it is a most tremendous name— Transcendental Function: I Hear My Father’s Voice, Anesthetized i god n e e in the quiet i am able to hear you d t o l e t water y o u babbling to someone g I believe o opiate SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER 2020 5 Exploding Haiku 2021 december awards (what fi lls a lion can never fi ll a dog) i am undone.