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Other notable work by Debbi Brody.

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Gianina Opris-

Picture # 36

I like me in this picture.

I’m sitting on my bed with a light purple camisole on.

My breasts show a little.

My long arms are hanging touching the bed from the back.

They help me support my body. I’m looking directly to my undone bed.

My soft hair covers my face, the ends are curly.

In this picture I am barely awake, I had just gotten up.

I think I am looking for something but I can’t see it.

My legs are bent and my lower bottom rests on top of them.

It’s dark but there is a light that illuminates me. That’s all.

The rest is beautiful silence.

This photograph makes the world smaller for me. It’s my den.

That wall in back of me is a covered galaxy. I call it “planet wall.”

But it really isn’t. It’s just a collection of colors and ideas . . .

three thousand ideas that keep changing.

Dali wrote on the back this photograph: pic,36 the nature of your life is enough.

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No one can break this


He is not alone

Joseph in Egypt

The old woman

Everything

As I grow older

The science of music

The expression moves my mind

In dreams

There is singing

From the jungles of Peru

This is me

The deep sea

there is an eye

on this page

the chickens need

nothing else

the green tea

grows paler

a book a pen

an oblivious

It’s true

there is a shadow of

a person in a circle

a drunk white dot

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Cosmos Creation

[from universe to body to feeling]


I came from some part of the universe

Where the water was green-blue

My eyes were moons

I walked and I followed things

My body was a jelly fish never white

still quiet.

In those days I learned to talk to silence.

I was water flesh and air. My body remembers everything I am.

It’s almost as if I never grew.

I keep a few secrets because most of me shows.

I tell people “I’m a baby bird ― a chick”

And I’m always certain that I’ve told this before.

I hate to say “It’s ok It’s ok” ― when IT’S NOT OK.

I don’t hate chairs pens papers

Computers children dogs

Not even the gray hairs I grow.

I hate some of my sister’s words

After my divorce.

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For Allison


She reads a poem about children and their mother

Stops drops a glass of water

Calls herself clumsy smiles at the audience

Keeps reading in sweet fear

She is Medicine Woman

Has six children four adopted

No husband her flesh is full and cleansed

She writes becomes one voice

She reads

How the children’s mother dies

Asking questions asking

do my kids have enough peanut butter?

She is a strong mountain

Nervously twisting her tennis shoes

at the podium

Tasting words with her feet.

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My name is Monkey


And this is a half-truth

My mother told me my name is Red

She leaned in to kiss me, but we did not connect: too many kitchen tiles away

Tricolor, I said. Tri-co-lor

You tap my forehead while I’m sleeping

Who is this?

And you in the window is not you

Clap your hands. [clap, clap]

Overnight flights are cheaper

Bravo!

They are turning her into a handshake and a hotline voice

What is the subject?

I think it has to do with touch

He’s confused; why?

You can rest on the bed if you’d like

Stop. Don’t come too close. Just listen

I hear water; a waterfall, perhaps.

Are you there, mother? I said my name is Monkey

Your style was always more brittle

I know by heart

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Gianina Opris is the author of three chapbooks of poetry, including Moon is Always Moon (Green Fuse Press). Her most recent project is a musical recording entitled Lagrimas. Awards received: selected for 2004 international poetry exhibition, NW Cultural Council, Barrington, IL. Gianina holds a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing from Naropa University and teaches Language Arts in the Denver Public Schools. Her latest works have appeared in Bombay Gin, Blaze Vox, & Cyclamens and Swords Publishing. Gianina has taught wor kshops and presented her poetics/multi-media productions in Colorado, New Mexico, Cuernavaca (México) and Mancora, (Perú). “Gia” is a native of Lima, Perú who lives in Denver.

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Debbi Brody-

At the Indian School

Memorable and strange occurrences
of students gone by, beaten
language burned off tongues,
hearts broken windows,
war rages in times of peace.

Cerrillos Road spread out
in Native souls’ howling
for mystery, like a walk
through Hiroshima,
beings float over head,
moan like whale song.

Time never runs out, no limit
to pain, to undoing. Only
a hammer and irresponsibility.
We look for whatever wiggles
then bring in its opposite.

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China Connection

Some things never change.

Ten clear skin, shining black hair women invited to dinner. Guests
of twenty  balding, bad teeth dark suited unknown men.
Good for business says their failing restauranteur friend.

The men speak a home town idiom, half disappear,
other half divide the woman between them, expect
something in return for a seventy-nine dollar dinner.

Chen Ting owns a couture bridal store on Half Moon
Street. One of a kind Asian inspired wedding designs.
The shop is decorated like a gold eternal bliss moment.

Movie stars buy ten-thousand dollar gowns, two-
thousand dollar veils. To Chen Ting’s Chinese
born friends, she is an unwed  commodity,

no place to call home. She measures, chalks, cuts,
stitches each piece, irons every segment three times.
Two machines in the back room where she sleeps.

Homeless woman, supporting her clan in China,
white taffeta on one machine,
on the other, ivory brocade.

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Eight Ways In

I            Dante

Walk deep inside your pain, swim in it, wash in it,
gargle it. Step out of it, let wind dry your body,
leave salt to irritate, rub off your dead skin.
At night your perspiration allows the right
amount to dissolve and soak back in.

II        Saints

The crazy man and the saint see Eagle swim with Fish,
Fish fly with Eagle. The insane and enlightened
watch auroras expand and contract around distant planets.
The mad and the martyr are pulled by gravity,
hear God’s voice from barbed wire and bushes,
meet God on mountaintops and when they sleep.

III        Matzo

A poem is like Matzo, we want to share the shape of the world,
of a solitude. We knead water and flour, it rests, catches
yeast from  air. Let it lay, create gaseous space.
There is never time enough before we must stamp
it down, hard fists, bring it raw to the harsh sun.
It dries brittle and flat.

IV        Pilgrim

The pilgrim tastes dirt, rips her garment, starves her body,
chants her prayers. When she stumbles, she is embraced
by arms she does not feel, held by one she does not know.
The one she seeks.

V        Spin

We spin the gold and silver infinitesimal thread, pulled up
from earth, an unending root, wrap it around ourselves,
a mobius built breathing cocoon. A pod, a buffer
as we twirl our way in and out of the infinite.

VI        Truth

What did I tell you about eagles, fish, wind, abandon, water,
salt, bread, God? None of it is true. Only the split moment
my breath combines with yours-enlightenment.

VII        Anger

Paint chipped from an adobe wall, like anger
shows the troweled, well nursed mud beneath.
Dissolution, unspun irritant emanates from an
exposed space, fills the room. A concussion,
a contusion shaped like two hands praying.

VIII        Rumi

I want to write like Rumi. No, I want to be Rumi,
drink from his cup, twirl on his feet, hear the reeds
speak. Commune with ghosts and owls. Stumble
home in the rain, soaked in God.

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Longing for the Full May Moon

Wander out on cactus flecked mesa
like all broken hearts before,
stare up at heaven, beg
the Moon Goddess Celine to send
a charm to calm and cool a rare
and brutish spirit.

Mother Crescent abandons us again,
will not visit this dry and tender whore.
She organizes spring meadows,
drops hawks, stars, radishes and lizards
throughout her cosmos in quiet secret
ceremony. She breaths pearls into oceans,
corn into earth and bridges into cities.
She floods empty vessels with wine
and presses dreams inside wolves.

Stay near the door, await
her honeyed garments.

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Debbi Brody conducts poetry workshops and readings at festivals and other venues through out the Southwest to writers aged twelve through eighty-five. She  publishes frequently in regional and national literary journals. Her work has appeared in the Santa Fe Literary Review, Broomweed Journal, Poetica, Sin Fronteras and many others magazines and books of note including numerous  anthologies. Her latest book, Portraits in Poetry, (Village Books Press, Oklahoma,  2006), as well as her chapbook, FreeForm are available through artqueen58@aol.com. Debbi lives in Santa Fe where she has co-owned Canyon Road Contemporary Art, Inc. with her husband Bob since 1994.

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Masthead

Editor, Lisa Zaran

ISSN: 1095-732x

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2007

January - Roger Humes
February - Jimmy Santiago Baca
March - Graham Burchell
April - Ruth Daigon
May - Anne Fraser
June - Corey Mesler
July - Scott Malby
August - James Keane
September - Maurice Oliver
October - Robert Pinsky
November - Louis Daniel Brodsky
December - Bill Duvall

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2008

January - Kelley White
February - L. Ward Abel
March - Maura Stanton
April - Dr. Charles Frederickson
May - Peter Magliocco
June - Penny Harter
July - Gary Beck
August - Jéanpaul Ferro
September - Fish and Shushan
October - Kenneth Gurney
November - John Gallaher
December - Carmen Alexandra

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2009

January - Karen Rigby
February - A.D. Winans
March - Donald Illich
April - Stephen Ferreira
May - Tracee Coleman
June - Ernest Williamson
July - Sally Van Doren
August - Nanette Rayman Rivera
September - Gianina Opris
October - Judson Mitcham
November - Joel Solonche
December - Peycho Kanev

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2010

January - Louis Gallo
February - Buxton Wells
March - Labi Siffre
April - Regina Green
May - Howard Good
June - Carol Lynn Grellas
July - William Doreski
August - Sari Krosinsky
September - Ben Nardolilli
October - James Piatt
November - Robert Lietz
December - John Grey

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2011

January - Robert Philbin
February - iolanda scripca
March - Tad Richards
April - Katie Kopin
May - Jacob Newberry
June - George Moore
July - Rae Spencer
August - Jim Richards
September - Antonia Clark
October - Tannen Dell
November - Christina Matthews
December - Charles Clifford Brooks III

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2012

January - Anniversary Issue
February - Jim Davis
March - Ivy Page
April - Maurice Oliver
May - Lori Desrosiers
June - Ray Sharp
July - Nathan Prince
August - Robert Klein Engler
September - Jenn Monroe
October - John Grey
November - Andrea Potos
December - Christina M. Rau

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2013

January - Maria Luisa Arroyo
February - Journal on haitus

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2014

April - Rebirth
May - Timothy Walsh
June - Brian Fanelli
July - Carol Smallwood
August - Elizabeth P. Glixman
September - Sally Van Doren
October - Sherry O'Keefe
November - Robert McDonald
December - Gerry McFarland

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2015

January - James Keane
February - Liza Hyatt
March - Joseph Reich
April - Charles Thielman
May - Norbert Krapf
June - Lynne Knight
July - Sarah Brown Weitzman
August - Tom Montag
September - Susan Palmer
October - Holly Day
November - A.J. Huffman
December - Tom Pescatore

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2016

January - Richard Perin
February - Linne Ebbrecht
March - Sheri Vandermolen
April - Molly Cappiello
May - Caleb Coy
June - Paul Lubenkov
July - Domenic Scopa
August - Adam Phillips
September - Timothy Gager
October - Bruce Lader
November - Holly Day
December - Al Rocheleau

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2017

January - Robert Lietz
February - Jocelyn Heaney
March - David Brinkman
April - Lana Bella
May - Kaitlyn O'Malley
June - Ruth Kessler
July - Chanel Brenner
August - Darren Demaree
September - George Moore
October - Joshua Medsker
November - Ralph Monday
December - Howie Good

Confirmed Featured Poets – 2018

January - Simon Perchik

Artwork

Image of bird by contemporary artist, Courtney Smith
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