Archive for October, 2017

The latest issue of The Apple Valley Review opens with “Nova,” a poem by Grant Clauser. “This car’s still good, / I tell the mechanic. / Please do what you can.” A lyrical poem, relying on the narrator’s nostalgia to draw us in. It stays grounded in observed detail all the way through: “snowflakes filled every / space in my vision.” The greatest power comes in the last lines, as the storyteller reflects how the old car figured in his romance, two characters trying to keep a necessary object running.

“Sunken Town,” by P. Ivan Young, is a long, complex poem, about a community lost under water when the dam on Lake Murray was built in 1930 (according to a note to the poem). “when water builds behind the dam / and the last chimney tops slip / beneath the surface like mythical beasts…” There’s a wonderful sense of language here, of images revisited, of people imagined. The narrator scuba dives to the lake, looks through the old houses, reflects on who may have lived there. “A woman lies back in a tub… There are fish, bright colored fish / she knows don’t belong.” The last sentence of each stanza is repeated, or reworked, somehow revisited in the first line of each next stanza, and this gives a sweep and movement to the tale, a sense of how we are all connected to what was lost, long ago. A very satisfying poem.

“In Lisbon,” a poem by Milla van der Have, stanza after stanza explains what we encounter there: “They keen for ships, I suppose / that are always docked beyond.” and “The houses have souls… that peer into the street…” and “Things fall apart. It’s simple…the sea loses its wine-dark despondency /
in the arms of the river.” With each new facet explored, the city becomes deeper and more interesting. But Ms. van der Have explores further than simple images, building her poem on myth, and the divine, as well: ” the gods are assembled in a garden… They don’t care for fate anymore.” What an intriguing line. And she ties it all together with a fun metaphor in the last line.

Finally, let me mention “What We Learned / At Boy Scout / Summer Camp, Southern Utah, 1982” by Floyd Cheung. The title is almost as long as the poem, but the spare power of the words in the work made me want to go back and meditate on this poem. It’s fun more than portentous, but there is an underlying eeriness that gives it depth. And the last couple lines are perfect.

Since The Apple Valley Review is an on-line magazine, you can look over the poems yourself, here. Enjoy!

Peace in poetry,

P M F Johnson

My eBook of poems, Against The Night, a sweet, rueful look at love in a long marriage, is available on Amazon, and at other fine e-retailers.

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Rattle Magazine – Fall 17

Blue Collar Review – Spring 17

The New Yorker – Aug 21 17


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