Poetry Salzburg Review #18

 

Recently Received: Meligalas’ sad sack version of Hermes Trismegistus delivered the latest issue of Poetry Salzburg Review yesterday afternoon. I’m pleased to see poet and translator friend Mario Domínguez Parra’s poems gracing this fine poetry magazine a few pages away from those of yours truly—now that is a pleasant coincidence!

Hands Down

I swear it’s no contest—

No matter how difficult

A dish my wife sets out to prepare,

In the end I find it delicious that

Each has that impalpable finishing

Touch that tastes like nothing

So much as her winning grace.

Definitely Not Lemmings #30

A hearty welcome to DNL #30--the indefatigable poet, sculptor and all-around artist par excellence Ed Baker--thanks, Ed!

Where There's a Will, Poet

You want to leave

A legacy. What better way

Than to stay

Ineluctable, keeping

The inheritors away.

The Four Seasons in Brief

Four poems in search of a motive!

Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Mores of Humans

All

This talk of humanism is just

So much humbug;

I can’t speak for the others,

But isn’t being human just

One more excuse for living

Like an animal?

Moderator’s comments: I think all this is clever Huuklyeandish subterfuge; in reality, an outlandish allusion to various seminal anthropological studies, Malinowski’s The Sexual Life of Savages the most likely referent. 

Advent of Winter

white

barbed

wire

neck-

lace

hanging


throat-

less

song:


bird.



Photo taken some years ago during a rare snowstorm that hit the area and stayed for about a week; poem written round about the same time.

With daylight temperatures in Southern Greece hovering in the middle 20s (that's centigrade, of course) for the last month or so, it makes one long for the days when winter was definitely not for the birds.