Wave And Metronome, a chapbook of poems published by Pudding House

 Wave And Metronome

This was the third chapbook of poems that I was fortunate enough to have published by the late Jennifer Bosveld at Pudding House, founded and based formerly in Columbus, Ohio. 

The book is long out of print, published initially in the 2000's. Here below is the Acknowledgments page, and a sample from the collection. 

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

 

“Thaw At Lake Quinsigamond” appeared in Vox Poetica.

“We Listened To The Baghdad Five-Day” appeared in Rive Gauche.

“Stylishly Exacting Executions Done Of Olden Times In Collaboration With Ye Of Faith”, “Color, Dolor, Urbane”, “Among Branches”, and “Emerald Moves Along The Blackstone” appeared in Sahara.

 “Of Grouse And Crow And Wild Turkey” appeared in Mothwing Arts.

 “Authentic” appeared in Interpoezia.

 “Rattling Into Compromise” appeared in Rockhurst Review.

“Mulcahey’s Pub Under The Merit Sigh”, and “What I Knows Best Is The Kenmore Dinah At 3:30 A.M.”, appeared in Street Sighns: An Anthology.

“In Praise Of Boston Aunts” appeared in Ibbetson Street Press.

“Sea Dog On A Backyard Bender” appeared in I-70 Review.

 “Average Leo, The River, And A Doughnut” appeared in PoetsUSA.

 “Rumors Of Blues” appeared in the Providence Journal.

 “Dink Pascuali Answers All Concerns Regarding The Rat Race Question” appeared in The Issue.

 

Here is a sample poem from the collection

Stylishly Exacting Executions Done Of Olden Times In Collaboration With Ye Of Faith

                                                          

10^th Ave. rooftop Chelsea, Manhattan, 9/25/01

 

 

one gull

cataleptic and suspicious

wheels away to spear a puzzled mackerel

near the surface

                         *

knitting shadows linked become waves hissing

             dazed in the rain a gardener turns dried beetles in black loam

                         ants drag a spider across a thorn

                         *

our eyes keep the boat silent

            we allow each other

                        a fingertip of width

and when we get too close

            our eyes gauge

                        the line

                        where spontaneity

                                    meets lassitude

                         *

nowhere in America has Sister Helena found excess piety

she uses the feet of Christ to explain

this modern curse, this lack of moral conscience

manipulative when drive to extremes

always there like a leper by the door

the children listen and hug her legs in the schoolyard