Dreamers' Songs: Nancy Bevilaqua's Poems

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New Poem in the New Issue of Up the Staircase Quarterly

Editor April Michelle Bratten got in touch with me late last night to let me know that my poem “Thanksgiving (1997)” is now up in Up the Staircase Quarterly‘s gorgeous new issue.

All of the poems in the issue are accompanied by visual works; for my poem Shell Myers’ perfect “Her Compassionate Hand” was chosen. I love it.

To make things even better, I’d just heard a few minutes earlier that my son Alessandro had just won Honorable Mention for a piece of music he composed in the first composition competition he’s ever entered (http://www.musefriends.org/ycc2016). If you read the poem, you’ll understand why it seemed like such perfect synchronicity to have the two events happen on the same night.

http://www.upthestaircase.org/nancy-bevilaqua.html

My Kurt Cobain Poem on Atticus Review

A few weeks ago the wonderful literary journal Atticus Review published one of my favorite (if I may say that) of my own poems. Needless to say (and yet I’ll say it), I was thrilled.

http://atticusreview.org/one-of-several-dreams-and-the-requisite-dream-poem-about-kurt-cobain/

New Facebook Page

I’ll be posting poems and links to poems (my own and others’), as well as updates on my various books, on my new Facebook page from now on. If you’d like to follow me (without–pardon me–the B.S. “I’ll follow/like your blog if you follow/like mine–even if we never actually read anything on the blogs” interactions), please go to:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nancy-BevilaquaDreamers-Songs-Poetry-Page/315038911981818

Thank you!

Blues

It’s when you don’t think–
in the hands of the One.
The church of everything–
it’s in the blues.

An Interview With…Me

Poet “eLPy” just posted her interview with me on her website, Little Face Publications.  She asked some really great, insightful questions that were useful to me because they made me really give some serious thought to my poetry and how I work, my books, the way I’m raising my son, my relationship with my late father, and more!  She’s also got interviews of other poets, book reviews, and her own work on the site–it’s worth a visit!

Here’s the link:

http://littlefacepublications.com/2014/05/interview-poetauthor-nancy-bevilaqua/

Night and Morning Voice (Music)

Night and Morning Voice (Music)

I am music
outside your time
the time outside
not even eternal.

Just me,
and the petals now.

 

(For audio version please see next post.)

Man at a Window (text)

Man at a Window

…from here

let’s get these bastard

bottles cleared like

that a cigarette a match

playground’s full of brats already

candied voices carry up

through leaves through heat but such

is hell the season doesn’t change I spent

the night between the window

and the shade saw the sky fill up

and fade the sunrise

steaming from the dust of dawn…

…a splendid song rasps

from the kitchen all night

radio drifted from station

to station food that never got to where

it might have done some good

dries on plates ashtrays overfull

bottles rolling on the floor the motel

on the Merritt can’t compare last time

she found me this way there not quite

in fact like this not so sober not

so cool not the sense of purpose I have

now she came because I called can’t

fault her there won’t call again

I saw her wish

she saw my body shrivel down in lime before

I took another breath another hit

a splendid song Lester Young

or someone

goes on too long sax

makes passing reference to piano

piano staggers sadly underneath I know

this one used to know it

let’s lean out and have a better look…

…toward Harlem there’s a haze the greens

and reds of stoplights snake along the park

a cake of ether clouds a false door

through which snows come raging

pigeons panning paradise

limitless…

…a holiday out there and this

is how I honor it spraying my demands in quiet

reeking breaths into a maze of brick

no one’s called in weeks God damn

the windshield flashes from the street

eyes of cattle turn to me I never thought

I’d be a man who

never thought

I’ve never seen a silence stronger than that sky.

(Hear the audio version of the poem in the post below.)

 

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