Literary Journal Review: A cappella Zoo Issue 10, Bestiary: the best of the inaugural demi-decade

A cappella Zoo Issue 10: BestiaryA hard copy of the Bestiary for today’s review was provided by the editors at A cappella Zoo.

Grab the A cappella Zoo Bestiary and pull up a chair, but don’t get too comfy. Guest Editor Gina Ochsner keeps her eye on the comfort zone horizon while selecting the best poems and stories for this celebratory tenth issue. Ochsner prefers writing that nudges a reader, as she explains in a 2010 interview with Jeff Baker at The Oregonian,

“I’m not here to make people comfortable, I’m not even writing to make myself comfortable. I make myself really uncomfortable because then I’m hitting on a raw nerve and that’s what it should be all about. The worst thing someone could say about my work is, ‘That was a nice read. I felt so comfortable.’ That would be horrible.”

This same disquiet and vibrancy represent speculative literature (speclit) at its best. Ochsner’s choices for the A cappella Zoo Bestiary accordingly transport readers from the pedestrian path to the Twilight Zone with tight, visceral writing.

Some works in the Bestiary unsettle more than others. From the first sentence, Andrew Mitchell’s story “The Rocket in the Sky” corkscrews with tension of impending and immitigable doom, a lightning flash in the lifetime of Perry Abbot.

Joe Kapitan’s story “War Crumbs,” shows us children who playfully reassemble Uncle Henry, a veteran who literally falls to pieces. As the children periodically hunt Henry’s body parts, we readers puzzle through violent histories, old wounds, half-truths, and meted justice.

“Teaching a Post Lunar World” is a poem by Caitlin Thomson that reads with the clarity and brevity of a nursery rhyme. Don’t be fooled. When the “eldest asks, How could you sleep?” in a moon-and-starlit night, I find myself wondering, How would I ever sleep in a post lunar world?

While you’re looking skyward, flip to Lora Rivera’s story “Calling Rain,” an offering of healing that will crack your heart open like thunder. True to Ochsner’s objective, Rivera gently but unflinchingly introduces us to Tara, a powerful woman, a survivor of violence and sexual abuse, a caller of rain, a sentinel of inner strength.

All speculative literature does not read equally. I find some pieces easy to apprehend on the first read, while others require more work for me to acclimate to their universe.  “The Life Story of a Chilean Sea Blob” by Theodore Carter falls in the category of easy to apprehend, and I was glad to see it reprinted. What can I say? “Sea Blob” pulls on my heartstrings.

Other pieces take a little more mastication. I remembered “The Creature from the Lake” by Hayes Moore like a bit of old dream. On this reading I felt more familiar with my surroundings, less focused on the strangery, and more able to regard the dynamics of the characters.

The real joys of the Bestiary are the unburied treasures: poems and stories I’ve missed from back issues. I’ll just take this chance to say, Thank You, Gina Ochsner, for retrieving so many sparkling jewels like…

… “The Legs Come Off Easily,” a story by Emily J. Lawrence, wherein self-plasticizing young girls pose: “‘The real question is, were you ever real at all?’”

… “Man without a Wishbone,” a poem by Prartho Sereno that muses on “the strange gift of wantlessness / However we come by it.”

… “Take Up the Bonnet Rouge,” a story by Chantel Tattoli that reads like creative nonfiction and affords us the essential levities of garden gnomery.

… “Tale of the Avian Saint,” a poem by William Keener that invokes our senses of responsibility and accountability, and invites us to listen closer and think more carefully.

… “Old Myths,” a story by Collin Blair Grabarek, wherein we witness the Valkyrie descend on an oilrig seeking heroes to defend us in the end times, only to find mere mortals.

… “Kentucky-Fried Christ,” a poem by C. E. Chaffin that offers a kaleidoscope of burning materialism.

… “Brunhilde’s Escape,” flash fiction by Danya Goodman that juxtaposes cityscapes and wildlife, plucks at secret hopes of escape, joy, possibility, and reconnection; I too harbor a not-so-secret delight that Brunhilde the hippo’s “proud and foreboding footsteps are now free to stomp on pasture and road alike.”

Whether you sail the slipstream every day, or just want to dangle your toe in speculative waters, the A cappella Zoo Bestiary will satisfy with a healthy serving of well-written and willfully discomforting speclit.

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Monday Morning Muse

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Read my poem “Overheard” now online in The Monongahela Review Issue 8

Some poems are honed through dozens of drafts, while others tumble out nearly complete within moments. “Overheard” is the latter, written in loving memory of friend, Pennsylvania author, and irreverent genius James Buescher. You can read this poem online in issue 8 of The Monongahela Review.

“Overheard” is composed from bits of wisdom and levity that James shared during our conversations. Its partner piece “Prod” traversed months of rewrites, but is somehow less successful (probably because it lacks the necessary levity).

My gratitude to Editor Luke Bartolomeo and his team for giving my words a home in another issue of The Monongahela Review. Readers: please come lend your attentions to stories and poetry collected in this volunteer-run literary journal.

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Ghost Riders in the Sky, or “The Angel From Hell” by Dan Klennert

"The Angel From Hell," Klennert Ex-Nihilo Ironworks, Human Skeleton on Chopper Motorcycle, Copyright © 2012 Jade Leone Blackwater

"The Angel From Hell," Klennert Ex-Nihilo Ironworks, Human Skeleton on Chopper Motorcycle, Copyright © 2012 Jade Leone Blackwater

"The Angel From Hell," Klennert Ex-Nihilo Ironworks, Sewing Machine Leg, Copyright © 2012 Jade Leone Blackwater

Photos taken at the Ex-Nihilo Sculpture Park featuring “Spirits of Iron” by Dan Klennert. For appropriate soundtrack, see also: The Man in Black.

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Monday Morning Muse

"Spirals," Klennert Ex-Nihilo Ironworks Hobby Horse and Wheel, with Spider Web, Copyright © 2012 Jade Leone Blackwater

Photos taken at the Ex-Nihilo Sculpture Park featuring “Spirits of Iron” by Dan Klennert. Ex-Nihilo (Latin for ‘something created from nothing’) is a worthy stop for every traveler, and is located just outside of Mount Rainier National Park. More images to follow.

 

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One Pumpkin, Four Faces

Jack-o-Lantern Pumpkin Carving, First Face, Copyright © 2012 Jade Leone Blackwater

Jack-o-Lantern Pumpkin Carving, Second Face, Copyright © 2012 Jade Leone Blackwater

Jack-o-Lantern Pumpkin Carving, Third Face, Copyright © 2012 Jade Leone Blackwater

 

Jack-o-Lantern Pumpkin Carving, Fourth Face, Copyright © 2012 Jade Leone Blackwater

Spider Patch Work Ahead, Copyright © 2012 Jade Leone Blackwater

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Read my essay Our First Language: Why Kids Need Poetry now online at Wild River Review

Skagit River Poetry Project, Poet Kurtis Lamkin in the Classroom with StudentsAt 7 billion voices and counting, Spaceship Earth is a noisy place. How can we possibly all hear and be heard above the din? Are we listening?

Join me at Wild River Review to discuss how we learn to communicate and problem solve with “Our First Language: Why Kids Need Poetry.”

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Disabled Vet. Anything Helps. God Bless. Now online at the Lascaux Review 2012 Flash Fiction Contest

As promised, my short story is now online for your reading pleasure. “Disabled Vet. Anything Helps. God Bless.” is submission #12 at the Lascaux Review 2012 Flash Fiction Contest.

 

Writers, Lascaux Flash is a great opportunity to submit your work, share constructive critiques with fellow creatives, and catch a few new readers in real-time. Oh yeah, and Lascaux Review is paying the winner a buck a word – that’s right, $250 USD for a juicy piece of your flash fiction. Sweet. As of this morning there are 12 days remaining to submit your entry.

 

If you’re a reader, I similarly encourage you to explore the Lascaux Flash contest pages this September. Each story is no longer than 250 words, which means you can enjoy a few fresh stories on your lunch breaks (see also: The Clarity of Night short fiction contest archives). Of the submissions I’ve read at Lascaux Flash (about 20 of 60 so far), my personal favorite is entry #13, “When Horses Dream” by Bruce Roush. My goals for my next flash fiction piece: half the words, and real laughter.

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A Mid-Summer Night’s Reading List

Carrot TopsAt the end of the school year, a great English teacher once said, “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t give you a summer reading list?”

So too I echo, what kind of writer would I be if I didn’t kick up a few summertime jewels?

Poetry: “Or Both. We Could Do Both.” by Martin Rock

The poem “Or Both. We Could Do Both.” appears in the Black Warrior Review 38.2 This is the first of Rock’s work that I’ve read, so I’m unsure if this piece is an example of his usual experiments. His poetry takes its time, meandering over a few pages. Segments of the poem are struck through with a line, only to be supplanted by one or more replacement lines:

Sample: "Or Both. We Could Do Both." by Martin Rock

The result is a pleasureful, slidey sort of reading experience, where the mind is free to oscillate between potential imagery and reflexive intentions. It’s fluid, dreamy, and surprisingly satisfying. I say surprisingly because sometimes it can be difficult to take to a poem on first read when the form is so willfully misdirecting. Rather than losing me, Rock’s poem redirects constantly, leads me on like a Choose Your Own Adventure story, and invites me to try again for a different result.

I wonder how Rock prefers to read “Or Both.” aloud? With partners? Shifting voices and positions? Multiple readings? Maybe I’ll get bold, write to him and ask. I plan to experiment. (For all I know, this is an established poetic form and I’m in the dark. Feel free to kindly illuminate me and your three fellow readers at Brainripples.) I think I need to go play with this form, maybe chop up some old discards for a new life.

 

Short Fiction: “Us” by Raymond Philip Asaph

I’m new to Lascaux Review, but that’s because Lascaux is new! Edited by Stephen Parrish and Wendy Russ, Lascaux “provides a showcase for emerging and established writers and artists.” Asaph’s “Us” keeps you moving with clean language and dry wit, and in doing so clears the stage for much bigger topics like American society, mental health, and our heartfelt desire to make a true connection with other people.

Stick around, because Lascaux Review is hosting its first ever short fiction contest which opens this September 8, 2012 at noon Eastern Time. Here’s the 2012 photo prompt:

I’ll be submitting, and I’ll be making time to read (and time permitting, respond to) the other submissions. Whether you’re a writer or a reader, short fiction contests are a fun opportunity to glimpse a sparkly fresh batch of stories among comrades. I like these contests because they usually result in real-time readership and feedback. (I think it’s something about the group creative effort that takes me back to my OM days.)

Long-ass Fiction: Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

Every year I try to make time to read a couple of classics. Thanks to audio ebook downloads available from the Kitsap Regional Library, I am now free to ponder on-demand the chewiest of language whilst I scrub skillets, prep meals, and fold laundry. I’m glad to report that Great Expectations was not what I expected. First off, kudos to Mr. Simon Prebble, because his excellent reading with well-honed and lively character voices makes Great Expectations extra enjoyable. (I’ll also add that if you’re of the insomniac ilk, you might try this reading of Dickens as a bedtime snack. I found it does the trick.)

I was grateful to Dickens for sparing us a total crash and burn ending for the main character. Even with all the character miseries and drive-by morality whompings, I nonetheless savored Dickens’ skilled craft so much that I downloaded and listened to the book a few times more. My favorite takeaways from this story are first in Dickens’ excellent use of food and meals as metaphors for subjects like society, class, health, and relationships. His special skill is a humorous use of irony. As I explained to my mother, I’m not sure that I would have enjoyed Dickens quite so much in my teens as I do today. I had no idea that Dickens would make me laugh so much, and I’m pretty sure most of the jokes that get me now are imparted through his tactful expositions on the ironies of youth. Oh yes that, and the masterful run-on sentence.

 

Book of Poems: Water Witching by Kathleene West

The fun thing about unread books on the shelf, is that they’re always ready when you need them. I picked up Water Witching at an independent bookstore in Cedar City, Utah back in 2010. West’s book has been waiting quietly for me to be quiet enough to read it. The familiar language disarms you; no great expectations, so she can really surprise you. Reading West’s poetry is a little like swimming slowly out on a lake, lulled by comfortable confidence, not realizing how far you’ve strayed from the shore.

I haven’t finished her book yet. Not only am I a slow reader, but I find the most satisfaction in poetry when I read poems one at a time, with long pauses in between for thinking space. Among West’s poems, mundane objects found in the home and garden are tools for revealing the invisible and mystical. Try these lines from her introductory poem, “Pining Away as an Erotic Activity:”

Nothing on hand, but a jar
of relish, to whet and unsatisfy
my hungering tongue. Weak and empty,
I watch visions like late movies,
turning to the restricted channels.
How perfectly I can tune you.

A good poet can tantalize and teach in the same breath. Her piece “Celebrating Disaster, The Sinking of Hood Canal Bridge, February 13, 1979″ reads a bit like someone’s private journal pages, with personal asides and hearsay woven through the memory. One of my favorite kinds of literature to collect when I travel are the self-published journals from the elders of yore, newly rediscovered by modern descendents. Here’s a great one from my neck of the woods: Tales of Hood Canal, by Ethel M. Dalby, edited by Valerie Johnson.

And speaking of poets who teach, I feel like this poem cannot be shared enough, so here it is again: Sonia Sanchez, “Peace.” Listen, then speak.

I’ll have some new work to share in September/October. Until then, please feel drop me a note in the comments, share what you’re reading or writing.

Carrot Clouds

 

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