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The Year God Developed Cataracts

The clouds erupted—slate gray, charcoal. Almost black. Winds shredded sky, water cut skin, so Turner knew he had no choice. He chartered a ship and tied himself to the creaking mast.

Eventually even Monet changed his paints, the world first yellow-casted, then blue, then a miraculous red. Thus, strangely real. As vision itself is too much too soon too fast too full too bright too loud too hot too close—like fainting, but before you black out.

DEBORAH BOGEN

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Ma Yongbo: Poetry attempts to speak the unspeakable

A Conversation with the American Poet Deborah Bogen ~~~~ Ma Yongbo: In what aspects are you an American poet?  Deborah Bogen: I went to college in turbulent times in America. It was 1968. We were occupied with ending the Vietnam War and promoting racial justice. Coincidentally the Beat poetry generation was in full-swing. Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, Gregory Corso and Robert Bly were poetry…

Ma Yongbo: Poetry attempts to speak the unspeakable

[violettesiren]

The trees have studied modern dance. Isadora lives among them in the length of their limbs, the elegance of their geometry. It's getting late and we have come to depend upon such things—the flat Necco moon and the emptiness of space to hold us.

Something deep beckons in this heavy month when pumpkins are abandoned in the field, and walnuts lay shrouded in dark wet leaves. What's left undone is near now, we buy our peace with clinking coins. And next year wisdom, we say. Next year.

Oh weren't we all once the May Queen's darlings? The ribbons of heaven fell all around us. Ah, then we believed in everything. Then everything believed in us.

November by Deborah Bogen

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Ma Yongbo: Swimmer in the Ocean

On a painting by Deborah Bogen . Swimmer in OceanThe swimmer moves through a snowbank that never stops melting,that keeps meltingyet never quite disappears.She swims in the melting snowbankall the way to the sea, where the snowbank still lingers.A brown cloud drifts over this ocean.Inside it someone refuses to vanish.Someone keeps swimming. Dreaming of her own slow melting.~~~~ Poem copyright…

Ma Yongbo: Swimmer in the Ocean

[covertrook]

Christians or no-Christians the messiah isn't coming.

Deborah Bogen

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Contributor Update: Deborah Bogen

Contributor Update: Deborah Bogen

We are glad to announce that past contributor Deborah Bogen has recently released a collection of poems titled In Case of Sudden Free Fall. The collection has already received recognition from poet and actress Hélène Cardona, who called Deborah’s writing “a delicious gem” worth revisiting. Purchase a copy of In Case of Sudden Free Fall from Jacar Press here.

To read four poems by Deborah in Issue…

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Deborah Bogen: This Poet’s Occasional Alternative

Deborah Bogen: This Poet’s Occasional Alternative

after the great Grace Paley to mark these dark and dangerous times

  I was going to write a poem

I made a call instead it took

about the same amount of time

of course the call was a done

deal but like a poem had some

distance to go, through telephone

wires & memo pads to politicians

amidst much crumpled paper

  the call already had a talking

mumbling audience among adolescent

aides and maybe even…

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Deborah Bogen: Learning to Eavesdrop

Deborah Bogen: Learning to Eavesdrop

The Summer I Took The Special Art Class

I began to understand — the moon could be aspirin, or Necco, or clock or porcelain plate in the sky. The moon could be a bottle cap or a petri dish. It could hide in a camera lens or in my mother’s wedding ring. Once it turned into a shiny dime.

The day they sent us home, I was changed. As changed as the day the doctor said astigmatism. This happened in…

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