Spare Parts M. Amelia Eikli and David Ralph Lewis Thought Library Media, 2018. In visual poetry, there is perhaps more than any other poetic form save the concrete cousin, an emphasis on notation and how the poet invites us to immediately share in the perception and reception of their life and experiences. Here in Spare Parts, Eikli and Lewis have created a symbiotic sequence of twelve poems that deliver us the same experiences, but offer up alternative receptions. Eikili on
The President’s House is empty Corollary. Endured, a whitewash. Literally. A golem’s chance. Not just him, though you have
marked. Resist! Is neither obsolete. We will not fall. An empty chamber, fueled. All strapped.
Collective impulse, impulse, falsehood. Airbrushed, pitch. Convulsed. An east wind, furthers.
Contradicts. This area, distorts. An oval rounds out, shimmers; misshapes. Bends. Such will.
A hundred thousand hopes subject to fail. The Prime Minister’s House is
GLENDO RESERVOIR We put up the tents
in a thicket of pine and cedar
on a ridge overlooking the cove.
The site was secluded and quiet,
but later we drove to the beach,
with its hot sand and crowds.
In the white platinum heat
of a cloudless summer sky,
a feast of tanned, tattooed flesh
jiggled its way down the beach
to the cool sanctuary of the lake.
A stereo blasted stale rock music
among the endless growls of jet skis
that moved between the water and sky,
EL PASO Dust. Earth that was maybe red. A city of pain. A decade ago I lived in El Paso,
and I slept on a partially-deflated air mattress
in a small hot apartment next to my first wife
and her disassociation from me.
I was a young soldier, busy and dutiful.
A baby and a toddler were the glue
that held us weakly together for a time. I’m elsewhere now, healthy, happy, and loved. Those decade-old memories
are sheathed in so many layers of life. I’m brave now,
'A few years from now maybe months maybe weeks, a huge wind will claim back the carefully sculpted scoops of road' p.16 'Nature Reversed' in Digging Holes to Another Continent
Clare Songs Publishing House, May 2018. 27 pages. I first encountered ‘Digging Holes to Another Continent’ last year during the chapbook submissions for our first iddy-bitty step into publishing. It was a wonderful collection and it hurt me to turn it down. I had set forth to only publ