Friday, June 25, 2021

Praise-Chants published in The Banyan Review & Cholla Needles

 

Five chthonic praise-chants

from the manuscript

Tidal Flats

have been recently published in

Issue 6 (Modern Bestiary Issue) of

The Banyan Review

 

Cover art: Sailing the Salton Sea by Vanessa Compton

You can read them

here.  

 

There is also a video.

 

More on the praise-chants

(how they came about)

can be found on a previous blog

(here)

when several of the chants were published

by Mudlark back in January.

 

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Meanwhile, several more praise-chants were recently published by

Cholla Needles

(in early June, 2021, Issue 54)

with amazing cover art for the issue

by Yvonne Ontiveros

 


You can purchase a copy here:

https://amzn.to/3iaGtg7

 

Here’s one previous published in Cholla Needles 48:



Red-Black Hollyhock Chthonic Praise-Chant

 

This is the red in black black in red

Where earth meets underworld inside the eye

Bridge between left and right hemispheres

Between the magpie’s left eye and the wasp birthed out

            of the bleached deer skull

Between tantalizing bat wings and the sweet-rot smell

            of datura

 

This is the red in black black in red

Shaking when too many bodies crowd close or figures

            appear in the dark

Shadows of walking apple trees

Apple cores give birth to predators with phosphorescent

            organ-balls dangling in front of a black mouth

            whispering the name of the river that cries beneath

            the earth

 

This is the red in black black in red

Feeble fingers that barely made it to the surface during

            the summer sink back

Retreat is the color beneath the color of pain

Blind sockets stare deep into the crows woven out of nettle

            leaves and stems that line the wall right before dawn

 

This is the flower that remembers the sea of stones near the

            asphodel field

Keeps repeating what the under-wind culled from those stones

Flower that murdered the unmarked grave

Opened a black-red mouth channel to the underworld where

            the dead gather around a radio listening to random

            words that pass over the flower

 

This is the black in red red in the black

The body that steps from the apple trunk from the stone pile

            from the blue streetlight from a book tossed in the

            compost heap

The body that watches the drifting cigarette smoke of a woman

            grieving her dead child

Of her partner watching her mute unable to speak

 

This is the black in red red in black

Announcement of winter in mid-summer

Rain-stick shower of long-dead gourd-purple ants across

            the back of my neck across the upper shoulders

What else did I expect when leaning too close to the door

            where after begins

The eye the finger the lips that are no longer lips

Mirror of my death

 

 


 

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

The No One Poems: standard paperback edition available

 

Another plug for

The No One Poems

 


The standard paperback edition and the limited edition

(different cover, beautifully bound) are both now available

at Thirty West Publishing.

 


Poet Lissa Kiernan,

author of Two Faint Lines in the Violet

& Glass Needles & Goose Quills

(a section of which can be found on this blog here)

wrote a review of the chapbook on her blog

and you can find it here.

 

 

 

To celebrate the fifth anniversary 

of Leaping Clear, the editors are posting art, 

poetry, essays, music, from past issues 

on their site, showcasing a different artist each week.  

This week they are showcasing some No One poems. 

You can find them here.

 

 

No One

 

Some other good things said about the chap:

 

The No One Poems offers a window into how all things are connected across space and time; the view from Christien Gholson’s window is disturbingly clear, and the view stretches beyond every horizon. Gholson’s metaphysical craft rewards readers in ways that linger long after his poems leave their lips. Gholson works where the fabric between worlds is thin and translucent; his vivid imagery, and distinctly New Mexican voice, work in tandem to tenderly and unflinchingly shine the light of darkness into all our hearts.

 

                                                                      Sky Island Journal

 

 

 

Christien Gholson’s The No One Poems offers a language alive with all the senses, including the mind and the heart. These poems leave nothing out, embracing each moment and each being they encounter: A dying pinyon tree, hare shit, meteor showers, Li Po, a coyote fence, men behind podiums at a press conference, the dead, hummingbird moths. Reading these meditations on the mysteries being everything while being no one, you may find yourself moved to “…send love out to everyone…” 

                                              Carolyn Dille, Editor, Leaping Clear

 

 You can find No One 

and The No One Poems 

here.

 


No One