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The God of Importance
by Philip Memmer

That book you loved—the heavy one

listing your human words

and what they mean—

it’s still where you left it

all those years ago:

on the crowded bottom shelf,

three books from the left, in the parlor

by your rented summer room.

Since then

it’s not been opened…it’s not

been touched, except

by the housekeeper, dusting—

the same housekeeper you knew

so many summers back,

years older now, yes, but

her step still quiet, her voice

still like a bell.

She still thinks of you—expects,

sometimes, to see you sitting there

with that book open

to a page of words,

the paper so thin she wonders

which weighs more, the page

or the words themselves…

The words, she decides, remembering

the book you wrote there,

her favorite,

now on her shelf at home—two copies,

in fact…the way, sometimes,

the faithful

keep extra scriptures on hand

to lend at need…

*

I know: it sounds absurd. But

why not, just this once, admit

you might have mattered?

Or if not you, really,

then at least your work…and if not

your work itself, then the fact

that she worked—

hard—and by so doing

became a part of something

she didn’t expect,

something only you

and your goddamn humility

can now take away?

She dusts. She remembers you,

just for a moment,

then gets on with the day.

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 20, Issue 4.

Philip MemmerPhilip Memmer is the author of four books of poems, most recently The Storehouses of the Snow (Lost Horse Press, 2012). His work has appeared in such journals as Poetry, Poetry Northwest, and Poetry London, and in several anthologies, including 180 More: Extraordinary Poems for Every Day. His newest book of poems, Pantheon, will be published by Lost Horse Press in early 2019.

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Sappho Collaborations:
But I To You
by Eileen Moeller

FRAGMENT #40

In the dream you asked me for love,
but I, to you, of a white goat sang instead

How she climbed the rocks
and couldn’t get down,
how her bleating called the wolf out,
gave him a hunger,
her scent sliding lightly
toward him on the air

Tell me this doesn’t scare you,
as you put the ripest fruit
in these two glasses,
and I will pour wine over it,
pour it for reverie,
and forgetting
about what lurks
in the shadows

Give me a moment
Then ask me one more time

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 20, Issue 4.

Eileen MoellerEileen Moeller lives in Philadelphia. She has an M.A. in Creative Writing from Syracuse University. Her book Firefly, Brightly Burningwas published in 2015 by Grayson Books. A chapbook titled, The Girls In Their Iron Shoeswas published in 2016 by Finishing Line Press.

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Incantation for Akimbo
by Jen Karetnick

For awry

For aslope

For askew

For shaped into a crook

For throwing an awkward elbow

For the handles of jugs

and impertinent teapots

For sharp-pointed

For bow-bent

For the etymology of battle

(in common use)

From Old Norse to Middle English

as applied to spear, spike,

dagger, goad, hook, anchor,

axe, knife, sword—

Let us assign such a context

to the weed of a kitten

seeded in a car engine

After the flowering of pistons

and spark plugs

After the pluck of crankshaft

Not a wound

but a weapon

Not an amputation

but an argument

A stiffened extension

of spine canted at an angle

also meaning bold

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 20, Issue 4.

Jen KaretnickJen Karetnick is the author of seven poetry collections, including The Treasures That Prevail (Whitepoint Press, September 2016).She is co-editor of SWWIM Every Day. Find her on Twitter @Kavetchnik. More at jkaretnick.com.

 

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