October 15-21, 2018: Poetry from Deborah Saltman and Pat Anthony

Deborah Saltman and Pat Anthony

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Deborah Saltman
debsaltman@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

I am a lesbian non- practising physician, a refugee from Australia as my parents were from Europe last century. I am re-emerging poet influenced by one of my mother’s childhood boyfriends – Paul Celan. Now, I am living across the hemispheres and the Atlantic currently enjoying my London landing. I have had 6 poems published in reviewed publications in the last year and after twenty years of scientific writing and I am enjoying my return to my calling.

The following work is Copyright © 2018, and owned by Deborah Saltman. and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


My Autistic Birthday

Many years ago
In an Australian autumn
I invited me to a birthday lunch
Amidst the sticky fingerprints
On the little seats in our classroom
We sat in silence
Listening to the frenzied pupils
Tormenting the duty teacher
In the playground

Lunch will be an impromptu affair
I said
As I raided the pupils’ lunchboxes
Candle in hand

The openings and closings of plastic lids
Fanned an aroma of overripe bananas sandwiches
And lifted a layer of dust
Over the clothes already reeking
Of kiddie urine and sweat

Finally I found what I was looking for
A pink cupcake
It’s your birthday take it

On your extended arm
I could see
Today’s scratches and bites
Peeking out from under a sleeve

Besides the children never eat anything here
Lunches are the pitiful offerings
Of our parents
Given respite
From our chaos
Absolution is mine and mine
Happy birthday

 


Pat Anthony
metpvan@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

Pat Anthony writes from the backroads of Fontana, Kansas, often inspired by soil and those that work it. Using land as lens she mines characters, relationships and herself. A longtime educator recently retired, she holds an MA in Humanities Literature, Cal State, among others, poems daily, edits furiously and scrabbles for honesty no matter the cost. She has work published or forthcoming in Cholla Needles, Heron Tree, Nature Writing, Quail Bell, Third Wednesday, Tipton Poetry Review, The Avocet, The Courtship of Winds, Open Minds Quarterly, Orchard Street Press, Passager, Red Wolf Journal, Snakeskin, Awkward Mermaid and others. Visit Pat on the web here.

The following work is Copyright © 2018, and owned by Pat Anthony and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Under the Creamery Bridge

Wizened leaves float
from brown pin oaks
 
their rough serrations
sharp enough to draw blood
 
dried veins
 
fossilized channels still
beneath my thumb
 
yesterday in the woods I saw
mountains, the peaks of Everest, Denali
 
watched myself flying over the creek
slicing through shale
 
my hands still clutching fistfuls
of summer milkweed
 
tattered parachutes useless
to break this fall.