Thursday, November 29, 2012


"The Difficulty of Holding Time"--Michael Bazzett
"Faith"--Carol Louise Munn
"The Language of Storms"--Victoria Anderson
"Men in the Mine"--Grace Cavalieri
"The Seer"--Brandon Whiting
"What Came Back"--Suzanne Frank

Michael Bazzett and Grace Cavalieri are repeat contributors to 10x3 plus.  This is the second time I have nominated Michael Bazzett for the Pushcart Prize.

Good luck to all of the above poets.  You can check out their poetry in the #7 issue of 10x3 plus.

Sunday, November 27, 2011


"Taming Texas"--Jefferson Carter
"American Ingenuity"--Jefferson Carter
"Other"--Mary Crow
"My Son, My Undertaker"--John Kay
"Confetti"--Robert King
"Dear Key Largo:"--Alexandra van de Kamp

Good luck to the above contenders.  You can read more of their poetry in the December issue of 10x3 plus.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

JOHN KAY -----------> continued success

I wish I had the budget that Bellevue Literary Review must have. Enough dollars to pay for staff to edit and publish a 250 page 10th Anniversary issue. Quality poetry abounds: some favorites of mine are poems by Rafael Campo, David Wagoner, Cornelius Eady, and Claire Kageyama-Ramakrishnan. The review also includes fiction and non-fiction.

John Kay has two poems in the current issue: "Almost Dark" and "Echo's End." John continues down his brave and uneasy path--both esoteric and universal. I'm tempted to copy "Almost Dark" completely here, but that wouldn't be fair to BLR--maybe John will let me share it on this blog a few months from now.

In the meantime, you can read John's poems in BLR and also in the #6 issue of 10x3 plus.

Check out information below on ordering John Kay's full-length poetry collection, PHANTOM OF THE APPLE.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

from "Paradise Lightning Dazzle" - Gregory Orr

One step beyond
what world is that?

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Ferns: A Study - Michael Gessner

From his pose in the garden
Just as his voice became
My own, Froebel stepped into the evening

Of my dream for his uncommon love
Of the young and with his notes
At the close of another century
Collected from an elemental source
Of children, my children of the forest
And the perpetual lily pond mad for the end,
Playing and sometimes translucent
Against the sun endowed with beauty
Which has become commonplace
And for beauty's tension they never cease
From the pursuit of themselves
As though they inhabit this place
Only to breed themselves to death by error.

As forests were once ferns
And ferns infant in the dumb morning
Existing of notions
Which were also geometries
Copious among us

As they were always among us
Even in the dreams of the twelfth-century girls
Dreaming at the edge of the forest
In anticipation of the unimagined season,

The caress and the still life
Of ferns
On seacoasts and on the white porches
Of summer homes
Or hung from the platforms of wooden depots,
How they bowed along the boulevards
Welcoming victors to the city,
And atop cool Corinthian planters
In the lobbies of grand hotels
There were ferns
In the background of photographs,
Pharmacies and funeral parlors,
And in the corridors of museums
Positioned carefully below milky skylights
That are sealed and permit no entry,

But most in a memory of children
There were ferns
Copious, still and sometimes swaying
In the settings of their stories,
In the stories of their sleep.

First published in Pacific Review
Collected in SURFACES (March Street Press)

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize

Beginner's Mind Publishing has made its first nomination for the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize. The Academy of American Poets oversees the award annually for a poetry collection by a living U.S. poet.

It was a pleasure to nominate PHANTOM OF THE APPLE by John Kay, Beginner's Mind Publishing, 2010.

The following poem from PHANTOM OF THE APPLE first appeared in 5 AM:

Who's Who of the Dead

I see that I made it into the
Who's Who of the Dead

and there's a picture of me,
wide-eyed, looking stern, as if

I have a serious beef with life,
on page 727 of the fifth volume.

I'm the first of my family, and
I didn't get in because I knew

somebody. I jumped the fence
and ran like hell from one yard

to another, and the doctors
could never catch me.

Good luck to John Kay and Beginner's Mind Publishing.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Easter Sunday, 2011

Reading the "Daily Prayer of Father Parfeny of Kiev" on Martin Turner's Weblog, I realized I don't think of prayer as between self and God. I found myself editing "Grant me that purity of spirit...which makes us worthy of Thy Love" to Grant me that purity of spirit...which makes us worthy of Love." Without the Thees and Thous, the prayer seemed to evolve into a generalized prayer of being, focused on Good.