stephen edgar

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Able Muse Pushcart Prize 2010 Nominations

I'm pleased to announce that the following four poems,  one story, and one essay have been nominated for Pushcart Prize 2010 by Able Muse.

Poetry:

Able Muse's Best of the Net nominations, 2010

I'm pleased to announce that the following six poems and two stories nominated for Best of the Net, 2010 by Able Muse.

Poetry:

Cinematic History

Cinematic History

With leer to camera, flourishing his cape,
And twirling fingers at his waxed moustache,
The villain pauses, and then makes his dash
Towards the damsel with her mouth agape.

The screen blacks out a moment for suspense
And in the gap the words “She screams” replace
The awful action. Then that gaping face.
But the only screams are from the audience.

Song of Itself

Song of Itself

Shades gather high against the moulded ceiling
And stain the edges of the picture frames
That room by room and down the house-long halls,
From which the summer day is stealing,
Appropriate the walls
With bits of elsewhere verified by names.

The Music of What Happens

The Music of What Happens

It is to this all art aspires,
They say,
When those twin helices, the double gyres
Of form and content turn as one instead,
Until whatever sense they may
Be said to have, though sensed, cannot be said.

And isn’t that what happens here
From day
To day, this fashioning they engineer
Of time through time: the way the air arranges
The sky or makes the treetops sway,
Or washing wrestles with its shadow changes;

The Chorus

The Chorus

That green expanse
Is swaying long and lush beside the creek,
And there his ball’s forgotten as the child,
Unable not to shriek,
Chases the phantoms of the wind that dance
Among the stems and seedheads and runs wild.
And wind-shaped figures seem to turn
Among those willow shadows with concern.

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