Showing posts with label Plume. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Plume. Show all posts
Sunday, March 04, 2018
Friday, February 23, 2018
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Thursday, November 10, 2016
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Mad Feathered Tree - A Poetry Reading March 31
MadHat
Press, White Pine Press and Plume Poetry Journal invite you to join us
for Mad Feathered Tree: A Poetry Reading at the Library Bar, downtown
Los Angeles, Thursday, March 31.
Thursday, February 04, 2016
February issue of Plume now up!
The February issue of Plume is now live at www.plumepoetry.com
With poetry by Gail Mazur, Kelli Russell Agodon, Alan Shapiro, Carrie Etter, Carol Frost, Barbara Hamby, Devin Johnston, Thomas Lux, Christopher Shipman, Ron Smith, Geoffrey Young, Hélène Cardona translates work by José Manuel Cardona, Adam Tavel reviews Greta Stoddart’s ALIVE ALIVE O. Featured: Emmanuel Moses translated by Marilyn Hacker.
With poetry by Gail Mazur, Kelli Russell Agodon, Alan Shapiro, Carrie Etter, Carol Frost, Barbara Hamby, Devin Johnston, Thomas Lux, Christopher Shipman, Ron Smith, Geoffrey Young, Hélène Cardona translates work by José Manuel Cardona, Adam Tavel reviews Greta Stoddart’s ALIVE ALIVE O. Featured: Emmanuel Moses translated by Marilyn Hacker.
Tuesday, January 05, 2016
Text of my poems in Plume
Two Poems |
Larissa Shmailo
I glance and
a boson blinks
into view.
A strong force
beckons
even as
a weak force
radios decay.
The gravity
of the situation
the magnetism
I observe and
my attention
turns particles into power
tracks into trails
whims into waves.
A fragment from The Llatease of Homey, from a recently discovered Mycenaean text.
. . . Cythera of the white and widening arse who stalked
strong Lactid on the Bluvian Isles; ah, strong-latted Lactid,
of the swaying sword whose droop in battle was legend
from the Bluvias to the Effluvias to the damp and puddly
Lluvias; a legend, god-written, and of Elera smitten (to whit,
her Attic tits), clad of Hephaestus’s mittens.
Ah, Bluvias, where the gold and green and pink and silver
and ivory and indigo and carmine and slightly beige-ish-off-
mauve-ish fishes fall to the net and the bent, spent trident
of Poseidon, who, green-maned, sea-stained, and a tad
weight-gained, also wore Hephaestus’s mittens as he
made love to Cythera, who looked a bit like Elera,
except fatter in the arse.
Unlike Myrcon the Dorkan, unmittened and unbitten,
on the shores of Elephantinople, where the nasty biting
ponies play in spent, bent Poseiden’s spray . . .
(Here the fragment of The Ilatease ends.)
Monday, January 04, 2016
Two poems in Plume
My
poems, "Your Probability Amplitude" and "A fragment from the Ilatease
of Homey, from a recently discovered Mycenaean text," appear in the
January 2016 issue of Plume http://plumepoetry.com/2015/12/two-poems-larissa-shmailo/
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
New work
Pleased to have work forthcoming in FULCRUM, Plume, St. Petersburg Review, The Common, and Measure for Measure, the new Random House anthology of metrical verse.
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