Strength by Shannon Moses

To sate your thirst for the upcoming Fall 2015 issue of The 2River View, here’s a short video essay by Shannon Moses, a student last Spring semester in Dr. Richard Long’s Composition II class at STLCC–Meramec.

Strength by Shannon Moses

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Bare Minimum by Saul Hernandez

A prose poem and videoed by Saul Hernandez for Dr. Richard Long’s Poetry Writing class (Spring 2015) at St. Louis Community College–Meramec

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Summer Comes Early to 2River

Dunes-Late Evening

Follow the summer sun over to 2River and sit in the shade with new poems by Fang Bu, Anna E. Childs, Lenny DellaRocca, Maria Elting, Marcia Hurlow, William Knudsen, George Moore, Taylor Rickett, Mary Ellen Shaughan, and Corey Smith.

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A 2River Summer “So Lustfully Near”


The temp’s building fast to the release of the 19.4 (Summer 2015) issue of 2RV. To up the heat, here’s a poem from the mag by Maria Elting.

Stems (a revelation of suicide considered)

I should like to keep the flowers fresh by the windowside
I should like to dry and press them free from the brittle grief of wilting, you below,
So, do not, just yet, go.
A week, a month, next Fall, fifty Falls from now but
a plot and stone grow no green that is more becoming
than the pink Spring of your cheeks this morning, in bed,
me beside
fifty Falls will come, come rushing, come quick
they will come to you so—do not so quickly run from me, while the flowers are fresh
and your dear soft skin going rosen and gold,
announcing a summer so lustfully near.

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Summer 2RV a Week Away


Visit 2River late next week for the 19.4 (Summer 2015) issue of 2RV, with new poems by Fang Bu, Anna E. Childs, Lenny DellaRocca, Maria Elting, Marcia Hurlow, William Knudsen, George Moore, Taylor Ricket, and Mary Ellen Shaughan. Meanwhile, enjoy this poem from the upcoming issue.

Corey Smith

Quantum Immortality

You will survive me
You will hide my memory
In yours, scenery and family
Vacations. On a sad, lonesome,
Whiskey night, you will, in hushed
Tones, whisper my insecurities
To friends whose warm arms will
Calm you. This and your horizontal
Pillow ebb seclusion until the day,

My Baby Pie, when you join the collective
Cosmos and we meander eternity
I’ll receive you and once the last person we knew
Speaks our names for the last time, we’ll
Vaporize along with our era

As we coma together. They’ll never know
Of the winter walk we took tonight in the garden
As the snow fell among the silent trees

SEE ALSO Schrodinger’s Cat (1935), Parallel Universes (1956), Quantum Resurrection (100 Trillion)
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“Lying in a Hammock…” By James Wright

April came, is nearly gone. School bells ring and out tumble May flowers and lazy summer days on bicycles. As such what better way to end National Poetry Month than with this poem by James Wright.

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.

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“The Invention of Heaven” by Dean Young

On this penultimate day of National Poetry Month here’s a poem about moving to the other side by Dean Young.

The Invention of Heaven

The mind becomes a field of snow
but then the snow melts and dandelions
blink on and you can walk through them,
your trousers plastered with dew.
They’re all waiting for you but first
here’s a booth where you can win

a peacock feather for bursting a balloon,
a man in huge stripes shouting about
a boy who is half swan, the biggest
pig in the world. Then you will pass
tractors pulling other tractors,
trees snagged with bright wrappers

and then you will come to a river
and then you will wash your face.

from First Course in Turbulence (University of Pittsburgh Press, 1999)

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