New Issue of 2RV Welcomes Winter

winter_woodland.jpgHere in St. Louis, the home of 2River, the season doesn’t seem much like winter. Still it’s a time of new poems by Hannah Bessinger, Randolph Bridgeman, Robert Clinton, Lenny DellaRocca, Clark Holtzman, Michael Meyerhofer, Karen June Olson, Corey Smith, Ellen Stone, Scott H. Urban, and Rachel Weber.

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Winter Brings New Issue of 2RV

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Next week on the first day of winter, keep warm with a hot issue of The 2River View, with new poems by Hannah Bessinger, Randolph Bridgeman, Robert Clinton, Lenny DellaRocca, Clark Holtzman, Michael Meyerhofer, Karen June Olson, Corey Smith, Ellen Stone, Scott H. Urban, and Rachel Weber. To spark the stove, here’s a poem from the issue.

Ellen Stone

Snow: the letting go

Today the snow is wandering,
over the backyard gate, fleeting.
Forgetting intention, losing purpose.
Aimless as school out in June.

This is the secret of adolescence.
Hodgepodge, it fills space like snow.
When you leave it, you forget.
But, here and now, it’s called drifting,

a blizzard of momentary. A “What are you doing
right now?” Each thought gathering,
joining onto the next. How snow caves form.
Aren’t they the best insulation?

The igloo of my daughter’s mind. What room
I can find her in, the place she calls
Hers/not/mine. I always thought the bricks
were made of mud, or clay. Not river current,

able to freeze over, but always flowing underneath.
O, no wonder I am always looking
out windows measuring snow. Wanting the covering
but, not remembering. How temporary, how replete.

Ellen Stone teaches at Community High School in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Her poems have appeared recently in Dunes Review, Gravel Mag, Passages North, and elsewhere. The Solid Living World won the 2013 Michigan Writers Cooperative Press chapbook contest.
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Violation by David Faldet (The 2River View) | Minotaur’s Spotlight

Just came across this review of a poem that appeared a couple of years ago in The 2River View. It’s cool that David Faldet’s poems is favorably compared to a poem by Carolyn Forche: “[Her] line stays with me even as I read Faldet’s depiction of history, in all its shame and pain, in its meager recompenses and inhumanity.

Source: Violation by David Faldet (The 2River View) | Minotaur’s Spotlight

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Happy End of the Year!

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Friendship by Kimberly Becker

Kimberly Becker made this video to accompany an essay on friendship that she wrote for her Composition I class at St. Louis Community College–Meramec. In the middle of the video her friend takes a running start and flies off the porch!

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Fall Brings a New Issue of 2RV

From 2River, on this night of the super moon, comes the Fall issue of The 2River View, with new poems by Robert Nazarene, Allison Bromage, Mario Duarte, Christien Gholson, Mark Jackley, John Leo, Rita Maria Martinez, Erin Toungate, Meaghan Quinn, Betsy Tighe, and Richard Weaver.

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Postcard painting by Franz Marc

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With the Super Moon Comes the Fall Issue of 2RV

Look this coming Sunday of the super moon for the Fall issue of The 2River View, with new poems by Robert Nazarene, Alison D. Moncrief Bromage, Mario Duarte, Christien Gholson, Mark Jackley, John Leo, Rita Maria Martinez, Erin Pringle-Toungate, Meaghan Quinn, Betsy Fogelman Tighe, and Richard Weaver.

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Postcard painting by Franz Marc

Meanwhile, like pages swirling down like an autumn leaves, here fall two poems from the issue.

Mark Jackley

Twenty Years after She Dies, Your Mom Invites my Daughter to Go Sledding with your Kids

Her voice brassy as ever.
The phone is black,
its cord

curled the way they were.
Night falls
in my dream—

a snowy hill, one moment
bright in time
or someplace

else where laughter
sometimes
bursts in little flames.

Where Did our Love Go?

Diana Ross, I know.

It slipped out of that house she rented up on Chicken Mountain,
padded in bare feet
to the moonlit gap between
the porch and barn and stopped
to wiggle toes
in clover,
and maybe for the first time,
breathed.

Mark Jackley has poems in Fifth Wednesday, Sugar House Review, Tampa Review, Talking River, and other journals. His recent chapbook is Appalachian Night. Jackley lives in Sterling, Virginia.
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