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My poem “The Opernplatz” has been chosen as an honorable mention winner in the 22nd Annual Anna Davidson Rosenberg Awards for Poems on the Jewish Experience. I will post a link to the PDF of all the winning poems when it is posted. There will be an awards ceremony and public reading of the 2008-2009 winners of the Anne Davidson Rosenberg Awards. The event is free and open to the public. Contact the JCCSF Box Office at 415-292-1233 to make reservations.
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©Shawn Nacona Stroud
*This photo was previously published in the January 2009 issue of Word Catalyst Magazine.
(For Mary Jones)
When the sonic boom rattles her
windows- she’s forgotten
about Atlantis landing at Kennedy,
how it explodes through the atmosphere
with the boom-boom sound of bomb strikes.
She bolts out of bed;
dawn spotlights her pruned face,
hair bristles of sun-bleached straw- faded
like moonlight in morning’s glow.
Her ears hear Hitler’s ravens
buzz over London again:
bomb thunder, smoke, screams
have invaded her dreams.
She leaves her bedroom
the girl she once was, grabs
a doll that’s her pillow
and runs for the bomb shelters
with the other survivors in Orlando.
©Shawn Nacona Stroud
*This poem was previously published in the January 2009 issue of Word Catalyst Magazine.
*Atlantis landing at Kennedy Space Center
3 of my poems are up in the January Issue of Word Catalyst Magazine along with a selection of my photography. Word Catalyst Magazine is a monthly publication that is currently seeking submissions. Follow the links below:
http://www.wordcatalystmagazine.com/
http://www.wordcatalystmagazine.com/pages91/Stroudptry91.html
http://www.wordcatalystmagazine.com/pages91/Stroudphoto91.html
*Click on the image twice to make it large enough to read clearly.
Like water, night cascades
washing daylight away.
My window is a canvas—
a sunset by Monet.
Caked viridian hills
embrace the crimson sky
as brush-worked willows reflect
in the river each sigh.
Slack shadows tar the land
paving on what’s in sight—
in swirls of purple and blue
buds the burgeoning night.
The prismatic twilight
displayed one hour ago,
displaced by Ursa Major
conceives a dark Van Gogh.
♦ Published in the Summer 2007 issue of the Mississippi Crow Magazine.
*The Van Gogh night painting with Ursa Major in the night sky is called “Starry Night over the Rhône”
* The Monet suset in the poem is posted above, the paiting is titled “Sunset”
The night sky is scratch art,
a trillion glinting specks
stylus sketched
on a black plane,
carbon copied into rippling water.
I manipulate grains of sand
with my toes. The dark blusters
with sonance. A chorus
of horny frogs blare
over squeals of cicadas,
drowning the cricket’s frail rings.
A warm Florida breeze gentles my face,
Spanish moss sways as the moon jumps
in a flicker of yellow
back and forth in the lake.
Behind me the house is dark,
concealing its conked-out contents,
eluded in a Sominex sleep—
they cannot discern what they lack,
I’ve shed them like a skin
discarded at my back.
I disown mortality—
that flesh cocoon has ensnared me
ten years too long and it knows it, it’s ready
to give as I step onto the tide-slapped pier
and fishy-air taints my nostrils.
Brittle boards stretch out before me—
a plank that destiny blades my back to walk,
stupid pirate, I creak those slats willingly.
As I step forward a heron bursts
into the sky from the water,
white feathers spread
wide like an angel’s.
If only such beauty could change me.
♦This poem was published in The Poetry Worm 40.
* Daytime view of Lake Harney, Orlando, FL
Jennifer
© Jennifer Stroud Wirth
By: Shawn Nacona Stroud
Shawn Nacona Stroud
© Shawn Nacona Stroud
Shawn Nacona Stroud
© Shawn Nacona Stroud
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