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Welcome to the ninth annual Delmarva Review, a literary journal publishing exceptional poetry, short fiction, and creative nonfiction, in print and digital editions.
As a journal, our focus is on the voice and literary qualities of authors’ work to tell their stories. We do not preselect a theme. Often, we are impressed by the courage or clarity of a writer to reveal skillfully a personal feeling or truth that will resonate with readers and be remembered. In the following pages, contributing writers probe a number of topics: love, loss, aging, addiction, physical and mental illness, personal identity, relationships, and, of course, death.
The cover photograph, “Significant Other,” by George Merrill, is suggestive of human relationships, depicted by two weathered picket gateposts (in Oxford, Maryland) with expressive “eyes,” bound together by a simple tether. The image invites one’s imagination.
In recognition of William Shakespeare's 400th birthday, we are featuring the work of Shakespearean actor and poet James Keegan, from Milton, Delaware, in this issue. His essay explores how the veteran actor draws human qualities from his Shakespearean roles on stage to build contemporary characters in his poetry. Mythological undertones surface throughout much of the writing in this edition.
Volume 9 contains the poetry and prose of thirty-six authors from 11 states. We encourage the work of authors in the greater Chesapeake region, and we welcome all writers, regardless of residence. The writing in this edition includes: forty-seven poems, eight short stories, and 10 essays and memoirs. We also review five recent books by regional authors.
True to our namesake (the Delmarva Peninsula), we have printed a special section in this issue listing 114 current books published by authors from the Chesapeake region. Covering most genres, the list provides an excellent view of the diversity of creative work by regional authors.
During nine years, The Delmarva Review has published new literary prose and poetry from over 250 talented writers in twenty-eight states, the District of Columbia, and nine other countries. This has resulted in authors receiving over forty Pushcart Prize nominations, as well as notable mentions in Best American Essays and other publications.
Our editors, writers, and readers are appreciative of partial funding from a Talbot County Arts Council grant, with revenues provided by the Maryland State Arts Council, and from individual tax-deductible contributions.
It is my pleasure to work with 12 volunteers as editors, readers, and advisors to publish The Delmarva Review. We are passionate about the review’s contribution to the literary arts and the importance of literacy to our culture.
Delmarva Review
Founded in 2008, Delmarva Review is a literary journal dedicated to the discovery and publication of compelling new fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction from emerging and established writers. Submissions from all writers are welcomed, regardless of residence. We publish annually, at a minimum, and promote various literary and educational events, to inspire readers and writers who pursue excellence in the literary arts.Delmarva Review is published by the Delmarva Review Literary Fund, supporting the literary arts across the tristate region of the Delmarva Peninsula, including portions of Maryland, Delaware, and Virginia. Publication is supported by a grant from the Talbot County Arts Council, with revenues provided by the Maryland State Arts Council, as well as private contributions and sales.
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Table of Contents
The Delmarva Review
Copyright
Preface
Poetry
Len Krisak
TIBERIUS
ALLEGORY
μοι ἔννεπε, μοῦσα
VICTOR HUGO: SONNET
FRENCH TEXT:
THE POWER OF THE WIND
Devon Miller-Duggan
BIRD, BIRD
CANON IN D FOR STEVE HELMING
Michelle Brooks
OBITUARY FOR A NEON ANGEL
SMART, VERY SMART
ARSON
STOCK FOOTAGE
David Salner
SUMMONED AT FIRST LIGHT
DRY-DOCK MUSIC: BALTIMORE
QUESTIONS FROM THE GALÉRIA FRAN DAUREL
Helen Wickes
AFTER THE ANCIENT MARINER IS GONE
SURVIVING SUMMER
Jed Myers
THE WORM OR NOT
TWO LIGHTS
DROWNED MAN BLUES
Daniel Ford
GRIEF
SEMBLANCES
COMPATIBILITY
USAGES
INTRUSIONS
Mary Louise Kiernan Hagerdon
WALTZ OF THE FLOWERS
NO ACT OF CONTRITION
AGLOW
INDEPENDENCE DAY 1976
STICK WITH THE FEELING
Peter Leight
THE WANDERER IS LATE
PUPPET EQUALITY
TORTOISE
DOWN THE HOLE
Suzanne Parker
PAINTING SUITE #5, WITHOUT WORDS 7, 9, AND 12
CARDIOVERSION
Sharon Scholl
LAST WORDS
TERMINAL
ASH
Jeffrey Alfier
THE COLLECTIVE, 1950
SHARKEY COUNTY AUGUST
FIESTA CRUISE DAY, SAN PEDRO HARBOR
SONORAN VALLEY REDEMPTION
ESSAY AND POEMS BY JAMES KEEGAN
THE ACTOR AS POET
TROUBLING AGAIN OVER OVID’S STORY OF ACTAEON
GENERAL CASSIO COMES TO CYPRUS
MACBETH AT THE LZ, WAITING FOR EVAC
AUTUMN MORNING
Nonfiction
Laura Bernstein-Machlay
TO THREE SUBURBAN MOMS TOO FRIGHTENED TO DRIVE THEIR GIRLS TO MY DETROIT NEIGHBORHOOD
Catherine Simpson
SERGEI
Vanya Erickson
ONE GOOD THING
Michele Whitney
MY DISEASED HOPE
Jonah Smith-Bartlett
THE TALE OF AN EPILEPTIC
Tom Larsen
STICKMAN
Michael Gutierrez
THE BONE BAG
Desirée Magney
WHITE SHOULDERS
Virginia Hartman
TWO WORLDS
Fiction
Cécile Barlier
IMMERSION
Dorothy M. Place
ALEX BROFTON FINDS THE TRANQUIL SPOT
Barbara Esstman
MOVING EXPENSES
Solveig Eggerz
SAVED
Beth Sherman
THE GRAEAE
Sherri H. Hoffman
THE AUDREY HEPBURN
John Scott Dewey
ONE LAST MARCH UP HALLS HILL
John Benner
AFTERLIFE DOT COM
Book Reviews
THE BOWL WITH GOLD SEAMS
By Ellen Prentiss Campbell
A TASTE OF SALT
By Harold O. Wilson
ANATOMIES
By Susan McCarty
MY FATHER IS AN ANGRY STORM CLOUD
By Melissa Reddish
JFK’s FORGOTTEN CRISIS: TIBET, THE CIA, AND THE SINO-INDIAN WAR
by Bruce Reidel
New Books by Regional Authors
PUBLISHED IN 2015
PUBLISHED IN 2016
Contributors
In Memoriam
Our Partners
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Copyright
VOLUME 9
Wilson Wyatt, Jr. - Executive Editor
Bill Gourgey - Managing Editor
Emily Rich - Editorial Advisor
Anne Colwell - Poetry Editor
Wendy Ingersoll Perry - Poetry Reader
Harold O. Wilson - Fiction Co-Editor
Melissa Reddish - Fiction Co-Editor
Cheril Thomas - Fiction Reader
George Merrill - Nonfiction Co-Editor
Cheryl Somers Aubin - Nonfiction Co-Editor
Gerald F. Sweeney - Book Section Editor
Denise Clemons - Grants and Contributions
Jodie Littleton - Copyeditor
Charlene Marcum - Proofreading
Cover Photograph: Significant Other
by George Merrill
The Delmarva Review is published annually in print and digital editions by the Eastern Shore Writers Association, a nonprofit organization supporting writers and the literary arts across the Delmarva Peninsula (including portions of Delaware, Maryland, and Virginia). Additional support is provided by sales, tax-deductible contributions, and a grant from the Talbot County Arts Council, with revenues provided by the Maryland State Arts Council. The content of each issue is determined solely by the editorial board.
The Review welcomes new prose and poetry submissions from all writers, regardless of residence. Editors consider only those manuscripts submitted electronically during specific submission periods. The dates and guidelines are posted on the website www.delmarvareview.com.
General correspondence can be sent to:
The Delmarva Review
P.O. Box 547
Secretary, MD 21664
E-mail: editor@delmarvareview.com
Copyright 2016 by the Eastern Shore Writers Association
www.easternshorewriters.org
Library of Congress Control Number 2008215789
Paperback ISBN: 978-1-5377517-7-1
Preface
Welcome to the ninth annual Delmarva Review, a literary journal publishing exceptional poetry, short fiction, and creative nonfiction, in print and digital editions.
As a journal, our focus is on the voice and literary qualities of authors’ work to tell their stories. We do not preselect a theme. Often, we are impressed by the courage or clarity of a writer to reveal skillfully a personal feeling or truth that will resonate with readers and be remembered. In the following pages, contributing writers probe a number of topics, including love, loss, aging, addiction, physical and mental illness, personal identity, relationships, and, of course, death.
The cover photograph, Significant Other,
by George Merrill, is suggestive of human relationships, depicted by two weathered picket gateposts (in Oxford, Maryland) with expressive eyes,
bound together by a simple tether. The image invites one’s imagination.
In recognition of William Shakespeare's 400th birthday, we are featuring the work of Shakespearean actor and poet James Keegan, from Milton, Delaware, in this issue. His essay explores how the veteran actor draws human qualities from his Shakespearean roles on stage to build contemporary characters in his poetry. Mythological undertones surface throughout much of the writing in this edition.
Volume 9 contains the poetry and prose of thirty-six authors from 11 states. We encourage the work of authors in the greater Chesapeake region, and we welcome all writers, regardless of residence. The writing in this edition includes: forty-seven poems, eight short stories, and 10 essays and memoirs. We also review five recent books by regional authors.
True to our namesake (the Delmarva Peninsula), we have printed a special section in this issue listing 114 current books published by authors from the Chesapeake region. Covering most genres, the list provides an excellent view of the diversity of creative work by regional authors.
During nine years, The Delmarva Review has published new literary prose and poetry from over 250 talented writers in twenty-eight states, the District of Columbia, and nine other countries. This has resulted in authors receiving over forty Pushcart Prize nominations, as well as notable mentions in Best American Essays and other publications.
Our editors, writers, and readers are thankful to members of the Eastern Shore Writers Association, our publisher, for ongoing support. We are appreciative of partial funding from a Talbot County Arts Council grant, with revenues provided by the Maryland State Arts Council, and from individual tax-deductible contributions.
It is my pleasure to work with 12 volunteers as editors, readers, and advisors to publish The Delmarva Review. We are passionate about the review’s contribution to the literary arts and the importance of literacy to our culture.
Wilson Wyatt, Jr.
Executive Editor
Poetry
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
– T.S. Eliot
Len Krisak
TIBERIUS
There won’t be conquests anymore.
Time saw to that. Now comes withdrawal.
There’s not the slightest chance that war
Will rouse the appetite at all.
Faint images will have to do,
Ghosting memory’s blue cave wall.
Bound fast, this is the last Capri
That isolation offers you.
Excite yourself with fantasy
If memory fails. Below, old goat:
The grotto. Up above: caprice.
Your vices have you by the throat;
Your organs rot now, piece by piece.
Waves wash the cave and never cease.
ALLEGORY
Itchy and Scratchy
Agree to bury the hatchet—
A pact that would seem
To require that one of them
Remove it first from Scratchy’s skull,
Where Itchy’s usually buried it.
Now if you’re not too dull,
Consider applications that might fit.
μοι ἔννεπε, μοῦσα
first line of The Odyssey
Sing, Muse, of you yourself—your many ways.
You always did (more early than of late).
Perhaps you can’t be said to advertise,
So what’s the news? What’s happened to that love
You said there never was a question of?
You said so many made for such malaise
That neither one should ever mention marry.
(Deep thoughts: that love was sometimes felt as hate;
That there should be a shelf-date on all mourning;
That you should get your money back on lies.)
Might TV help? Then there could be a warning
With the come-on: something like, "But wait,
There’s more! Closed course: do not attempt. Supplies
Are limited, and your results may vary."
VICTOR HUGO:
SONNET
(to Judith Gautier)
Beauty and death are two things so profound—
Of shadow and of azure—one might say
Two fierce and fruitful sisters shared a bond:
The same enigma they cannot betray.
O women’s voices, looks, locks black and blonde:
Shine, for I die of love—your charm’s bright ray.
O pearls the ocean’s great waves roll around!
Luminous birds dark forests hide away!
Judith, far closer than you think, your fate
And mine each one another contemplate.
Your eyes? A sacred chasm I behold.
While I—I am a gulf of stars inside.
Madam, we two are neighbors there enskied
Because you’re beautiful; because I’m old.
FRENCH TEXT:
La mort et la beauté sont deux choses profondes
Qui contiennent tant d’ombre et d’azur qu’on dirait
Deux sœurs également terribles et fécondes
Ayant la même énigme et le même secret.
O femmes, voix, regards, cheveux noirs, tresses blondes,
Brillez, je meurs ! ayez l'éclat, l'amour, l'attrait,
O perles que la mer mêle à ses grandes ondes,
O lumineux oiseaux de la sombre forêt !
Judith, nos deux destins sont plus près l'un de l'autre
Qu'on ne croirait, à voir mon visage et le vôtre ;
Tout le divin abîme apparaît dans vos yeux,
Et moi, je sens le gouffre étoilé dans mon âme ;
Nous sommes tous les deux voisins du ciel, madame,
Puisque vous êtes belle et puisque je suis vieux.
THE POWER OF THE WIND
Quixote-scaled, the blades—akimbo—tell
No time the wind won’t tell. Gargantuan,
Yet spare as a Mercedes asterisk,
The pinwheel turns as if to cast its spell
On those who read it for a peace-sign joke.
Arma virumque, wrote the Mantuan,
However. Spinning spoke-by-dagger-spoke,
Inscribing an imaginary disk,
This moulin seems to sharpen each stiletto
For some giant joust against the day
When ignorant of why it has been built,
And greatly slaving like a mute magneto,
It turns on those for whom it’s toiled away,
Prepared to take its masters on, full-tilt.
Devon Miller-Duggan
BIRD, BIRD
"If people only knew
what goes on in our lives," Fleda says,
"under the surface.
Swans paddling madly."
I say I think I’m a crow—
capable of using tools
and making plans,
fond of what shines,
more likely to pray
in a murder than a whiteness.
CANON IN D FOR STEVE HELMING
Every busker in Münich, possibly in Europe
plays it just to scratch at you.
Half the brides in North America
wade through its little river on their way
up the aisle.
It’s everywhere beloved—
my friend Mary went to sleep to its
unstrained strains every night of her childhood.
It’s soft as a cherub’s ass,
notes twirling like jewelry box ballerinas,
legs frozen in airy arabesque.
It’s unsusceptible to irony or satire,
a white dough of music, and
it means to lull. I know, you
much prefer the Münich businessman
who spends his lunch hours by the river
reading the paper, his suit,
shirt, tie, belt, socks, shoes and underwear
neatly folded next to his beach chair,
skin giddy with sun and river swirl,
demeanor quiet, stubborn,
formal as baroque canons.
Michelle Brooks
OBITUARY FOR A NEON ANGEL
The city, alive with sirens, makes you
long for other days, for the lost ones.
The causalities of your youth stay hidden,
buried beneath the darkness you cast
in every direction. The night casts its own
shadows onto your small stake of the known
world. If you love me, you will tell me your
whole heart, you whispered to various men,
not knowing that diminishment seeps
into everything around it. You become
a crime scene, the tape around a body long
removed, all color drained by morning.
SMART, VERY SMART
Jimmy Carter looked green
as he delivered his last state
of the union. Of course, everyone
did on the old Magnavox for ten
minutes or so. My parents turned
it on well advance of the buyer
who had called in response
to the Thrifty Nickel ad. It takes
a few minutes to get going, my dad
said. Don’t we all? the man replied,
broken vessels on his nose, a map
that led nowhere. My mother forced
a smile and offered coffee. I’ll take it,
the man said. And the coffee too.
Jimmy spoke of malaise a crisis
of confidence as my dad unplugged
him and offered to load the television
into the man’s car. My mom looked
relieved. We needed the money. We
always did. Thank you. That guy
depresses me, the man said. Tell me
something I don’t know, Jimmy. His hands
shook when he picked up the mug.
Hell, no matter who you pick, they’re
all disappointing, the man said, once
the bloom is off the rose. He swilled
the last of his coffee like it was medicine,
the kind you forced yourself to take even
though it didn’t work so well anymore.
ARSON
Fires burned behind every window
in my first grade assignment to draw
a house. Fifteen suns blazed in the sky,
and strange flowers bloomed in the yard
where children didn’t play. Who lives
in your house? the teacher asked me.
Nobody lives there. Curlicues of smoke
streamed from the multiple chimneys.
I didn’t include a door. Someone else
might have made up a story that included
a dramatic rescue. In my story the fires
always burned. The why didn’t matter. I
only knew what I saw when I closed my eyes.
STOCK FOOTAGE
You meet someone who asks, Are
you free? A question like a gun,
loaded. When you learned to shoot,
your instructor told you not to put
your finger on the trigger until you
intended to pull it, the assumption being
that you would. Is this the answer
to the question your life asks no matter
how hard you try to muffle it? You buy
yourself some time. You pick a letter,
any letter, but you see nothing except
pages filled with your own handwriting.
David Salner
SUMMONED AT FIRST LIGHT
Melville’s White Jacket
Bare feet on deck,
he felt the waves wash through the boards,
the long swell, the tender holding of the sea.
But when the boatswain twirled his cat,
he guessed what they’d been summoned for. All afternoon,
as the keen scourge hissed, he listened. Just listened,
which left a mark. Our lives are made of water,
a wash of salts within us, a tide
rising and falling back. As an old man,
he watched the sun sink to a line
where sea and sky are blended, a measureless
haze at the horizon. And studied how the darkness
spread from wisps of pink and orange. And wondered,
what am I to do with beauty?
What am I to do with that man’s pain?
DRY-DOCK MUSIC: BALTIMORE
It was therefore an act of supreme trust on the part
of a freeman of color thus to put in jeopardy
his liberty that another might be free.
—from The Life and Times of Frederick Douglass
Surprising, most of all,
Stanley himself…. On the way to work that day,
he walked through clouds of cinnamon, an amber fog
enveloping the port, all the way to Fells Point
and the dry docks, where he works—
building a ship with four-pound mallet,
driving cotton-white strands between oak planks,
sealing a sharp-built hull with oakum
from keel to turn of bilge. Dry-dock music
freights the air, saw-scrape and mallet-knock,
chatter of carpenter and caulker,
craftsman and slave, of black and Irish
joined in an uneasy hug of labor. He knew the trades,
sailing and caulking, and others that a free man needs
in this slave port, like how to keep his freedom papers
always in his pocket, for the eagle stamp
protects him from slave catchers, the lowest form
of life, who love the music of another’s chains.
His papers say that he was born right here,
born free, but it was in the port of Charleston,
when he was just 15, that two white sailors
who hated slavery, grabbed him by the arms
and told a port patrolman, "This here’s
the cabin boy of our good ship, the Mother Mary.
His name is Stanley Johnson—he’s had a bit
and captain needs him sober, so let us pass."
He had the wherewithal to play the drunk,
although he’d never had a sip, not then,
and with their help, he slipped
the chains of bondage, set sail on Mother Mary,
kidnapped into freedom. From that day on,
he’s worked on ships, on shipboard only,
where he feels free. Now that he’s old,
the ships he works on are in dry dock,
his papers always in his pocket.
They describe the bearer by his age,
color, height. . . . But they could just as easily
describe a man named Frederick, on his way
to freedom, with papers in his pocket
in the name of Stanley Johnson.
QUESTIONS FROM
THE GALÉRIA FRAN DAUREL
Barcelona, September 5, 2015
Why is the patient one the gray baboon?
Why is the fabric of mutation made of steel?
Why does a solitary leg walk down the road?
Why does the heart expel a crowded boat?
Why does the light bulb hang above the lamb?
Why does the poison wash across the stone?
Why does the man put on an