Scenes the Writer Shows: {Forty-One Places a Poem Can Go}
By MB Moshe
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We were young and at the mercy
of our means and we flung ourselves
Down upon the flames for what
we knew felt right; I bridled from
Those heated pains that boiled
and tested me; and knelt down to
Pray upon the iron grate while
Moonlight splintered trees to shake
Ripe, fierce winds Id learned to hate;
My poems travel to England, to Scotland and Wales. They go to the Mid-east and to Norway. They go from my home in Minneapolis to New York and Tennessee.
MB Moshe
Scenes the Writer Shows goes on journeys with the author. MB Moshe (Michael P Amram) attempts to bring the exact experience to the reader. Mr. Amram relates his own experiences in this book of forty-one poems. All share a common bond of location. Either real or embellished by his own imagination, each of Amram's poems creates a sense of tangibility for the reader. Mr. Amram acquired a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University of Minnesota–Duluth in 1989. Since then he has been writing fiction, poetry, and nonfiction. His fiction often draws from personal experiences. Many of these have been published in small, online publications. In 2006 the Loft Press published his book Would God Move a Ping-Pong Table? A cumulative Analysis of Faith and Religion. In January of 2013, he published The Orthodoxy of Arrogance with Trafford. He and his wife live near Minneapolis. They enjoy biking through the many trails in Hennepin County. He is an avid blogger and posts new writing daily. His blog is viewed by an international audience. Mr. Amram regularly attends the Loft Literary Center. He participates in a writers group known as "Open Voices." The Loft is the subject of the poem "Boondoggle Sounds."
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Scenes the Writer Shows - MB Moshe
© Copyright 2013 MB Moshe.
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Contents
Centerfield Troubadours
Salvation for Burns
The Hustler
Dog-eared Pants Bit Her
If Gallows Spoke
Her Manipulation
Waxing on our Flames
Counting on Benches
Arawak Pastels
Her Ship’s Lull-a-bye
Virtual Tourists
Deck Party
A Faint Trace of Wonder
Burning Rocks
Civil Servants
77’s Nights
Halcion Days
A White Board had my Number
Dickensian Sublimations
Humility’s Clown
Walkin’ with Pathos
I Hid my Legs in the Sand.
Last Night’s Refrains
Boondoggle Sounds
Lüneburger Heide
Birds of Prey
Valhalla’s Eyes
Past the Sage
Ramona’s Contriteness
Ramparts They Watched
Random Acts
Somewhere Earth Ends
March Eighteenth
Tel Aviv
Tennessee
A Termite’s Mantra
Favorite Sons
We Saw Wales at Bay
The Best Farthings Spent
Lothario Disillusioned
Trickling Down Mason
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Dedicated to the richness and wonder of
The places I’ve been; to all the visions,
Sounds and textures life has provided me.
Centerfield Troubadours
We went with a purpose, to get logistics;
To apprise ourselves with cameras and
Eyes and spaces labeled Twin’s territory
.
We reached for the walls that
Surround baseball’s mystic’s sons.
We would approach our grail soon;
Gate # 29 a conductor claimed.
A drunk waiting for his train to
St. Cloud asked us where he’d find a coke
To sip for beer and wait in vain;
We walked through tunnels
Sound shuttles sparsely for weekend cars
Though the shadows of downtown
Past Minnesota Twins fans’
Cozy restaurants and bars.
Like moles we emerge from
Target field’s thoroughfare blinking;
In Minneapolis’s hidden skyline
As buildings scatter their shards
of sun for next week’s game.
We repealed the light-the sun;
The buildings’ heat from descending
night—Target’s bronze statues
Stood brown and tanned like
They were real—Harmon and Kirby
Under Cal Griffith’s glowing
Grin a giant baseball glove
Held us ’til it felt they’d win; while the
Ends of the venue told us what
we’d be wiser for knowing.
Salvation for Burns
01%20augies.jpgThe bus shelter knew its place;
Its times, its sounds that gave
Excelsior Boulevard a
Bolder face that welcomed us
As summer burned its heat
Slowly through its awning’s shadows
that eclipsed me.
DSCN1392.JPGI’d listen to exhaust
For fumes I thought might someday be
Strewn across pavement burned with
Acetylene siren
Sounds permeating truths I