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Bone Dancers Drink….

Bone Dancers Drink   is the first and last line in Jeffrey Grassley’s poem Seen from the Current Issue of The Idiom Magazine

the rest of the piece has just as many great one liners and images throughout and reads really well out loud.  It’s a great homage to Bukowski and his attitude that writers shouldn’t try to write like him is something I wish more writers would learn.  “And too often we multiply ourselves / by our tragedies” is a great statement and a thought I’ve been contemplating about myself and the people around me….

Being Able to Touch is a tighter poem but flows just as easily as the last one.


of cadence, an education
in bad prophecy– project
and convince them, that yes,
i speak of, electricity
static-cling shockwaves on skin
beneath warming sheets
and little space– ghost stories,
we told too many war stories,”

His internal rhymes are magnificent without being obvious or sing-songy.  Again his images surprise me as I approach each line and although I can’t make an immediate connection to them by the end of the poem I am satisfied.

Here’s his bio that he sent me and you should check out his chapbook if ya like his stuff:

-Jeffrey Graessley lives in La Puente, CA. His poems can be found in the upcoming volumes of Emerge Literary Journal and RCC MUSE Magazine. His first chapbook, Her Blue Dress is due out sometime in September (Silver Birch Press, 2013). His recent discovery of the BEAT generation has prompted loving and longing thoughts for that simple, drunken, far-gone time in American history.

A poem that’s been waiting…

I don’t know anything about Ann Malaspina. Her poem has been sitting in the idiom’s inbox for sometime and I finally got around to using it so here it is:

Horse Bones

water floods the basement,
lapping against washer,
sink and wall.

you have planted
a pump, installed pipes,
dug a drain.

still, the water deepens.
our fingers in the dike
make no difference.

under cracked concrete
the town’s horses are buried
in the clay earth.

as water fills our boots
i hear the horse bones shift,
ready to rise up.

This poem is so creepy and I don’t know why…I know the horse bones are coming from the title and it’s not like they actually appear just shift in the water but the anticipation makes the creepiness for me…Most of us have encountered a flooded basement and if bones began to float in that dirty water I would move out immediately….some of the unique but simple words are used to describe the situation which add to the voice and story and help create that effect like: “lapping, dug a drain, deepens, cracked, shift, rise up” I don’t know, those words or phrases stick out for me making this poem from average to great…