Body Rain
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In J.A. Hamilton's poems blood is red, black hearts are black. There is no flinching from things as bad as they can be, especially but not only for women. And yet, this passionate powerful writing radiates affirmation. "his good o, good old world" is livable still in acts of pure verbal magic.
J. A. Hamilton
Jane Eaton Hamilton is the author of eight books of fiction and poetry. Her memoir Mondays are Yellow, Sundays are Grey, retitled No More Hurt, was a Sunday Times bestseller in the UK, shortlisted for the MIND Book Award and the VanCity Book Prize, and appeared on the Guardian's books of the year list. Her short story collection July Nights was shortlisted for the BC Book Prizes and her short fiction collection Hunger was shortlisted for the Ferro Grumley Award. Body Rain, her first book of poetry, was shortlisted for the Pat Lowther Award. She has published in the NY Times, Seventeen magazine, Salon, Maclean’s, VIDA, Numero Cinq, the Globe and Mail, the Missouri Review, Ms. blog, the Alaska Quarterly Review and many other places. She has been a recipient of arts awards from the BC Arts Council and the Canada Council. Jane is also a photographer and visual artist and was a litigant in Canada’s same-sex marriage case. She lives in Vancouver. Jane has written as J.A. Hamilton.
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Body Rain - J. A. Hamilton
Bloodline
Mad Mad
Good morning.
It is 10:06 :07 :08
in my house and in
my jungle chair.
The mad mad.
I pull wings
from my scalp
and flex them.
I served ants
at the dinner table
pinioned as cloves
in the ham.
The voices.
The children and
the husband
and the mother-in-law.
The eyes.
It is true.
I remember my hands
in the garden and
the ants' stinging.
Good morning.
It is 10:09 10:10 and
my jungle chair
levitates.
The mad mad.
I warble and
my red wings
beat back the night.
Amaranth
I am cold as the fires of hell
and I am licking,
licking with my dozen
tongues, licking my way
to you.
I am your fantasy,
your amanuensis,
your Scheherazade.
I am the snap crackle pop
of your breakfast cereal.
I am the iceberg of time.
My tongue is a scimitar
to pierce you with longing.
I pierce you with promise.
I pierce you with immortality.
Whisper in my fossil ear.
Tell me your dreams
and your hopes and
your mother's first name.
Hear the din of a thousand winds
in my skull.
Poultice me with scented oil.
Boil me in butter.
Lift me, lift me.
My kiss is not death.
Love Canal
Medical waste
and the spawned babies
of industrial parks
are starting to talk back.
It's not the terrible two's –
it's adolescent urges with
wet dreams and blood.
We thought they would sink
wrapped in flags forever
– Stars and Stripes –
but they are moaning
with headache, their
mouths say it's the
morning after.
We are just people.
We are only people
who didn't realize.
So now they are hormonal
– want to fuck –
want to hang out in poolhalls,
drive souped-up cars
and smoke crack.
They roam the oceans and deserts
like phosphorus knives,
flammable with rage
at our desertion,
riding the waves and hillocks
home
for a party of destruction.
Look out.
Pink
This is a sensational poem.
Avoid it.
Think of a sweet pea.
There are different sorts
but this