The Shadowgraph: Poems
By James Cihlar
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In The Shadowgraph James Cihlar explores the ways images, performances, and memories shape and inform LGBTQ+ identity. Golden-age Hollywood cinema—in particular the career of fiercely independent actress Barbara Stanwyck—provides the screen on which Cihlar projects characters and stories bravely, even defiantly, performed. Cihlar’s commentary on individual films—as well as on human experience and desire—is intense, smart, and right on target.
James Cihlar
James Cihlar is the publisher of Howling Bird Press. He is also the author of Rancho Nostalgia and Undoing.
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The Shadowgraph - James Cihlar
oneDEEP FOCUS
SATURDAY NIGHT
A cream square framed by a white border stamped DEC • 73.
Perspective as flat as a Grandma Moses painting,
my older sister’s head in lower left inaccurately small—
the honey-blonde grain of one long wing of hair curtaining
the vertical line of her profile, with outsized right hand crabbed
in foreground, the tip of her ring finger obscured by her lips.
When Carol Burnett tugs her ear, she’s telling
her grandmother she’s okay, my sister said.
My grandmother’s legs enter the frame mid-left,
the pink-and-cream circle of her knee in floral pajamas
superimposed on the grid of red and green squares behind.
Tentatively reaching into the frame just above,
a lone Christmas tree branch, red ball hanging at the tip.
Against a field of silver lace, gray wallpaper, and beige door,
I’m curled impossibly into a lavender upholstered rocker,
which I almost swear I bought secondhand twenty years later
as the first piece for my apartment in a different city.
Center frame is my younger brother, his arms around the dog.
We all stare off frame to the right at an implied screen,
perhaps at Mary Tyler Moore’s name multiplying,
my mother laughing, Doesn’t she remind you of me?
Or even better, the crescendo of horns and drums
of a CBS Special Presentation, as a rainbow
spirals out at me from a field of black.
RETROSPECTIVE
Midnight in the middle of summer,
too hot to sleep,
my mother pulled the bedroom curtain aside
to reveal what I thought
was always out there: a kaleidoscope of eyes,
giant moths filling the pane, no two alike,
a reverse glass painting in shades of brown,
each pair of wings a set of eyes,
hundreds of moths pressing themselves
against the glass
until no bare space was left,
their wings unblinking, looking in.
This happens when we close our eyes,
she said. They come looking for something
that’s not here.
We don’t have the words to describe,
so we can’t do anything
but keep the curtain closed
and know they are there.
That’s how she taught me about memory,
an eye above my head.
THE STRAND THEATER
on West Broadway and Seventh in Council Bluffs,
Iowa, was refurbished in 1927 from an opera house
to a movie palace. In the sixties my mother would drop off my sisters
and me on a Saturday afternoon, unsupervised, to watch
matinees of Support Your Local Sheriff or Cat Ballou,
The Man Called Flintstone or Hey There, It’s Yogi Bear!
Approved by but absent of my mother,
the Strand was independence in childhood. My mother’s
presence hovered nevertheless, in