When Marilyn Monroe Met Edith Sitwell
By Howard Winn
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In this prescient collection, consisting of works gathered across the spectrum as well as new pieces, the poet shows his range from gentle satire to breathtaking poignance. Winn captures the observations of the everyday with an economy of words that ring with the depth of an unusual brilliance and a grasp of true humor and feeling. Whether you spend a few moments at a time or an afternoon, the experience within these pages delights and surprises with timely wit and compelling introspection. Inspiring and cerebral, Winn's skill with words is nothing short of ingenious. Readers will find profound breadth within these pages, leading perhaps to considerable ponderings, dialogue, and an enlightened view of the world around them.
Howard Winn holds a B. A. from Vassar College, with a major in English. He wrote his senior thesis under the direction of Ida Treat Bergeret, who published extensively in the New Yorker Magazine. He completed additional work at Middlebury College, where he studied with Robert Frost, John Ciardi and A. B. Guthrie, Jr. He has a graduate degree from the Stanford University Writing Program where he studied with Wallace Stegner and Yvor Winters. Mr Winn also completed doctoral level work at New York University and the University of California at San Francisco. His writing has been published in such journals as New York Quarterly, Southern Humanities Review, Raven Chronicles, Beloit Poetry Journal, Descant, Laurel Review, Dalhousie Literary Journal, Descant (Canada) Galway Review (Ireland) and many other literary journals. A collection of his poetry, Four Picture Sequence of Desire and Love, has been published by a now defunct small press. His prose writing has been included in an anthology of work by Hudson Valley writers, "Water Writes." His poetry was included in “Bridges,” an anthology of Hudson Valley poets, edited with a forward by Mary Gordon. He has also been included in an anthology of "Post Beat Poets: Seventy On The Seventies," published by the Ashland Poetry Press. He has been nominated for a Pushcart prize three times, and is a faculty member at the State University of New York. Mr. Winn's debut novel, Acropolis, was published by Propertius Press in 2017.
Howard Winn
Howard Winn holds a B. A. from Vassar College, with a major in English. He wrote his senior thesis under the direction of Ida Treat Bergeret, who published extensively in the New Yorker Magazine. He completed additional work at Middlebury College, where he studied with Robert Frost, John Ciardi and A. B. Guthrie, Jr. He has a graduate degree from the Stanford University Writing Program where he studied with Wallace Stegner and Yvor Winters. Mr Winn also completed doctoral level work at New York University and the University of California at San Francisco. His writing has been published in such journals as New York Quarterly, Southern Humanities Review, Raven Chronicles, Beloit Poetry Journal, Descant, Laurel Review, Dalhousie Literary Journal, Descant (Canada) Galway Review (Ireland) and many other literary journals. A collection of his poetry, Four Picture Sequence of Desire and Love, has been published by a now defunct small press. His prose writing has been included in an anthology of work by Hudson Valley writers, "Water Writes." His poetry was included in “Bridges,” an anthology of Hudson Valley poets, edited with a forward by Mary Gordon. He has also been included in an anthology of "Post Beat Poets: Seventy On The Seventies," published by the Ashland Poetry Press. He has been nominated for a Pushcart prize three times, and is a faculty member at the State University of New York. Mr. Winn's debut novel, Acropolis, was published by Propertius Press in 2017.
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When Marilyn Monroe Met Edith Sitwell - Howard Winn
BLESSED BE
On the day celebrating
The Feast of St. Francis of Assisi
Methodists of Maine living in
Cape Elizabeth bless the dogs.
Sharing a personal moment with
each dog, the pastor will
consecrate the dog’s life.
Following this sacred ceremony,
several contests will be held–
best dog costume best dog trick,
dog with the longest tail, and
dog with the loudest bark.
but no dancing or card
playing -- Which god will
be listening or watching or
caring?
AT THE CROSSROADS
At the crossroads, they call it Red Oaks Mill on the AAA map,
in an empty obeisance to some historic past.
Mill is gone, dam remains but crumbling,
the red oaks have long been dead.
Empty strip mall stores stare
blindly at each other across the highway.
The Sunny Day Gift Shop
and its Korean proprietor are gone
with the Hallmark cards
cheerily celebrating birthdays, weddings,
mothers' and secretaries' day,
along with Michael who made flower and fern
arrangements prettily next door.
Paper taped to plate glass makes mirrors of windows
reflecting upon absence, loss, and death.
Liquor, Wine and Lotto,
respite from diminishing reality,
has moved along to cheaper digs.
Phil the pharmacist has been absorbed
by a glittering Rite Aid
expanded to sell Wonderbread, Campbell Soup, Twinkies, Kraft Cheddar,
and beer
because Grand Union is gone,
directed by numbers from a foreign land.
Closed, the lost Burger King where too slow-moving beef and fries
incinerated some franchised American Drive-Thru Dream.
The former hardware store owner wears
an orange apron at a distant Home Depot and smiles
when he makes eye contact and perhaps, perhaps not,
when he receives his regular hired hand's paycheck.
The farm is foreclosed and subdivided,
Black Angus finished by abattoir,
not even picturesque tumbleweeds blown against abandoned fences,
but pools, dentists, and barbecues rampant.
Lawns staked through the heart with signs of Century 21.
REALITY SHOW
I find no meaning in popular works about zombies,
human vampires, or extraterrestrial aliens, nor
even the legendary Texan chupacabra – blood-
sucker human flesh eating monsters of the myths,
ancient and contemporary, even when written by
well-known authors to pander, or to make the New
York Times Best Seller List, and pay for their next
European tour, not when we have our very own
investment bankers, our hedge-funders, pyramid
schemes, insider trading, cold-calling predators,
off-shore tax havens, numbered bank accounts,
money-laundering, oligarchs, Russian and other
wise, bought elections that subvert democracy to
boot. Reality is quite sufficient, enough to raise
the hairs on the back of the neck in dread and distress.
SEAGULLS IN THE PARKING LOT OF A SUBURBAN MALL
Facing west into the wind, they
stand quiet as statues in the mall
parking lot, seventy miles from the
sea. This flock, fifty or more, might
as well be ranged on a Wellfleet
beach, waiting out the squalls of
Cape Cod. Heads and beaks hold
firmly in this earthbound dusty
wind as if it were blown across
waves, foam, or spindrift, and not
around cars parked beyond their
open space, left by buyers of
substance who traverse the stores of
the mall. An absence of herring
leaves them waiting for something
unsold by the merchants of the
mall; these gulls acclimated to trash
from this unnatural lot are neither
out of place nor genuine for this
space. We have to live with
contradiction.
CONTAMINATED
Men in space suits are removing lead and asbestos
from a house down the street. Begun in the
twenties, this house remained from when
innocence prevailed as did cancer the crab,
moving sideways into the lungs and other vital
organs, both male and female, from room paint,
hot air ducts and shingles covering innocent Cape
Cod cottages, moon walkers in airtight costumes
earn a healthy living from the fear of death, this
summer house is now year round. It holds an
angular blonde mother who runs along Shore
Road with like wives, a sinewy square-jawed
father who drives his hefty SUV to work and to
his health club, and coaches his vigorous son for
little league fame in the weekly mowed large side
lawn cared for by a landscape service that comes
in substantial truck and trailer to haul away the
unwanted grass. across the street from our front
windows. In the mist of life, death by carcinogens
lurks in the up-scale décor and in the pipes of
necessity. Running, running, running, they cannot
run away. Running, running, running, they cannot
run away. Nes est certain, vita est non
PARTY BLOCK
I have to confess I am not a block party sort of person and I
live on a block that has an outdoor party in the
neighborhood of Labor Day. I go, usually, to prove that I am
not a snob; although, I would prefer that those people
ringing the barbecue did not think about the fact that I am an
English teacher. "Oh, English was always my worst
subject," they say, taking a step backwards in case I beat
them about the head with a run-on sentence, or attempt
surgery without anesthetic on their split infinitive.
Body language is always clear, if not their expository prose. I
suppose I must be a snob since I cannot discuss the Super Bowl,
the World Series, nor do I have another Bud with my burger,
knowing that the Big Mac Double Cheeseburger is a weapon of
mass destruction, eating and drinking neither at this block back
yard party of the good people in my neighborhood who ask for a
moment of silence from us while one says Grace to the lawn, the
trimmed hedges, the bird feeder where the squirrels forage,
elbowing aside the finch and chickadee. Deer walk through the
yards, consuming ornamental shrubs; wild turkeys chuckle in the
woods at some fowl joke. Do they all have a moment of holy
silence before consuming the natural and unnatural set before
them?
VIRGIN IN THE BATHTUB
Blatant blues, purples and pinks color the robe
and plaster body sheltered from the suburban
elements by the curved end of a half-buried
bathtub. Yellow pie plate shines, custard pie
halo behind the celestial head, conferring
sainthood from the church fathers of centuries
past and present. The church mother is
acknowledged in this protected front yard
from the devils of the moment, gnawing away
at the faith of those fathers in a century where
Darwin stands astride the earth, the new