|The New Binary Press Anthology of Poetry: Volume I
Edited by Adam Rudden
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The New Binary Press Anthology of Poetry: Volume I, brings together a diverse range of established and emerging international poets. With over 100 poems from 20 different writers, this anthology marks the arrival of New Binary Press. Included in the collection are Graham Allen, winner of Ireland’s prestigious 2010 Listowel Poetry Prize (Single Poem); Allan Peterson, 10 time Pushcart Prize nominee; and Jeannine Hall Gailey, Poet Laureate for Redmond, Washington. Allison Grayhurst, Anne Fitzgerald, Annette Spaulding-Convy, Changming Yuan, Dylan Brennan, Elaine Cosgrove, Ellen Dillon, Graeme Cooper, John Saunders, Joop Bersee, Kathleen Flenniken, Kerrie O’Brien, Martin A Egan, Paige Ryan, Peadar O’Donoghue, Tanis MacDonald and William Ford make up the remainder of what is a remarkable and diverse collection of works.
The New Binary Press Anthology of Poetry: Volume I is edited by Adam Rudden. Adam is a Dublin-based poet whose work has appeared in numerous periodicals, including Poetry Ireland Review, Cyphers, Horizons, The Furrow and Electric Acorn.
From the collection:
by Graham Allen
The only photograph I have of you
is from a passport run of four,
one you didn’t need to use
to effect your escape from me.
It lives within that memory box
and gets remembered every other year,
your face remaining beautiful
as the touch of your lips decays.
One day I will look at you
as an illustration in a book
I have no intention of purchasing
let alone desire to read.
One day you will be nothing more
than an image of temporary note
flashed before disinterested eyes
at an airport security check-in.
by Allan Peterson
Tomorrow will be partly cloudy
The other part will be buzzing
and small collisions
a bird on the crossroads sign
a song above a plus
Weedeaters will answer each other
throughout the valley bees will dance
every sound will proclaim itself
better than silence
I will leave a few letters out of my voice
horses will turn blue before the hills
then I will make a pet of sleep
|How to Mend a Broken Vase
by John Saunders
Near invisible shards lurk
in dark corners
or closet in crevices
with oven glazed fragments
that will defy smooth assembly.
A gift from the honeymoon
of singing waiters
and bright yellow moons
where discord was an out-of-town
stranger, its broken bones
now lie on the floor,
its long shelf life ended.
She gathers up with porcelain hands,
knows repair can only happen
with a bond that holds.