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Thirteen Small Apostrophes, by Jonathan Weinert

THIRTEEN SMALL APOSTROPHES

A Chapbook

ISBN 978-0-9827246-7-5
16 pp.

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Thirteen Small Apostrophes

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or Amazon.com

A POWERFUL CHAPBOOK collection of thirteen poems, whose broken, surreal landscapes yield haunted visions reminiscent of Stephen Crane's epic masterpieces The Dark Riders and War Is Kind. 

"The tragic vision of Jonathan Weinert's Thirteen Small Apostrophes reaches far through its singular imagination and haunting diction . . . His use of apostrophe in addressing imaginary creatures becomes a kind of Genesis, summoning a chastened world from one that we've defiled. These are innovative, moving, and memorable poems."
Mark Irwin, author of Large White House Speaking

"In this mysterious and musical collection of petititons and declarations to various entities, human and otherwise, Jonathan Weinert listens attentively as darkness sings its song . . . Any reader alert to exquisite lament will find herself addressed by Weinert's song, sung to and sung for by these thirteen apostrophes that are small only in their length, not in their embrace."
H. L. Hix, author of First Fire, Then Birds

 

To Darkness

In the end, we stand together
like stopped cars. Such a white-hot day:

                                       the stink of creosote rising from the sidings

like laughter from a brilliant joke. We laughed too,
the two of us, transfixed by daylight’s
fatal suavity.
But now, at last, we’re still, released,

although the tracks keep stitching the horizon, a stubborn wound.

Of all your choicest qualities
I love your emptiness best,
and mine. Such tender shadows, and the black

unknown: such possibility.

                                                          A few straws blowse
against your unstopped joists, and through your farther opening

                                       a plunge of chestnuts shush their leaves.

Who doesn’t know that song,
and sing it,
even if  the signals clang and shriek to clear the right-of-way?

I know an older song, the one you taught me,
which you made, the one without a melody,
or words, or breath.

The silent one. The one with all the gorgeous rests.

EVENTS

READING AND CELEBRATION 02.28.2014
WordFarm 10-Year Birthday Party
9 pm
With . . . um . . . everybody.
Hi Spot Cafe
1410 34th Ave
Seattle, WA

READING 11.04.2013
Harvard Review Roundtable at Porter Square Books
7 pm
With Linda Bamber and Kevin McGrath.
Porter Square Books
25 White Street
Cambridge, MA

READING 10.19.2013
Frost in the Air: A Glorious Evening of Poetry in Celebration of the 140th Birthday of Robert Frost
8 pm
With Amy M. Clark, Dan Tobin, Christine Casson, Terri Cader, Andrea Cohen, Cammy Thomas, Brad Clompus, Theodora Stratis, Julia Lisella, and Ros Zimmerman.
Munroe Saturday Nights
Community of Christ
1386 Massachusetts Avenue
Lexington, MA

Massachusetts Cultural Council

Jonathan has received
a 2012 Artist Fellowship
in Poetry from the Massachusetts Cultural Council


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