Burningword is a quarterly publication focusing on emerging and established writers of poetry, short fiction, and short nonfiction, as well as artists creating original photography and digital art. Burningword has been published continuously since June 2000.
My new poetry collection What the Gargoyle Sees has just been published by Kelsay Books. It’s a wide-ranging sci-fi collection of my poems ranging from science fiction and fantasy to myth, horror, and fairy tale retellings. Here’s a short review from the back cover:
What the Gargoyle Sees pairs creative settings with a realist’s eye—the book is full of moving poems that put Twaronite’s contemporary sensibility in settings rooted in myth, history, and invention. From the interstellar to the metaphysical, the poems take their occasions imaginatively—but rarely remain in the imagination alone. Instead, Twaronite melds the fabular with the particulars of lived experience. What the gargoyle truly sees, in the end, is the world we’ve made. It is what I like most about these poems: the way they start in the ether but find meaning in the heart.
Tyler J. Meier, Executive Director, University of Arizona Poetry Center
The poem is based on short story I wrote years ago that was also published in a literary journal and eventually published in my book Approaching Wilderness. Six Stories of Dementia. I loved the many images in this story and wanted to compress them into the fewest words. Hence this poem.
Two years ago, I was sitting in a crowded rooftop bar in Manhattan (sigh) when the bartender leaned over to tell me I was her doppelganger. I had to quickly access my memory banks to make sure I had the right meaning. It’s not exactly a word I hear a lot, especially when it’s from a young woman referring to me. I dedicate this poem to her, in hopes she is well wherever she may be. You can read it here on page 5 of the latest issue of Tipton Poetry Journal, where it has just been published https://issuu.com/tiptonpoetryjournal/docs/tpj45
As we celebrate this day of our national birth, let us re-imagine the country we claimed to be and the country we need to be. I can think of no better anthem to America than this poem “I, Too” by Langston Hughes. Let it ring out across the land!
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.
Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table When company comes. Nobody’ll dare Say to me, “Eat in the kitchen,” Then.
Besides, They’ll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed—
A former out-of-print bookseller, I have always been fascinated by the descriptions used to sell books. I have observed that, as the rarity of the book increases, so does the flowery language dealers employ in seeking truly stratospheric prices for them. And I decided that there might be a poem there. The result is this poem you can read here: http://star82review.com/7.4/twaronite-assemblage.html