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VOYEUR
by Dara Mandle
When Uncle talked about the creep,
whom the dog ran off the grounds,
and the police found with a jar
of jelly and a blade, I thought,
your decay invades with equal menace,
except we can’t chase it away—
it lingers in the glass, a dire presence:
when I pass, I do a double-take.
PRAYER IN A CARDBOARD BOX
by Dara Mandle
She lured the rock doves
in colorless frocks to her tangle
of plastic bags, swelled their trills
until the soft notes scored
the shades of white and black
like an old movie.
When pigeons
scattered to trees she flew off
with them; flapped her worn-out coat
and broke into bodies; rose at once
with thirty pale under-wings
to sleep in sugar maples.
Cor van den Heuvel raises a toast during his reading at Storefront Gallery. Photograph by Jeniece Primus
Dara writes:
It's a rave! Jeniece Primus at Arts in Bushwick has written a great review of my poetry reading with Cor van den Heuvel at Storefront Gallery.
Poetry and baseball. If you don’t see the connection then you probably weren’t at Storefront last night for the latest of the Bushwick gallery’s monthly readings.
The evening was dedicated to that most gentle of verse-forms: the seventeen-syllable haiku. Dara Mandle, a published poet and critic, opened up with some goodies of her own before turning the floor over to Cor van den Heuvel, a poet, editor and haiku super-fan, who ran with the Beat Generation of the mid-1950s.
Check out the complete review here, along with more of Jeniece's photographs of the evening.