Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Kaddish ~ Emily Howard, Mark Cobley & Simon Howard

We are delighted to announce the latest offering from The Red Ceiling Press, an e series of online and downloadable booklets.

Kaddish by Emily Howard, Mark Cobley & Simon Howard
The second part of the Plus-que-Parfait series





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Sunday, September 26, 2010

September ~ Victoria Mosley




September is on its heels
leaves settling like latent geese
in dusted flurries.
Morning comes with earthquakes,
red ivy twisted, fading green
on branches that can hold no more:
skin fears the chill of early frost
light breaks the veil of poached sky,
I hold my eye on you.
Like a kohl rimmed cave painting;
we mouth gestures.
 

from "out of context"


Monday, September 20, 2010

Lynn Deeps ~ Peter Hughes

We are delighted to announce the latest offering from The Red Ceiling Press, an e series of online and downloadable booklets.



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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Araneae (the Spider) ~ Steven Fowler


why should I do so

when discretion makes me happy?

Robert Walser



I; a dirty picture book
- that smell of rubber
and you have found me in the foot of the wardrobe
a drawer I thought secret
now you know my anonymity
my gloom
your face a viking web
of crimping
of noiseless weeping
my glittering fingers
have thumbed these pages
more than your own shoulders
back, thighs, feet or breasts
your skin doesn’t shine
your nest is not gloss
who anoints my dead sovereign?
the photogenial
the crown of my lad
a holy river
awaits the gallons of unused developing fluid
in that Styx I’ll throw myself
when you leave me, unsullied
saltless and hygienic



Mop Woman ~ Donal Mahoney


Near dwarf this woman.
Foreign born. Minsk,
perhaps. Nose

a fist. Hair
a whisk broom
only black. Her back

an Orthodox cupola,
her arms braids of gym rope
lowered to the floor.

Orangutans could climb
those ropes, hand
over hand, no rose

no purple
doughnuts
on their hinds.

Near dwarf this woman.
Foreign born. Minsk,
perhaps.

Her hands, all gristle,
hang an inch, no more,
above her shining floor.




A Little Like Rape ~ Donal Mahoney


This sylph came forward
from the second row
the second day of class
and asked if
I would edit her poem
so it would read
the way it should.

I told her straightaway
that even though
this was writing class
and I was the instructor,
I couldn’t edit her poem
and still have the poem be hers.

Editing her poem, I said,
would be a little like rape,
just painful in a different way
whether she understood that
yet or not. 


Sunday, September 5, 2010

20 paintings ~ Kristian Wiese

We are delighted to announce the latest offering from The Red Ceiling Press, an e series of online and downloadable booklets.

20 paintings by Kristian Wiese
If you are interested in submitting work for publication please email the red ceilings at theredceilings@gmail.com





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