February 28, 2017

Ekphrastic Challenge, January 2017: Editor’s Choice

 

Days In San Francisco #1, 1984 by Harry Wilson

Image: “Days in San Francisco #1, 1984” by Harry Wilson. “An Accounting” was written by Joanna Preston for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, January 2017, and selected by Timothy Green as the Editor’s Choice winner. (PDF / JPG)

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Joanna Preston

AN ACCOUNTING

And the days spill like soot from a fireplace,
ash of them dusting skin.

Days hoarded like krugerrands.
Days transfixed, pinned

like beetles to the pages
of her clothes. Their passage a shuffle

of dried leaves, hoarse whisper
of an overdue bill. She plucks

unattended days out of the air
hey presto and a shower of doves.

Days like confetti litter the streets.
Days like bankers litter the streets.

How they gather, the days. Haggard moths
to a lantern. Hungry mouths

to a soup canteen.
A paper boat of wasted days

unfolds in the gutter, forgets itself
in the rain.

Ekphrastic Challenge, January 2017
Editor’s Choice Winner

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Comment from the editor on this selection: “Preston has crafted a poem full of great images and great music, and at the end of the day I think that’s all poetry really wants. While many other poets had similar reactions to Wilson’s photograph—maybe it’s the year, too; 1984 is now 33 years gone—this was the poem that best captured the emotion of these fleeting days.”

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February 23, 2017

Ekphrastic Challenge, January 2017: Artist’s Choice

 

Days In San Francisco #1, 1984 by Harry Wilson

Image: “Days In San Francisco #1, 1984” by Harry Wilson. “A Town of Mirrors and Quaking Forty-Fours” was written by Richard Manly Heiman for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge, January 2017, and selected by Wilson as the Artist’s Choice winner.

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Richard Manly Heiman

A TOWN OF MIRRORS AND QUAKING FORTY-FOURS

Tomorrows whirl along, they promenade
like pages ripped from too-brief years, before
their soft-shoe asphalt syncopations fade
down Geary to the Van Ness corridor.

The beats in Fillmore boom-boom, saxophones
uncurl and snake around a fog of nights.
And yesterdays? Don’t think about them—gone.
Like endless hours spent browsing City Lights.

Once, hungry fire raged through the Tenderloin.
The dead shipped south to Colma, out of sight.
Once, bitter Tong-blood soaked the urban groin,
and Carol’s boobs glared proud in neon light.

But now who thinks of Sutro’s on the sand,
or Playland at the Beach, or Winterland?

Ekphrastic Challenge, January 2017
Artist’s Choice Winner

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Comment from the artist, Harry Wilson, on this selection: “Richard triggered enough of the city that I knew, experienced, and loved. And of course it was also a time that I returned to through his poem. It is a different city now, but I keep going back anyway. So it was his focus on the city that did it. There were other poets that made the choice difficult, though—thanks to Judy Kaber and Loretta Walker, and their more personal takes.”

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