Conversing in a Black Cadillac
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Stacy Lynn Mar is a poet, closet collage artist, introverted closet hipster, and occasional fan of The Beatles. She splits her lives between stay-at-home mother, forays into bohemian feminist literature, and part time psychology nerd. Stacy has been writing poetry since her lengthy introductions to Plath in freshman high school English, and has authored five collections. Widely published in the world of independent, internet, and occasional print magazines, when she’s not writing Stacy is busy pursuing a Doctorate of Psychology. She lives in Eastern Kentucky with her daughter and life partner.
Stacy Lynn Mar
Stacy Lynn Mar is a poet, closet collage artist, introverted closet hipster, and occasional fan of The Beatles. She splits her lives between stay-at-home mother, forays into bohemian feminist literature, and part time psychology nerd. Stacy has been writing poetry since her lengthy introductions to Plath in freshman high school English, and has authored five collections. Widely published in the world of independent, internet, and occasional print magazines, when she’s not writing Stacy is busy pursuing a Doctorate of Psychology. She lives in Eastern Kentucky with her daughter and life partner.
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Conversing in a Black Cadillac - Stacy Lynn Mar
Girl, Unknown
I watch the girl
With the red notebook,
Saunter in uneven footsteps,
Ghost of forty second street,
Park at noon, corner bench
Where her weary sneakers rest.
She says the world is fading fast,
Vast empty nest of illusion
Where the writers fall into
Dead wells of cynicism,
Too many rejection slips,
Said she once decorated the
Walls of her room with
‘No-thank-you’s.’
I asked her what she wrote about,
She said dead presidents,
The speeches they never gave.
Sketches of conversation,
Seemingly falling into the open wound
Of the universe, she said
She grabs all the lone, used syllables
Before they are swallowed.
She said some nights
She cuts the stars loose,
Watches them fall across
Roofs of shingle and trailer tin,
Just to have something to write about.
Said Anne Sexton would have been proud,
Her poet hands maneuvering the scene
Of Vincent, gluing Sylvia back to the scene.
And when I asked her
Why she wrote, she smiled
And said the words of her notebook,
Though obsolete as they may seem,
Were the threads that stitch
The world together.
Newspaper Clippings
And before me lives a decade.
The marsh garden fields of the 1920s,
Men in top hats, refusing illiteracy,
The Round Table, lunchtime controversy,
Sinclair Lewis sewing their wings to the roost.
Women dressed in goose feathers,
dangling men between their fingers,
Feet twisting to the Jazz of dance halls,
To vie for the attention of a contest,
A herd of chickens pecking for corn.
Then a black and white photograph,
Auction junk of the bidders payday,
Thoughts and memories, a collage to rearrange,
I found her there, with a letter on the back.
"George, good news, the baby is okay,
I named her Rose, after your mother.
You will come back after the war, won’t you?"
Eyes shining, expectant orbs, I imagined them
A luminescent blue and prying, skyward.
Waiting in vain,
As if it took a whole century
To ask the question.
Where Life Is
We read about life that summer,
And friendship. Words of Anne River Siddons
And Judy Blume jumping from commercial paper
To spiral around us, that atmosphere of lovers and friends.
How we’d cruise library shelves,
Hunting down words like literary vultures.
Pausing upon that big chair in the reading room,
A Buddha, a Shaman, I bent my head in
A silent séance of Melville and Emily Bronte.
Do you remember how love filtered through those trees,
The green, oh that green, miles upon miles
Of trees and wildlife and history, our ancestry?
How it swept into the car windows
Rolled down, and churned itself like butter
Into the music, the sustenance of our souls,
Drawing its life force from