Missouri State University-West Plains

Skip to content Skip to navigation
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

Elder Mountain: A Journal of Ozarks Studies

  • Contents
    • Articles
    • Book Reviews

Poets and Poetry: Issue 9

2019 March 25 by pdh513

Over Here 

By James Fowler 

We come here to be shut of all that,
settled into hills and minded our business,
maybe partial to blood feuds,
but not such as drag whole countries in.
Our own hands worked this ground,
never bound another to it, the way
they done in the lowlands,
them with their po-faced lost cause
spread like a rash these thirty year.
Outsiders say we’re as flinty as
our cliffs, backward as a mule rump.
And now we up and refused their war,
they call us chicken thieves, slackers,
socialists and wild-eyed Russellites.
Be that as may be, we’ll not be made
to muck in Europe’s slop like penned hogs.
So if Mr. Wilson sees fit to send
militias in an appeal to reason,
they’d best beware: we can melt
into thickets thicker than their skulls
and snipe with the best.
Never no more will boy hereabouts
kill his own self before being shamed
into killing some like foreign soul.
So come, all you deputized fools,
step into our cove’s finished mystery
and repent your war with mountain folk.

 

Sundown

By James Fowler

Off the books, so hard to nail down,
except that sign at town’s edge

No malaria, no loose dogs, no. . . .
 
Unreconstructed, it buzzes at sawmill,
puckers like vinegar from bad apples

A second chance to fly the flag,
join the brotherhood that rides by night

No malaria, no loose dogs, no. . . .
 
Hit the trail, it snarls, the road
paved with disinfections

Yours the boondocks, the rough precincts,
ours the share we will not share

You have until—don’t let us find—
we won’t be held responsible

No malaria, no loose dogs, no. . . .

 

James Fowler teaches literature at the University of Central Arkansas.  His poems have recently appeared in such journals as Futures Trading Magazine, Sheila-Na-Gig, Cave Region Review, Elder Mountain, Valley Voices, Aji Magazine, Malevolent Soap, Seems, Angry Old Man Magazine, Dash, and Common Ground Review. He has pieces forthcoming in Westview and The Poetry of Capital.

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

 

Purchase

By Amy Wright Vollmar

To own a bluff
maybe
means you will own

a waterfall,
a sycamore where dragonflies
hunt through leaves,

the walnut tree’s
rainfall harpstrings,
and any feathers

the heron happens
to leave by the river.
You could carve

a road along
the ledges,
build a wall

of limestone.
Or you could climb
now and then

up the waterfall
to the seep
where squirrels drink.

You could watch
for the twin fawns,
look for spearpoints,

and let soft seeds
drift
just past your hands.

 

Noland Hollow

By Amy Wright Vollmar

On my map
this river
is a gooseneck in blue

on an even page,
but inside
the map

the river is green
and thick with seeds,
sycamore leaves

and limestone dust.
The inky lines
of the old bluff

tear and blur
where cedars cling—
they break

into caves
and dens—
so on my way

downstream
I follow only
the geese,

who leave a trail
of feather curls
as they veer

into autumn
with the river,
swerving round

a curve of bluff
I cannot place
on any map.

 

Image result for amy wright vollmar

Amy Wright Vollmar was born in southern Illinois and can sing numerous folk songs about frogs, dogs and mules.  Luckily, she also went to Monmouth College to study Yeats and Eliot.  Now she lives in Springfield, Missouri, and has learned how to write poetry in a kayak (tip:  use a mudproof notebook).  She works with First Graders at Phelps Center for Gifted Education, because First Graders like poetry and mud, too.  Amy’s poetry has previously appeared in Elder Mountain and in the Cave Region Review.

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

 

The Lake of the Ozarks

(A sedōka)

By John J. Han

a Magic Dragon
with a serpentine coastline
longer than California’s
its head faces east
its horn reaches Gravois Mills
its tail touches Niangua

 

Ghost Hollow, Fayetteville, AR
(A somonka)

By John J. Han

how much I desired 
an embrace in your strong arms
that cold wedding night  
the fire that caught my dress,
alas, reduced me to char 

how much I miss you!
at night people run away
when they hear you scream
come and scream at me, my love,
for not saving you in time

Note:
This poem is based on the legend of a young bride who was burned to death on her wedding night.  The story can be found in Ozark Tales and Superstitions (by Phillip W. Steele, Pelican, 2003), “Arkansas History’s Mysteries—Ghost Hollow” (http://arkansasstatearchives.blogspot.com/2015/10/arkansas-historys-mysteries-ghost-hollow.html), and other sources.

 

John J. Han (Ph.D., University of Nebraska-Lincoln) is Professor of English & Creative Writing and Chair of the Humanities Division at Missouri Baptist University.  He is the author, editor, co-editor, or translator of nineteen books, including Wise Blood: A Re-Consideration (Rodopi, 2011), The Final Crossing: Death and Dying in Literature (Peter Lang, 2015) and Worlds Gone Awry: Essays on Dystopian Fiction (McFarland, 2018).  Han’s poems have also appeared in periodicals and anthologies worldwide, including Failed Haiku, Frogpond, Kansas English, The Laurel Review, Modern Haiku, POMPA, The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku, Steinbeck Studies, Valley Voices, A Vast Sky: An Anthology of Contemporary World Haiku, and World Haiku Review.

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

 

Summer, Greers Ferry Lake

By Paulette Guerin

Like graduating seniors, the cicadas emerged
after seventeen years in the ground,
starved and full of lust. I waited
for one boy’s annual return,
on vacation at our lake cupped in the Ozarks.
The trees hadn’t been fully painted in,
needing a hard rain and a few hot days
to brush the landscape fat and green.

The dry creek-bed moved with mating,
their song swarming us to silence. At the end
of August, the sun resigned, the water turned cold.
I woke from our dream. Shells littered
the ground like candy wrappers,
then vanished beneath the leaves.

 

Night Out at Cadron Creek Catfish House, Choctaw, Arkansas
 
By Paulette Guerin

The black truck rocks
in every washed-out pothole,

the ruts dug deep on the homestretch
where last autumn’s flood

filled the ditches with mud. In the headlights,
a luna moth’s green eyes flutter.

Then, the quick flit of bat sounds out its prey
with every flapped wing.

 

Image result for Paulette Guerin

Paulette Guerin earned a MFA from the University of Florida, and she now lives in Arkansas where she works as a freelance editor and teaches English at Harding University. Her poetry has appeared in several journals, such as Green Briar Review, Cantos, Concho River Review, Summerset Review, The Main Street Rag, and The Tishman Review, and she has a poem forthcoming in the 2018 Best New Poets anthology. Her chapbook, Polishing Silver, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2011.

 

Polishing Silver Paperback

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

 

Filed Under: Articles, General

Recent Posts

  • Author Talks at Garnett Library, June 2-3
  • Agnes Vojta: Poetry
  • Wild Muse: Ozarks Nature Poetry
  • Cultural Pillaging: Anthony Bourdain and the Exoticization of Ozark Culture
  • Steve Wiegenstein Receives 2022 Missouri Author Award

Archives

  • May 2023
  • January 2023
  • December 2022
  • November 2022
  • October 2022
  • September 2022
  • August 2022
  • April 2022
  • February 2022
  • January 2022
  • December 2021
  • November 2021
  • October 2021
  • August 2021
  • July 2021
  • June 2021
  • May 2021
  • April 2021
  • March 2021
  • January 2021
  • October 2020
  • July 2020
  • June 2020
  • May 2020
  • April 2020
  • March 2020
  • February 2020
  • January 2020
  • December 2019
  • September 2019
  • August 2019
  • July 2019
  • June 2019
  • May 2019
  • March 2019
  • January 2019
  • September 2018
  • May 2018
New beginnings...endless possibilitiesNew beginnings...endless possibilities
  • Last Modified: July 12, 2019
  • Accessibility
  • Disclaimer
  • Disclosures
  • EO/AA/M/F/Veterans/Disability/Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity
  • © 2013 Board of Governors, Missouri State University
  • Contact Information