|Nicole Terez Dutton|
SOMERVILLE POETS NEIL CALLENDER and NICOLE TEREZ DUTTON: An accomplished poetic couple in the heart of Union Square.
Magdalena, she of the coffee bean hair, skin of coriander
and twilight, almond-eyed, trekked from Tegucigalpa, through
a gauntlet of money condors and stone faced violators of women,
resisting a desert’s dessicating heat and the blanching of forsaken
Magdalena survived her odyssey to arrive here, in this place,
inside a rest stop somewhere along an interstate highway,
behind the counter, under these garish lights, to sell me
a hamburger, some greazy fries, and a milkless shake.
The imperium demands heroism from its victims,
then imposes gangrenous mediocrity,
spinning human beings into inert instrumentalities.
--Neil Callender (About Place Journal)
The You in this Poem
Doesn’t have to
try hard to be the one
raw with trumpets and lightening broken
across a crowded room–
something we all are
brighter and suddenly foreign for,
as if we’d forgotten,
the archipelago of our bodies
or the salt in all directions
calling out our name.
The you in this poem
doesn’t so much speak as stir
a darkness of loosened feathers
claws and tendriled weather
upon our eyes and open mouths.
No telling why the music carries,
or what might pry the ribs open.
I’m not sure which equation
might rescue you from your own skin.
I’m saying I like sky when you speak it.
I’ll never care which latitude
even if you leave your body
by the roadside near the crickets
I’ll recognize you by the spine bowed
as Herodotus beneath its story
the sore knees, the bruised and perfect
mouth. I know just how to find you
no matter the distance, I’ll hear
the pastures singing back our voices
a blade of grass for every tongue.
– Nicole Terez Dutton ( From Uses of Anger journal)