Neil Silberblatt |
Neil Silberblatt’s poems have appeared in various journals, including Poetica
Magazine, The Otter, The Aurorean, Two Bridges Review, Verse Wisconsin,
Naugatuck River Review, WordPeace, Chantarelle’s Notebook, and The Good Men Project. His work has been included in the anthology, Confluencia in the Valley: The First Five Years of Converging with Words (Naugatuck Valley Community College, 2013); and in University of Connecticut’s Teacher-Writer magazine. He has published two poetry collections: So Far, So Good (2012), and Present Tense (2013) and is hard at work on a third collection, tentatively titled Past Imperfect.
He has been nominated (twice) for a Pushcart Prize, and one of his poems received Honorable Mention in the 2nd Annual OuterMost Poetry Contest (2014), judged by Marge Piercy. Neil is the founder of Voices of Poetry - which, since 2012, has presented poetry events, featuring distinguished poets & writers, at various venues throughout CT, NYC and MA - and the host of Poet's Corner on WOMR/WFMR, for which he has interviewed acclaimed poets on and off of Cape Cod.
He has been nominated (twice) for a Pushcart Prize, and one of his poems received Honorable Mention in the 2nd Annual OuterMost Poetry Contest (2014), judged by Marge Piercy. Neil is the founder of Voices of Poetry - which, since 2012, has presented poetry events, featuring distinguished poets & writers, at various venues throughout CT, NYC and MA - and the host of Poet's Corner on WOMR/WFMR, for which he has interviewed acclaimed poets on and off of Cape Cod.
How to Build a Fire
Start slowly,
Start slowly,
no,
slower
with
longing or, perhaps,
a
lemon cut along its pregnant midsection and
squeezed
over plump scallops seared to a walnut
finish
while their flesh recalls the ocean.
Nurse
it with desire or, perhaps,
garlic
roasted until its sweet pulp emerges
Minerva-like
from its parchment skin, like Torah scrolls
whose
crowned letters leap from flames.
Only
then, add touch or, perhaps,
logs
whose air pockets wait to be emptied
by
pickpocket flames, releasing ash fireflies
like
so many copper pennies scattered onto
the
night’s floor.
Skip
the fire pit.
You
don’t even need matches.
Just
start with kindling or, perhaps,
a
poem about kindling.
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