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Jayne Lyn Stahl's Writings

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Poem
Oct.03.2008
Beatitude: 33 (Silver Anniversary Issue)
 The Crowning With Thorns  he leaves much to be desired at table never finishes a sentence. crowds come to drive nails through the designated holes in his hands. --a modern cross, like a disposable lighter, is propped against an altar – someone takes bets. the crowd cheers as he mounts the cross a crown quickly position’d on his skull he takes each thorn swallows...
Oct.03.2008
Poetry Magazine (online)
for a soldier               “Those that I fight I do not hate,                Those that I guard I do not love.”                         William Butler Yeats    I risk exile just to stand in your skin swim to the bottom to find where the bottom is. you have your wings pressed   primed   like Icarus  just another downed passenger jet  behind an angry sun  you are...
Poem
Oct.03.2008
"Exquisite Corpse;" republished in "Stiffest of The Corpse" (anthology from City Lights Books)
at the end of rage              “Truly we are here               on the roof of the world.”                    J.M. Coetzee   Maybe a flight back east will cure. a sidewalk surrounds me like rain it is night like a dumb beast I want only future. I watch as pain becomes a sneer on the face of contempt. city you are my mother you are unfinished I am restless it is...
Poem
Oct.03.2008
Sic: Vice & Verse
 riding with destiny    in a blue truck on the back of a healthy spoon I can taste hot nights on your thigh  still you are a stranger as you say when you ride with destiny  you ride alone. you tear out photos from old passports  scramble names in address books crawl into bed you are too close  your breath like whiskey agitates I am saddle sore from riding I am...
Poem
Sep.28.2008
The New York Quarterly
WAKING UP ON THE WALL SIDE   by Jayne Lyn Stahl the coffee is burnedit smells like the E train.curtains sag—a pair of old breastshiding from the sunand a slight fog descends uponthe maplewood circle whereI collect myself like dust on a vague epic.there is something odious about sleepit is so goddamned official.waking up on the wall sideI reach for gravityand...
Poem
Sep.28.2008
The New York Quarterly
PAST TENSEby Jayne Lyn Stahl (for John Coetzee) He looked like the picture of raskolnikov on the cover of crime &punishment penguin edition   he talked like james mason in lolitawhen he walked nerves would shoot out of the soles of his shoeshis undershirts were always stained from his long walks homeand no matter what he did with his eyesthey did not fit in...