More for the children of October, from An Eyeball in My Garden. More about our own Kevin here:
http://www.kevinmcnamee.com/
from Our Neighborhood / by Kevin McNamee
Ms. Johnson saves her pennies,
Which she gives out as a treat.
I think she stores them in her shoes —
Her pennies smell like feet!
Another for the children of October, from our hula dancer-poet-illustrator, Edna, from the book, An Eyeball in My Garden.
http://www.scbwi.org/members-public/edna-cabcabin-moran
from Zombie Kid Blues / by Edna Cabcabin Moran
Though I borrowed a mitt
That perfectly fit,
It came off with my hand still inside.
For the swamp witch in each of us, from our own Susie, from the anthology of spooky poems, An Eyeball in My Garden. More about Susie here:
http://www.jacketflap.com/profile.asp?member=Soosaw
from Swamp Witch / by Susie Sawyer
Beneath the murky muck and mud,
She lurks and lives alone.
For goblins, from our own Jen, one of the two editors of An Eyeball in My Garden: And Other Spine-Tingling Poems. The book is also illustrated by Johan Olander. More about the poet here:
http://jennifercolejudd.com/?page_id=2
from The Goblin Parade / by Jennifer Cole Judd
In the inky black street
Their fat, knobbly feet
Stomp a rhythm that makes the earth shake.
Double poems today, because this one’s especially for my eerily-talented critique group of yore. This one’s from our own Laura, who is also one of the editors of the book in which the poem appears. The book is An Eyeball in My Garden, (2010), recently out in paperback, appropriate for brave 5th graders to adult, and edited by two amazing women, Laura Wyncoop and Jennifer Cole Judd.
from Halloween Night / by Laura Wyncoop
As dangling ghosts untie their strings
To float among the trees
For music, from Narrative Poems by Alexander Pushkin & Mikhail Lermontov, translated by Charles Johnson (1983).
from Mozart and Salieri / by Alexander Pushkin, translated by Charles Johnson
Harmony
became for me an algebra.
For maps, from Crab Orchard Review, Summer / Fall 2014.
from Map Making / by John Glowney
Geography is blue mostly. Serene sheet,
azure mirror
For basketball, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from Old Men Playing Basketball / by B.H. Fairchild b. 1942
A glass wand
of autumn light breaks over the backboard.
For beauty sleep, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The History of Poetry / by Peter Cooley
Centuries yawned and fell back, stuporous,
eons stretched out
For mothers and grandmothers, from Mouth to Mouth, Poems by Twelve Contemporary Mexican Women.
from Shajarit / by Gloria Gervitz b. 1943
In the migrations of red carnations, where the songs of the long-billed birds
break and the apples rot, before the disaster
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