Sarah Maclay is the author of three collections of poetry—Music for the Black Room, The White Bride and Whore (all, University of Tampa Press), three chapbooks and a short play, Fugue States Coming Down the Hall (anthologized in Scenarios: Scripts to Perform). Her poems and criticism appear in APR, Ploughshares, FIELD, The Writer’s Chronicle, VerseDaily, The Best American Erotic Poems: 1800 to the Present, The Laurel Review, Pool, Poemeleon, Hotel Amerika, Slopeand numerous other spots including Poetry International, where she serves as Book Review Editor. In 2003, her debut full-length won the Tampa Review Prize for Poetry and was a finalist for the Blue Lynx Prize. She received a Special Mention in Pushcart Prize XXXI (2007 Edition). In 2008 she became the founding artistic director of The Third Area: Poetry at Pharmaka, a reading series now running at Frank Pictures Gallery in Santa Monica. A 2009 Grisham Visiting Writer at the University of Mississippi, she has featured at the California Poets Festival, the Sotto Voce Festival in West Virginia, and the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books; she’s been a panelist at the Napa Valley Writers Conference and a presenter at AWP. A Montana native with degrees from Oberlin College and Vermont College, she teaches creative writing and literature at Loyola Marymount University, and conducts periodic workshops at The Ruskin Art Club and Beyond Baroque.
Wind in the Cathedral
makes anthems fly
hymnal pages flutter
mystify itself in skirmishes
In that shift
when sound dissolves
we see each other
that at the center of this
Because they lie,
first published in “Shadow of Light”
The Tree with Blue Flowers
There is not even fog.
Not even that fast, delirious route
Hardly even mist.
But together we stare into the tiny
and the moment is shaken
it from a tree
and with it
into a soft
muss of silver leaves.
first appeared in Poetry Bay
Inches from my bungalow, the hedge goes wildly
first appeared in “Ice from the Belly”
The reaching branch can only reach so far.
The weed that sticks through snow is stiff as wire.
We say it is crystalline, meaning fixed,
This is the way we make beauty.
first appeared in Interbang and then also appeared in the Beyond the Valley of the Contemporary Poets 1998 Anthology.
All four poems from Music for a Black Room (2010 University of Tampa Press
photo by Holaday Mason and DH Dowling
|© 2011 Sarah Maclay|
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