Publications notice & news from Rayn Roberts

Hello Poets & Poetry Lovers,

I thought I’d share something that makes most poets happy. Several of my poems were accepted for publication recently, “Clear Water” & “After the Pulse Murders 2016” will appear in Seattle’s Raven Chronicles Anthology, “Take a Stand: Art Against Hate” out this fall. The Seattle Star published two poems adding to several already there. The poem “Last Oracle Over the Sea” will appear in the CAPS /Calling All Poets Series Anthology out of New Paltz , New York & “Eagle Bowl” was accepted by the Seattle journal “Chrysanthemum” edited by Koon Woon.  Washington State Poet Laureate, Claudia Castro Luna took “The Bubble of Seattle” for her Poetry Grid. I’m honored to be included in her project.  It’s now @

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I hope you get a chance to enjoy some of them and keep in touch as the year progresses. I invite you all to Green Lake Public Library for the monthly reading 4-5:30 pm the second Saturday of every month.  There’s always an open mic!       

 

Yours truly,

Greyscale

Rayn Roberts

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What the Cicadas Are Saying

There’s a method in the music, the buzz
Filling the trees, a sizzle, a scream
The clicking and the ringing of cicadas.

Where some leave off, others pick up
The cantos of love, a hum like a dream
That is all of summer and seventeen years:

“Here, here, I’m the one, I’m the best,
Here, here, I’m the one, forget the rest!”
It’s an old serenade, it does not let up,

It defends, drives off birds that come
To make an easy meal of them, it assails
Fox, wasp, raccoon, boy with butterfly net–

In the end, all the songs whirl into oblivion.
Their bodies wash into rain-gutter and trail
Dried up, cried-out shells of what they were.

Other singers rise in a coffee shop in town
Worn thin by years of blinding night labor
Soul-broken, lost, jubilant, newly in love

Sick of love, but madly in love with sound
Looking to bend an ear, the poets file in.
Autumn and an open mic are about to begin.

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Note: Depending on the species, cicadas live underground for 17 or 21 years. They emerge for one summer to mate. Males sing, females do not.
They listen & select the loudest singers.
This poem is a slight re-vision of the first in Jazz Cocktails & Soapbox Songs.