Don Segal-20 years of Published Poetry, a Retrospective.-the 1990s.

I realized that I have been published for 20 years, and that maybe a retrospective is in order. So, first the poems that were published in the 1990s. Many of the publications are no longer in existence, but if I am wrong, let me know if they are still out there!! And thanks to those publishers for placing my early work!

 

THE PIPER
Published – Winter 1995
Cherry Street Press, c/o Mark Hoehner, P.O. box 278, Alamo, CA

Commentary:

I wrote this in college, Clark University, sometime in 1971-72. Apparently Cherry Street Press is no longer in existence.

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HUMAN FRAILTY

Published June, 1996
Short Stories Bi-Monthly, ed. Gunvor Skogsholm,
5713 Larchmont Dr., Erie PA

Commentary:

Apparently Short Stories Bi-Monthly is no longer in existence, but Gunvor apparently ( per the internet) still lives at the same address and is 76 years old.

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1996
Yet Another Small Magazine – A Journal of Poetry, Andrew Mountain Press,
P.O. Box 340353, Hartford, CT

SO SOFTLY

Commentary:

Yet Another Small Magazine and Andrew Mountain Press are no longer in existence. I wrote this at Sunset Cabins at the north end of Lake Damariscotta in Maine, a place I used to go for long weekends to write. Highly recommend it’s rustic cabins and closeness to the lake shore (10 feet), cabins facing due West.

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June, 1999

Creative Juices, ed. Geraldine Powell, Forestland Publications, 423 N. Burnham Hwy., Canterbury, CT

THE SILENCE BETWEEN

Clever words tangled
Together and spoken
In a logical sounding tone
Almost made sense.

I rejoiced when I spoke
Before several people
And the sound was eloquence
And not incompetence.

The sound of my voice
Takes time to reach my ear
And I can listen to its timbre
While I wait for the next words
To make their way to consciousness
And meander into vocality.

Soon words will be strung out
Like bubbles of a frog
Swimming under water
That pop to the surface
Every few inches
So slowly that even I will not remember
What I meant to say.

Commentary:

Creative Juices and Forestland Publications do not seem to exist anymore, but it seems that Geraldine Powell has published some poetry on poetshaven.com…if it is the same person?

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November, 1999
The New Monhegan Press, Monhegan Island, Maine

NEVER LEFT
(Monhegan Island)

Autumn rain splashing on the sidewalk
Reminds me of muddy puddles
On the road of high-stacked lobster traps.

Sounds of leaves rattling on old oaks
Are chased away
By whispers of Cathedral Woods.

Within the whirlwind of working, rushing,
Chatter and distress,
A steaming lobster teases out
Remembered sea smells of Lobster Cove,
And renews.

Commentary:

New Monhegan Press is mentioned at www.monhegan.com, but I am not sure it is still in existence. Monhegan Island, Maine is definitely my favorite place. I have visited it many times starting in 1971, lastly in 2010. It is about 1 hour boat ride off of Port Clyde, Maine and is an artist colony and vacation spot, with no vehicles allowed except for a couple of pick up trucks for hauling. I cannot say enough, just go there, this poem does not do it justice.

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