Our father the keeper Chrissy Rikkers
Two Poems James Reidel
Two Poems William Hudson
A Day's Brief Accounting Mercedes Lawry
Two Poems Ronda Broatch
Sotto Voce Kim Kessaris
Yearbook Peter Joseph Gloviczki
Coffee Lisa Fay Coutley
Thalassophobia Arlene Ang
Two Poems Gary L. McDowell
Two Poems Laurel Bastian
Two Poems Liz Robbins
Dead President Amorak Huey
Two Poems Chris Young
Salt Lick Nell Stanton
Featured Poet Denise Duhamel
from the ether
I went walking this morning in hopes of clarifying some ideas I had for this column. A walk can be a terrific resource for problem solving, whether how to unknot a poem I’m working on, to revive myself after hours at the computer, or as in this case, to discover the way into something I want to write. By the time I got out the door, the fog’s early morning shroud had lifted, heady scents of jasmine and wisteria filtered the bright, cool air, and the lately returned mockingbird was having at it. Spring in northern California, and the weekend under my feet. I remembered a phrase I’d just heard Peter Malae read from his new novel, What We Are, an anecdote the main character repeats to himself: breathe out gratitude. That didn’t seem so hard; I could breathe gratitude in and out on such a morning.
Getting this issue out has been a particular challenge. We’re an all-volunteer, otherwise busily occupied staff of editors; it’s actually somewhat of a miracle we pull the DMQ Reviewtogether issue after issue. My hopes of producing an issue in time for National Poetry Month were seriously hampered, however, by my own schedule, the recent release of two books, the annual AWP conference held this year in April, and finally, taxes. Taxes took out our hardworking, unnamed webmaster, but here we are with a terrific issue for which I am most grateful to the collaborative efforts of all our staff , including a new addition, Dean Rader. And, it’s still April!
But the idea to consider gratitude at all came about two weeks ago as I began to order the poems accepted for Spring 2010. I do this the way I order poems for any collection. I lay them out around the dining table and begin to circle—reading, rearranging. It was the sight of these poems stretched around the table that moved me to gratitude for the talent, work and hope each represent. It’s a full issue. On the table lay 26 individual gestures of the creative human spirit, of the poetic mind, of the conviction that poetry matters. What a privilege to play some part in the process of bringing this good work to the public view. What a thing to be entrusted with this task.
I have gratitude, too, for the talented artists who issue after issue share their images here and enliven our pages and minds. I’m pretty damn excited by featured artist Charles Farrell’s marvelous collage and photomontage. Wild and wonderful!
It’s my hope, and I believe the hope of all the editors here at the DMQ Review, that this issue will offer you many opportunities to breathe in poems, our uncommon language, and to breathe out gratitude for the words and worlds shared here.