Poems by Temple Cone. No Loneliness is the winner of the 2009 FutureCycle Press Poetry Prize.

No Loneliness

Literature & Fiction

Temple Cone

Genre Fiction

FutureCycle Press

Beyond the Bones

Neil Carpathios

Poetry

Maria Williams-Russell's debut chapbook is a dark and sometimes surreal collection where domestic life is not only lonely but buzzes with potential harm. Disillusioned, the poems offer language and images of home, motherhood and romantic love that come out of a resigned duress and which include bees, bats, car accidents, war, and strangers knocking at the door. Even so, the speaker of the poems finds ways to cope: "...when the men walk through the house/ I pretend my body is the frame/ and they a flock of birds/ caught for a moment in the rafters."

A Love Letter to Say There Is No Love

Self-Help

Williams-Russell, Maria

Success

Winner of the 2010 FutureCycle Poetry Book Prize. STEALING HYMNALS FROM THE CHOIR is a collection of poems about the outward pull of the forces of history, the inward tugging of the human heart, and the intersection of the two. Its subjects are some of the impersonal events that have swept us into the present day, and the precarious intimacies that try to steady us and give us strength to endure within that present. It is a book about mourning, meditation, and finally the inevitability of celebration.

Stealing Hymnals from the Choir

Martin, Timothy

Unflinching, elegiac, and sometimes fueled with invective, Violet Transparent examines loss in both the natural and human landscapes. Anne Coray does not shy away from political or environmental commentary, but she knows when to pull back and let the poem be a poem. This collection dares to follow in the footsteps of luminaries like W. S. Merwin and William Heyen, poets whose deep and compassionate regard for nature informs and makes imperative their work.

Violet Transparent

Coray, Anne

With consummate skill, subtle and exacting artistry, and fierce passion, Tania Runyan's first collection, Simple Weight, brilliantly unveils the mysterious ties tethering heaven to earth [and] explores the painful and troubling journeys of a soul in search of the divine.... Hers is a voice brimming with a palpable humanity and beautiful pathos--complex, wise, mutable, and wholly original. --Maurya Simon, author of The Raindrop's Gospel __________ Spiritual without being in the least bit preachy, Runyan deals in matters of the heart, letting us experience the ineffable through a variety of subjects, often commonplace objects: a dead goldfish, a broken dishwasher, dust mites.... Runyan uses deeply infused language throughout: "I chew the name God, God like habitual / gum." God, "the holy / singularity." "God who buries // his miracles in the soil." [These] poems have weight--emotional, spiritual, political--but are anything but simple. --Barbara Crooker, author of Radiance, Line Dance, and More __________ Tania Runyan claims she does not concern herself with things too marvelous for her. Well, she's lying. Simple Weight ponders and illuminates cicadas emerging from the earth and martyrs merging their bones with dust. In Runyan's world--which is our world--the human intrudes upon the holy, making it more holy still. These poems, like the Psalms themselves, will fall through the years "like a muscle of water." Drink deeply.  --Paul Willis, author of Rosing From the Dead: Poems

Simple Weight

Runyan, Tania

In her debut collection of poetry, Katherine Riegel explores the secrets that lurk in the wide-open spaces of the Midwest, images of prairie as ocean never far from the surface-as James Wright wrote, "Where is the sea, that once solved the whole loneliness/Of the Midwest?" Here are fairytale doors that lead to horses and clover, sensuality and regret. Here, among the drifting leaves, are sketches of a family as ecosystem, complex and competing. In these poems, songbirds sing of loss and remembrance. Castaway is an homage to a childhood, a family, a place. It is a book about memory and mourning, yearning, and just how far words can take us in the effort to reclaim what we've lost.

Castaway

Riegel, Katherine

As the only species aware of its mortality, people have always had a morbid preoccupation with death. Our agrarian forefathers anthropomorphized their fear into the Grim Reaper, whose swipe symbolized the unexpected moment of life's end. Few of us own a scythe or know how to use one, but that swish still represents the surprise of hearing about someone's death and makes us tremble at the thought of how quickly we will pass into nonexistence. The now familiar Grim Reaper figure has outlasted four or five centuries, making appearances at costume balls and in New Yorker cartoons. He's forever here among us, maybe even sorting his socks, while providing fodder for black humor and verse. Both playful and somber, these poems improvise a traditional symbol, mocking the Reaper's mocking of our mortality.

Scything

Lowery, Joanne

Available as a free PDF in the press archives. FEATURED: John Allman, David B. Axelrod, Jane Blue, Neil Carpathios, Alex Cigale, J. P. Dancing Bear, Mary Christine Delea, Anthony DiMatteo, William Doreski, Gary Fincke, Stewart Florsheim, Jane Ellen Glasser, Daniel Y. Harris, David Brendan Hopes, Paul Hostovsky, Joseph Hutchison, Jacqueline Jules, Robert W. King, Joanne Lowery, Catherine McGuire, Bruce McRae, Lindsay Miller, Scott Norenberg, Jim Scutti, Laurie Soriano, Alexander Stachniak, Michael Steffen, Carol Steinhagen, Robert Stoddard, Mary Stone, Terry Ann Thaxton, Gerald Yelle

FutureCycle Poetry Poems for the ages Annual Anthology 2010

Robert S. King

Winner of the 2011 FutureCycle Poetry Book Prize. In MOSSLIGHT, Kimberley Pittman-Schulz invites readers on a walking meditation, a crooked path through loss and longing where solace shimmers in the shadows, rooted in the rhythms of the natural world. Each poem is a small epiphany offered by unlikely mentors-decaying redwood logs and indifferent ravens, "the golden gel" of a banana slug and a blur of wet bees, tiny fish caught in a shoe, a dog's black face leaning from a truck window, even "eight rusty ants dragging a dead wasp through the grass" that challenge us with, "Who are you, anyway?" Like a lost explorer-part-naturalist, part-Buddhist-the voice in this collection leads the reader deep into the present moment, "stark and lush," reminding us that while "alone each foot burns/into cold layers" there is a larger interconnectedness, as "even in wet snow falling, /the wren sings.

Mosslight

Pittman-Schulz, Kimberley

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