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A.R. WILLIAMS

1/17/2024

 
It's a new year, and a new season of Shine! Today I offer you a special preview of the debut collection by A.R. Williams (Andrew Ray Williams), A Funeral In the Wild, forthcoming from Kelsay Books in February. An early endorsement of Williams' book describes his work as "Poems that reach well beyond his native Virginia and touch on the universal themes of memory, relationships, and place." Thank you, A.R., for sharing your words!

Dog Tag Necklace

Do you remember surprising me with that engraved,
dog tag necklace upon seeing my report card?

A blissful boy, I wore your pride around my neck,
until the chain disappeared from the pool that summer.

Today, I saw a cadet at the pharmacy and recalled the pool,
wondering whether your approval was still there.

What Gives Me Hope

Remember when we ate pizza on Duke St.,
drove by the ballpark, and looked at buying this house?

Like dandelion seeds blown into the wind,
we soared northward, parachuting into the field of possibility.

But that was before the pizza became cold, the ballpark
expensive, and this house, too small. Now, we long to bud

where we were first planted. But today our neighbor—
the gardener—said that of all weeds, dandelions

can withstand the harshest growing conditions.
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A.R. Williams (PhD, Bangor University, Wales) is the editor of East Ridge Review. He has been widely published in poetry journals, magazines, and anthologies. A Funeral in the Wild: Poems (Kelsay Books, February 2024) is his first poetry collection. Williams lives with his family in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley. Find him on Twitter @andrewraywill 

    SHINE - International Poetry Series

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    From the international poetry community, we have a "luxury of stars," as Sylvia Plath might say, and it is my honor to provide a home for their words through SHINE Poetry Series.
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    NOW IN PRINT!

    Stars Over the Dordogne
    BY SYLVIA PLATH
    Stars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy
    Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker
    Than the dark of the sky because it is quite starless.
    The woods are a well. The stars drop silently.
    They seem large, yet they drop, and no gap is visible.
    Nor do they send up fires where they fall
    Or any signal of distress or anxiousness.
    They are eaten immediately by the pines.

    Where I am at home, only the sparsest stars
    Arrive at twilight, and then after some effort.
    And they are wan, dulled by much travelling.
    The smaller and more timid never arrive at all
    But stay, sitting far out, in their own dust.
    They are orphans. I cannot see them. They are lost.
    But tonight they have discovered this river with no trouble,
    They are scrubbed and self-assured as the great planets.

    The Big Dipper is my only familiar.
    I miss Orion and Cassiopeia's Chair. Maybe they are
    Hanging shyly under the studded horizon
    Like a child's too-simple mathematical problem.
    Infinite number seems to be the issue up there.
    Or else they are present, and their disguise so bright
    I am overlooking them by looking too hard.
    Perhaps it is the season that is not right.

    And what if the sky here is no different,
    And it is my eyes that have been sharpening themselves?
    Such a luxury of stars would embarrass me.
    The few I am used to are plain and durable;
    I think they would not wish for this dressy backcloth
    Or much company, or the mildness of the south.
    They are too puritan and solitary for that--
    When one of them falls it leaves a space,

    A sense of absence in its old shining place.
    And where I lie now, back to my own dark star,
    I see those constellations in my head,
    Unwarmed by the sweet air of this peach orchard.
    There is too much ease here; these stars treat me too well.
    On this hill, with its view of lit castles, each swung bell
    Is accounting for its cow. I shut my eyes
    And drink the small night chill like news of home.

    ~~~

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