Best of Irish Poetry 2009
Best of Irish Poetry 2010

Editor: Matthew Sweeney



Songs of Earth and Light

Songs of Earth and Light
Barbara Korun poems translated by Theo Dorgan



Done Dating DJs
Done Dating DJs
by Jennifer Minniti-Shippey
Winner, 2008 Fool for Poetry Competition




Richesses: Francophone Songwriter Poets
Edited and translated by Aidan Hayes





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Jane Satterfield

Jane Satterfield’s most recent book is Her Familiars (Elixir, 2013). She is the author of two previous poetry collections: Assignation at Vanishing Point, and Shepherdess with an Automatic, as well as Daughters of Empire:  A Memoir of a Year in Britain and Beyond. Her honors include a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in poetry, the William Faulkner Society's Gold Medal for the Essay, the Florida Review Editors’ Prize in nonfiction, and the Mslexia women’s poetry prize. She currently lives in Baltimore.







Radio Clash


You’d have to travel back in time to find

the sound booth where we spun vinyl, blasting

tunes through dorms and dining halls, wave


lengths of mild rebellion that never filtered

out beyond the campus polished gates to reach

the urban streets. You’d have to hunker down


inside those hacked, graffittied walls to read playlists

logged in hardback composition books by DJs

swamped with student debt, suited up in army


surplus gear. And was I what I played? Bleached

bangs and teased-out hair, up sometimes as late

as dawn hammering out prose so minimalist


nothing was left in. I was late to poetry, philosophy

of art, late to the market to realize my soul, no time to

stick around and smoke through Hard Rock Power


Hour with the Disco Redux guys. What couldn’t

punk do if not make things burn a little brighter,

beat back the images burned on our brainpans:


strafe of jets against the sky, foliate walls of flame,

families bunkered down, and radioactive water

waste drifting downstream…Out of luck and out


of love, brew for breakfast, tying up the tattered

laces of granny boots, of combat boots, a lick

of drugstore clear nail polish to keep the ends


from unraveling.  Never the same river twice

when you’re stepping through time and its

spinning door where London Calling spools


through Whole Foods’ tinny sound system

years beyond that windowed sound booth

with its wall of outmoded knobs and dials


and switches where you watched the needle

drop and let the record spin and spin as the center

blurred to black. And here they come—idling


through the aisles where other mothers pause

and hum, husband with coupons and packets

daughter with neon ear buds dangling—and those


power chords striking again and again, a sound

like sun burning through fog, like the sheer belief

anyone might blossom beyond some epic fail.




©2015 Jane Satterfield




Author Links


Poem by Jane Satterfield in The Common

'Soldierization' by Jane Satterfield at Verse Daily

Two poems by Jane Satterfield in Blackbird







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