Years of Chapbook Publication, 17 Years of Anthology Publication
HUDSON VALLEY WRITERS' CENTER
SLEEPY HOLLOW, NEW YORK
NEWSLETTER OF SLAPERING HOL PRESS
from Mary Kaiser’s Falling into Velazquez, winner of the 2006
Slapering Hol Press Chapbook Contest
A native of Detroit,
Mary Kaiser lives in Birmingham, Alabama where she teaches American
Literature at Jefferson State Community College. She is the poetry
editor of the Red Mountain Review.
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from Kathleen Hellen’s Skin and Bone, I May Be Japanese, finalist
in the 2006 Slapering Hol Press Chapbook Contest
lives in Baltimore. Her work has appeared in many journals, including
Prairie Schooner, Rattapallax and RUNES. Awards
include the Thomas Merton Prize for Poetry of the Sacred and the Individual
Artist Award from the Maryland State Arts Council.
from Megan Harlan’s Multiverse, finalist in the 2006 Slapering
Hol Press Chapbook Contest
writing has appeared in Poetry Daily, Beloit Poetry Journal,
AGNI, Meridian, The New York Times, and The
San Francisco Chronicle, among many other publications. She holds
an M.A. in Creative Writing from New York University, and lives in the
San Francisco Bay Area with her family.
from Jennifer Perrine’s Time and Song Enough, finalist in the
2006 Slapering Hol Press Chapbook Contest
first collection of poems, The Body Is No Machine, will be published
by New Issues in Spring 2007. Her poems have appeared recently in such
journals as Bellingham Review, Green Mountains Review,
Nimrod, River Styx, and Southern Poetry Review.
She teaches at Drake University in Des Moines, Iowa.
Slapering Hol Press Chapbook Competition is open to writers who have
not published a collection of poems in book or chapbook form. Entrants
should submit a collection of poems, or one long poem, limited to
should include a title page (title only), and a separate cover sheet
with the title of the work, the author's name, address, phone number,
e-mail address, a bio, and acknowledgments. Manuscripts will not be
a self-addressed, stamped envelope for results only. If you would
like a notification of receipt of manuscript, include a self-addressed
and stamped postcard.
a $15 reading fee. Poets may submit more than one collection, but
a $15 reading fee must accompany each entry. Make checks payable to
The Hudson Valley Writers' Center.
you would like a copy of one of our previous winners, which we will
select for you, enclose an 8 x 10 or larger envelope with $1.83 in
must be postmarked by May 15, 2007. The winner will be announced in
September 2007. The prize for the winner of the 2007 competition is
a $1000 cash award, publication, ten books, and a reading at The Hudson
Valley Writers' Center. In addition, a second chapbook may be published
from the entries.
entries to: Slapering Hol Press Chapbook Competition, The Hudson
Valley Writers' Center, 300 Riverside Drive, Sleepy Hollow, NY 10591
a Hot Day
Vernon Street, Philadelphia, 1872
Eye dead center,
he lashes his perspective to the vanishing point,
rules, sketches looming verticals and a thin keel wedge, outlines
the intake of an hour: like a hot day he once saw or is seeing.
of an unmanned skiff cross foolscap lines. Paired oars
like finger bones skim the grid. Box end and oarlock float skyward.
Pencilled cones suggest a sturdy lower body–is this a spectral man?
new lines. With a wash of cheap tint, he skates the shell
across paper planks. Inside the spokes, blank torsos man the oars.
The graphite pier, weightless as a cinder, drifts into the shallow
his grid to see where the sun hits water and how far
beams stretch in summer. Once fixed, the rowers’ skulls shift the
notes ride the sky: trees on near side, off side of a man.
The artist combines never creates, and then the craft comes
gessoed, palette loaded, linseed and sweat reek of Paris
where rivals stripped to wrestle on the grit-strewn floor, and where
he learned to use the brush, more powerful than point or stump.
through layers of ochre to the chalky impasto of an August sky.
Champion rowers John and Barney Biglin ease their racer’s slim length
round granite pilings weathered and mossed as the walls of Babylon.
The sun’s yellow
blade chisels elbows, knees, cheekbones. An oar’s tip
foams; crimson outriggers inject raw pigment into classical sludge.
for the next long stroke, the dapper Biglins squint westward,
beyond the sunset and the slantwise prospect of their pair-oared
launching out of somber gradation into a foreground of untried blue.
Mary Kaiser’s Falling into Velazquez, winner of the 2006
Slapering Hol Press Chapbook Contest
After Kurosawa’s Dreams
If you happen
as a child
on the wedding of the foxes,
the slow, strange procession
to the bridge of mist,
the bride’s white approach
on flute and stealthy drum;
do not hide; run
if vulgar scent
gives you away;
if pines reveal what you are stealing
in the pockets of your eyes ---
Never ask: Why this is that;
or why sometimes
the hand becomes a paw
reaching into forests.
Run to where
the sun bends into sudden
colors; where your mother waits
behind the sliding screen
to see if it is you, knocking;
answers in her fox’s voice
disguised as “no” or “die”,
answers as she hands you
Kathleen Hellen’s Skin and Bone, I May Be Japanese, finalist
in the 2006 Slapering Hol Press Chapbook Contest. Originally published
in Earth’s Daughters.
themselves around us,
the larger outpour,
of a brighter
rung down the spine,
within a space that shapes
but its own dimensions,
a rhythm without song,
hewn to colonnades and bells
momentary vows, sanctums
around a fountain,
its waters illuminated
in a root, arterial language.
Megan Harlan’s Multiverse, finalist in the 2006 Slapering
Hol Press Chapbook Contest. Originally published in Beloit
In Utero: On Being Named
control of my car one summer, blacked out
on the way to work: when I woke, I’d lost
a random taxonomy: paper, sieve, sand dollar:
stuck in some synapse between mind and tongue:
others lost in their fumble of letters: I found
driftwood on the river and called it derby:
my doctor gave me a name: aphasia: like Adam
knowing he’d gotten it right when he found
gecko or ant lion under a dead leaf: no doubt
there’s a purgatory for lost language: the dark
burning-off before ascension: a lexicon
shaken loose from etymology: uprooted
rhizomes shucking their dirt: and you: swathed
in the hum of your name: all the world your alias.
Perrine’s Time and Song Enough, finalist in the 2006
Slapering Hol Press Chapbook Contest. Originally published in