Mushroom Chronicles
by Nina Rubinstein AlonsoThe mushrooms in the photo aren’t
cooked or chopped or sautéed
in a black iron pan
the stove’s spattered from whatever fried
last night too tired to notice the mess
whatever she can manage after work
is just throw something
on the fire get rawness out
wait until onions turn
that cookbook term ‘translucent’
eat by the drowning drumming tv
rolling quasi-obscene rosaries of ads
political smears blistering lies
telling you to order your doctor to
mend pain with whatever they’re selling
no these are aesthetic mushrooms
circling through time like half-tutus
at the rotting base of a great tree
vibrating in forests drunk on
sun-filtered silence loftiest
branches exhaling sounds
hypnotic to a dreamer’s ear
meditative hum of phosphorescent
fungi singing through the night.
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Nina Rubinstein Alonso’s work appeared in U. Mass. Review, The New Yorker, Ibbetson Street, MomEgg, Ploughshares, Sumac, Bagel Bards, New Boston Review, WomenPoems, Muddy River Poetry Review, Wilderness House Review, Constant Remembrance, Cambridge Artists Cooperative, etc. Her stories, one a Pushcart nominee, were published by Southern Women’s Review, Tears and Laughter, Broadkill Review, Writing in a Woman’s Voice, etc. Her book This Body was published by David Godine Press, her chapbook Riot Wake is upcoming from Červená Barva Press, and another poetry collection, a story collection, and a novel are in the works.
Wow...so many memorable lines. "..quasi-obscene rosaries of ads and "...drunk on sun-filtered silence..." especially got me! Thank you for your work!
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