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CANARY: A Literary Journal of the Environmental Crisis (#28, Spring 2015)

Saturday, March 21st, 2015

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A Literary Journal of the Environmental Crisis

Canary is a literary journal that explores one’s engagement with the natural world. It is based on the premise that the literary arts can provide an understanding that humans are part of an integrated system. Our theme is the environmental crisis and the losses of species and habitat as a result of this ongoing disaster. Our mission is to deepen awareness of the environment and enrich the well-being of the individual and in turn society as a whole.

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Published by Hip Pocket Press
Managing Editor, Charles Entrekin
All work reprinted by permission of authors

Issue Number 28, Spring 2015

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© 2015 Hip Pocket Press

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SPRING-A-DING-DING!

Saturday, March 21st, 2015

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Spring, always in the making, works.
You put on a good spring, well-staged,
and you’ve got the makings of a universe.
This means everything’s spinning and
gearing up at just the right time. Newtonian.
Clockwork. Or let’s try Einsteinian, where
everything’s relative. Cousinly, family, curved.

— Al Young
© 2015

 

UP JUMPED SPRING

(Composer: Freddie Hubbard)

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Vocalist: Ebru Dengiz

Sun Also Rises
Photo: Al Young

UP JUMPED SPRING

for Nana

What’s most fantastical almost always goes
unrecorded and unsorted. Take spring.
Take today. Take dancing dreamlike; coffee
your night, creameries your dream factories.
Take walking as a dream, the dearest, sincerest
means of conveyance: a dance. Take leave
of the notion that this nation’s or any other’s earth
can still be the same earth our ancestors walked.
Chemistry strains to connect our hemispheres.
The right and left sidelines our brain forms
in the rain this new world braves—acid jazz.
The timeless taste her tongue leaves in your mouth,
stirred with unmeasured sugars, greens the day
the way sweet sunlight oxygenates, ignites
all nights, all daytimes, and you—this jumps.
Sheer voltage leaps, but nothing keeps or stays.
Sequence your afternoon as dance. Drink spring.
Holding her hard against you, picture the screenplay.
Take time to remember to get her spells together.
Up jumps the goddess gratified, and up jumped spring.

© 2006, 2007 and 2015 by Al Young
Up Jumped Spring Mark Dorricott Music© Mark Dorricott Music

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