| fiction non-fiction memoir poetry |
| "Late afternoon. The last wick of August." |
ALISON KOLODINSKY is a poet and
translator whose work has appeared in numerous
anthologies and magazines, including Poetry,
Alaska Quarterly Review, MOTIF v1: Writing By
Ear, and Cream City Review. She co-authored
Into The Blue Reach: Selected Poems and Prose
by Rainer Maria Rilke, a bilingual edition
translated with Ingrid Amalia Herbert of Germany
(Black Lawrence Press). She has also been
awarded an Individual Artist Fellowship from the
Florida Arts Council. She resides in New Smyrna
Beach, Florida. Since the End is the first published
collection of her own work.
translator whose work has appeared in numerous
anthologies and magazines, including Poetry,
Alaska Quarterly Review, MOTIF v1: Writing By
Ear, and Cream City Review. She co-authored
Into The Blue Reach: Selected Poems and Prose
by Rainer Maria Rilke, a bilingual edition
translated with Ingrid Amalia Herbert of Germany
(Black Lawrence Press). She has also been
awarded an Individual Artist Fellowship from the
Florida Arts Council. She resides in New Smyrna
Beach, Florida. Since the End is the first published
collection of her own work.
| Poems in SINCE THE END by Florida poet Alison Kolodinsky use the natural world — the ocean, swamplands, flora and fauna — as a backdrop meant to prod the reader to meditate on universal truths that matter: loss, love, survival. Sometimes the poems offer answers, but more often they describe questions that haunt the reader. To that end, these poems illuminate how we experience a range of everyday emotions, from grief to confusion to joy. The language is beautiful and evocative, and the poems are artistically wrought, devoid of the sentimental. Kolodinsky employs a masterful use of various poetic forms, some more obscure than others. She is a poet's poet. |
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a selection from SINCE THE END by Alison Kolodinsky
10 Past 6
When I come back to my hometown
old 10 Past 6 is still here, mute
and stiff as ever, babble-bound
his legs at 6, torso at 2
pitched forward in that blue pea coat
as if forever overdue
still blind to the Ant Men -- leathered drones
of loose-jointed youth who jaywalk
disrupting the counterclockwise flow
of rotary traffic just to mock
one punctual pedestrian
compelled to loop the town hall clock.
Years of walking against the wind
made me lose track of where I'd been.
10 Past 6
When I come back to my hometown
old 10 Past 6 is still here, mute
and stiff as ever, babble-bound
his legs at 6, torso at 2
pitched forward in that blue pea coat
as if forever overdue
still blind to the Ant Men -- leathered drones
of loose-jointed youth who jaywalk
disrupting the counterclockwise flow
of rotary traffic just to mock
one punctual pedestrian
compelled to loop the town hall clock.
Years of walking against the wind
made me lose track of where I'd been.
(c) 2012
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