Archive for the My Poems Category

New Poem in Dunes Review!

Posted in My Poems on July 13, 2012 by paulscotaugust

My poem Chetek Psalm appears in the new issue (#16-2) of Dunes Review.

This is a very nice magazine out of Michigan that would really love it if you bought a copy or subscribed.

You can order a copy from Brilliant Books in Traverse City, MI. 231-946-2665

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Almost Blue

Posted in My Poems on January 17, 2012 by paulscotaugust

Almost Blue

My car finds it way down to the parking lot
at Bradford Beach. I turn off the engine
and stare out at Lake Michigan as waves break
hard over square white rocks, the spray
landing on my windshield. The local college
station plays the full 7 minutes of Chet Baker
doing a cover version of Elvis Costello,
his trumpet moaning like a dying animal.
I sit and I listen. What else should I do?
I can’t get out of my car and slowly spin you
around the parking lot like I did once before.
I won’t walk down the empty beach anymore
and build ad-hoc sculptures from driftwood,
prehistoric-looking skeletons left to surprise
the morning joggers and dog walkers. Seems
pointless now. So I sit back and I listen, his horn
just killing it, as dark waves break over me
like liquefied sadness splashing onto the glass,
and I’m almost blue, almost there in that deep
place where the music is all that remains,
and the wiper blades clear you away, almost.

Paul Scot August

(Originally Published in Connotation Press: An Online Artifact – Issue V, Vol III, January 2012)

How to Influence Your Dreams

Posted in My Poems on January 17, 2012 by paulscotaugust

How to Influence Your Dreams

Before bed, take a shower with the same brand
of shampoo she used, the same fruit-smelling
soap. Put on the t-shirt she stole from your drawer
and used to sleep in, then left behind when she moved
away. Go to your closet and find the blue shoebox
on the upper shelf, take it down. Put on the CD
of songs she gave you. Sit on the edge of your bed,
the box on your lap. Wait until the third song ends.
Now, reach down and open the lid. Grab a random
letter, note or card. Read it over several times until
the words begin to sing to you, and you can hear
her voice again. Take out the envelope of photos,
try to recall every detail of every situation pictured
in them. Now, when you are almost back there, stop.
Put the photos and letters back in the box. Replace
the lid carefully and put it back on the shelf. Close
the closet door. Turn off the music. Set the alarm
clock. Turn off the light, and crawl into bed. Pray.

Paul Scot August

(Originally published in Connotation Press: An Online Artifact – Issue V, Vol III, January 2012)

On Water Heavy Nights

Posted in My Poems on January 17, 2012 by paulscotaugust

On Water Heavy Nights

Another night dreaming of the sea,
bodies of unidentified, rough water.
The Gulf of Mexico near Clearwater
where I swam with my grandparents,
schools of unseen fish brushing against
my teen-age legs, the theme from Jaws
thumping in my brain. Or the Pacific Ocean
at Venice Beach while in my 20s, swimming
along the tide-pulled pendulum between high
and hungover. Or at Half-Moon Bay in my 30s,
celebrating New Year’s Eve on the beach,
the waves crashing over regretful words
I’d scratched into the sand, hope for renewal.
But more likely Lake Michigan, having never
lived more than a few minutes away from it.
No matter the location, the result’s the same:
Tossed about on the waves, washed up on
a pebbled beach, waking as a castaway.
Then slapping the alarm clock, out of bed
and into the shower, being in complete
control of that water, if nothing else.

Paul Scot August

(Originally published in Connotation Press: An Online Artifact – Issue V, Vol III, January 2012)

Railroad Bridge, Rice Lake, Wisconsin on Whale Sound

Posted in My Poems on October 8, 2011 by paulscotaugust

Listen to Nic Sebastion read my poem “Railroad Bridge, Rice Lake, Wisconsin” on Whale Sound.

A short Interview and Three New Poems are up on Connotation Press!

Posted in My Poems on September 16, 2011 by paulscotaugust

Three new poems: Almost Blue, How to Influence Your Dreams, and On Water Heavy Nights can be found, along with a short interview with me by Nicelle Davis, on Connotation Press: An Online Artifact.

Connotation’s Editor Ken Robidoux writes: Paul Scot August is in our Poetry column this month with three new poems and a great interview conducted by Associate Poetry editor Nicelle Davis. This set of Paul’s poems are characterized by some catch and release rhythms that are grounding while the narrative rips through existential reflections. Great combination. Thanks Paul and Nicelle! Connotation Press: Almost Blue

Poetry Editor Kaitlin Hillenbrand writes that I bring to the column three water-, memory-, and dream- filled poems that made my heart hurt but filled me with music and the sound of the ocean. I’ve scratched sad music into the sand, watched waves at night, and joyfully inspected and rearranged driftwood and other little treasures the ocean deposited on the sand, and Mr. August’s poems brought me right back to these times as he, in delicate detail, related memories by both dredging them up and attempting to momentarily drown them.

And be sure to check out the rest of the poets published there!

Big thanks to Nicelle Davis and Kaitlin Hillenbrand.

Pelicans

Posted in My Poems on July 23, 2011 by paulscotaugust

Pelicans

The top of my world shimmers with danger
as three black shadows cross the blue-gray
surface of all that I know. We are warned
about the long-beaks, the way they scoop
our brothers and sisters from our ranks.
The elders call them Death From Above.
Yet still I have the desire, late in the day,
to start from the bottom silt, swim upwards
with all my might, and break thru the plane
into the vast unknowing, see for myself all
that the Great One has created and placed,
like a cruel joke, just outside of my reach.

Paul Scot August

Published in Bending Light Into Verse II by Jennifer Tomaloff