Charleston Currents

8/6, full issue: Charleston’s rooftop bars; Great S.C. books; Palmetto Poem

IN THE AUG. 6 ISSUE:
FOCUS, Crossley: Rooftop bars offer great views of Holy City
COMMENTARY, Brack: S.C. leaders suggest history, fiction titles for summer reading
IN THE SPOTLIGHT: Charleston RiverDogs
PALMETTO POEM, Gold: If, Then
GOOD NEWS: Red Cross has emergency need for more blood
WHAT WE LOVE: Tell us what you love about the Lowcountry
FEEDBACK: Two say column on lynching markers was right on point
MYSTERY PHOTO: Tall structure may be a clue
S.C. ENCYCLOPEDIA: Josephine Pinckney
CALENDAR, Aug. 6+: Art, tours, engagement and more

by Charleston Currents · 08/06/2018 · Comments are Disabled · Full issue

WHAT WE LOVE: Pluff mud in the morning

Charleston nature lover and poet Tracee Clapper sent along this poem to “express my love for pluff mud in the morning. :)”

Hip waders, mist nets and sparrow banding make for the best early mornings …

by Charleston Currents · 07/16/2018 · Comments are Disabled · What We Love

PALMETTO POEM: I Wish You Black Sons

after Lucille Clifton | For people who believe: # Black Lives Don’t Matter

By Glenis Redmond, special to Charleston Currents

I wish you the ability to bear only black fruit
I wish you only sons
I wish them black
spilled from your loins like black ink
I wish you code words like: inner city urban hip-hop
I wish you Baltimore, DC, Newark, Philly, Ferguson, Charleston, Charlotte
and Greenville and so on…

by Palmetto Poem · 10/03/2016 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem

PALMETTO POEM: Charleston childhood montage

By Jacqueline Johnson

Your garden is as wild as one
of Bearden’s conjure women’s.
Lush with collards, roses, lilies,
hydrangea, figs and japonica.
One summer found me walking
concrete, dusty path to your front steps.

by Palmetto Poem · 09/12/2016 · 3 comments · Features, Palmetto Poem

POEMS: Three from nationally-known poet Richard Garcia

Enjoy three short poems by award-winning poet Richard Garcia, who won the 2016 Press 53 award for Porridge. He is the author of six books or poetry, recently The Other Odyssey, from Dream Horse Press, and The Chair, from BOA, both published in 2014. His poems have appeared in many journals, including The Georgia Review and Spillway, and in anthologies such as The Pushcart Prize and Best American Poetry. He lives in Charleston, S.C., with his wife Katherine and their dog Max. He is on the staff of the Antioch Low Residency MFA in Los Angeles.

by Palmetto Poem · 05/01/2016 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem

PALMETTO POEM: Charcoal

Palmetto Poem by Vera Gómez

Charcoal can be found almost anywhere
there has been fire. Among the ash,
dust to dust, among the embers set aglow.
Almost anywhere: in the streak
of teared-lace mascara, in the remnant
of a striked match, in the man cremated.

by Palmetto Poem · 04/04/2016 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem

PALMETTO POEM: I heard irises blooming

Al Black: By Al Black

Yesterday, in her voice
I heard a little girl who
walked rows of beans
picking worms from the vine
to plop in a tobacco can

by Palmetto Poem · 01/04/2016 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem

12/7: Families helping families, Palmetto Priorities, “A Christmas Apron”

In the Dec. 7, 2015, issue of Charleston Currents:
https://charlestoncurrents.com/2015/12/dec7-issue/

PHOTO: Holiday cinch
FOCUS, Steve Skardon: Help for flood victims over holidays
BRACK: Legislature needs more strategic, long-term thinking
IN THE SPOTLIGHT: Charleston Green Commercial
PALMETTO POEM, Marjory Wentworth: The Christmas Apron
GOOD NEWS: Pinckney, Haley, Riley to be honored
FEEDBACK: Likes Haley on immigration
CALENDAR, Dec. 7+: A Christmas Story, holiday lights, more
MYSTERY: Maritime pastoral scene
S.C. ENCYCLOPEDIA: The New Deal

by Charleston Currents · 12/07/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Full issue

POEM: Written at the North

By Samuel Henry Dickson

I sigh for the land of the Cypress and Pine,
Where the Jessamine blooms, and the gay Woodbine;
Where the moss droops low from the green Oak tree,
Oh! that sunbright land is the land for me.

by Palmetto Poem · 11/09/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem

POEM: My Poems

Joanna Crowell: “He asks, ‘What do you with your poems?’

“I play with them. I fight with them. I flirt with them. I avert from them. I dress up for them. I am stripped down by them. I skinny dip into them. I dance naked on them. Yeah, I even get jiggy wit’ em! I sing the blues out of them. I pour the joy back into them. I open my French doors for them. I abstain from them. I get wet waiting for them. I am a drunken fool for them. I take twelve steps toward them. I am sobered by them.”

by Palmetto Poem · 06/01/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem