As we approach Labor Day and the near-end of summer travels, we have the rare good fortune of traveling a ways with Star Black. We have been blessed by a trilogy of Star’s poems this year and are equally blessed to have her insights into the imprint that a trip can leave upon us.  Enjoy this last Sunday before the big weekend in the quiet company of a great poet.



Thruway towns, frazzling compressions of whatnots,
their pancake palaces, body parts, laundromatic signs,
draw me away, in depletions of supplies, from driftwood
haunts of the seashell’s call, undinal and unsurprised

by invention.  The surf-shocked rocks that underlie proud
claims of every settlement still meet the bash of waves
unmoved.  The tremulous salt sway that immures the earth
is contained by monodies of stone, so amid the clatterings

of parking stalls runs the thruway only surf prevents from
going on and on.  I leave and return, heavy with commodities,
shower the visible from my body in U-turns of soap.  The

stone night descends, stills mechanical errors of thought,
stubbly quandaries. It rocks the continent in me against
those bounding swells, fanned by loops of hungry gulls.


Reprinted with permission of the poet.

Author Photo(c) by Chip CooperStar Black’s sixth book of poems, Velleity’s Shade, was released by Saturnalia Books in 2010. She is the author of three books of sonnets: Waterworn, Balefire, and Ghostwood; a collection of double-sestinas, Double Time; and a book of collaged free verse, October for Idas. Her poems have been anthologized in The Penguin Book of the Sonnet; 110 Stories: New York Writers After September 11, and The Best American Erotic Poems: From 1880 to the Present. Her collages and handmade books were exhibited at Poets House and The Center for Book Arts. She teaches in the MFA Writing and Literature Program at Stony Brook Southampton and works in New York City as a photographer. Author Photo by Chip Cooper.

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