Thursday, January 5, 2012

First Breath

Shot from canal
we land naked
awash in blood

no boundaries
that we might touch
to get our bearings

Cold air slaps us
To breathe, we cry
and so begins

instructionless
experiment
we call a life


©Barbara Moore, Co-Editor
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Post-squabble


So you look in the mirror and
you say to yourself, who is she?

In the even
moments, amid the strife
Of a sister-fight,

I tell her:

I have to say I only
Have a certain amount of time

And I don't want to waste it
On this, my sister

So here is what you need to know:

Avoid the subterfuge
For it will be your Waterloo
In the end all we, and

You, have is the mighty
Surgical sword of
Feeling and the near-certainty that
We know all that which
We're unable to put into

The words we need to find
To share.

So in this wild night, the moon
Hangs like a gong, you strike
That surface, vibrating in the waves of sound and light
That oscillate out into the
Universe.

We only have our heaven's slot,
A porous, fragile gathering ground
And whether we dwell or visit here,

If there is no knowing, let us find another

Us.




©Wrexie Bardaglio, Co-Editor

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Monday, November 14, 2011

Spiracle Journal Volume I Issue No. 1


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Inaugural Top 7 Poets


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Editorial

Venting Re. In. Vented.

It is with such great pleasure that we introduce to you not Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band but our spanking new publication – Spiracle Journal – as important to us as the aforementioned album must have been to the Beatles.


Much of our excitement stems from the idea of creating a different kind of journal than  the ones we are used to seeing – something alive and kicking. There are several tiers to our endeavor – the website itself, the actual journal and a Facebook group.

On the website itself, we co-editors Wrexie Bardaglio, Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.  and Barbara Moore – keep a running journal of our thoughts and observations in the form of prose as well as poetry. We invite you all to join us as members and follow our activities – enriching our journal entries by adding on to them in the comment areas provided.

This brings us to the publication itself – Spiracle Journal. You may be wondering how we chose our name? It was originally the brainstorm of Emeniano, as was the initial concept  for the journal. To use his words “I wanted something clinical and scientific to “metaphorize” the all too obvious breathing problem of the creative collective.” Since a spiracle is a respiratory aperture, the name fit.... more


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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Poet Profile

Dd. Spungin: In Her Own Write
With a nod of thanks to John Lennon
Interview by Wrexie Bardaglio


It is 5:15 pm on the east coast; the time I said I would telephone Spiracle’s first featured poet. Although I have done plenty of interviews with people for other publications, I have never conducted one as part of writing a profile for a publication that is, well, more or less mine. This time, however, I am excited to speak with her, this poet; we share a passion for the glory and energy and urgent beauty that is the written word as poetry. No one has assigned a subject to me. I do not have to do a cram course in physics, or airplane wing construction, or the Peace Corps in Nepal. I get to talk to a woman whose work I deeply admire, and already I know we want to talk about the same things.


I dial her number, and there she is, right in the room with me, nothing awkward, and I think here we are, two women about to start gabbing. But first, I really want to know about her name; with a name like mine, I have a different sort of need to know. I ask her – are you “Dee,” “Dee-Dee” or “Doreen?” Why did I think there would be an easy answer?  “Well,” she says, “I write as Dd Spungin.” Okay, got that. “Some of my friends call me D in our e-mail and online chats.” Alright. “And when I am talking with someone on the phone, I am Doreen.” I was in a muddle, trying to sort out what to call this poet and realize I had no idea when I telephoned her. Doreen it is; lovely.... more


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