Karen Garthe, author of Frayed escort, has published in numerous literary journals, including Chicago Review, New American Writing, American Letters & Commentary, VOLT and Fence. Frayed escort is the winner of the 2005 Colorado Prize, selected by Cal Bedient.

Links:

Frayed Escort on Amazon.com
Colorado Review

"The Nomination" and "Frayed escort," are from the book Frayed escort. The third poem "Andrew, all bespoke" is from a new project titled National Sky.

Three Poems by Karen Garthe


THE NOMINATION

In the Vietnam café, in mostly looped French

There is a manual of the world’s originally indigenous

Vernacular idea

A patent all worry snows in the café and ranges over
         (you in your Prague wools
            are also
               Castled there)

         Je ne caresserai pas L’Érudit, that Child Lord
Horus with his hoop of stars and his finger in his mouth
Who could thus
Preternaturally
Still our ranks

or trade the deep thumbmarks of Old Cross for a rictus modern
Nevermind

Apostle
of Broad Geometry

I will not pet the scholar with his washer of stars
In the café in glittering duck fat and beer

French toggles in the neck position, my ears flutter shut
                                                            in a stretch
               and the spine of the world’s original
         Premise
         Vernacular idea

His finger in his mouth can sneeze

Our little death



Frayed escort


               Corrections
               Bully
the animals of the odds, a child’s
Rigid Christian

Bread drifts, the wine hauls its chambers
         Old Love takes a sibling
Companion

Tongues lost to Her Rake
               trigs
         of Her
wisdom struck its difficulty
struck
(its way

sleep    - if you even have a body
Mortgaged,
>confide)

Troubled odds at the end of laughing

Not a day goes by without them mastering
how to throw themselves into blue’s old blue
         Frayed escort,

inched from you I'm ransoming



Andrew, all bespoke


                 Recreates loneliness
            of the necessary
           past
                heart hurt
                             rings
                             circling        high in the vortex  of V or pinnacle, I continue
           to wreathe
                    the lie, you remove
    the truth

fat grouse of speckles unspelling its design    tray for runneth
    and ash
drifting to my pills       No, Granddaddy, you come with me

sleep is undeserved        palpitations have spent their delicacy, now they
ride out time


                                                                     The sill’s bowed from settling I fear
                                                           the righteous remove from reason

                                                & Andrew --- whose jabot and
                                                                               puff
                                build-out
the edge of luxury recused from crime
                                 newsy exhales

                                 erotic posting airs on air

                                           up & down
                                                the heart hurt stairs     that Andrew, all bespoke

                                                    Eclipse of Effort     That Hurt Form