Joanne the Poet - The Poetry of Joanne M. Clarkson

Sonnet in The Heartland Review

This past year I have been reading and experimenting with various kinds of sonnets. The Modern Sonnet is complex and intriguing. Of those I have produced, this is the first one I have had published. It appeared recently in the Fall 2021 Issue of The Heartland Review. My sonnet is titled “Seeing Soul Is Not the Same as Seeing Ghosts.” It does have 14 lines – which seems to be the most consistently employed sonnet trait, beyond rhyme scheme and syllabic line. I use some off-rhyme which I enjoy in poetry. Thank you to Mick Kennedy, Editor, and the editorial assistants of this excellent publication.

Poets Respond to Art at Northwind Gallery’s Ekphrastic Event

Our Northwind Art Gallery in Port Townsend hosts a cool event every August. Poets are invited into the gallery to choose a piece of art and write about it. Participating poets then get to share their verse in front of the painting or sculpture during a special reading. Due to Covid, this year the poems are read by their authors online on the Northwind YouTube page.

I am so excited to be part of this event! My poem is entitled “Pandora 2021” and is in response to Margaret Woodcock’s collage, “Remains of Pandora’s Box.” You can experience it at:

Hospice Poem in The Healing Muse

My poem, “The Last Piece,” is in Volume 21, Number 1 – Fall 2021 of The Healing Muse, the literary journal of the Center for Bioethics and Humanities associated with SUNY Upstate Medical University. This is a very real poem derived from my experience as a Hospice RN. When I visited homes of the dying I often found jigsaw puzzles! They gave the carers, visitors and even the patient, something specific to do.

I specifically remember Karl’s home in a remote wooded area. His family got him the most beautiful puzzles mostly on animal themes since Karl loved all creatures. I mentioned to him one day that I saw puzzles in other homes also. He came up with the idea of trading puzzles and gave me a boxload of jigsaws he and his family had previously enjoyed putting together. He told me to give them away to other patients and families and if they wanted to donate some in return, that was fine.

My Hospice families loved Karl’s idea and I carried puzzles around in the back of my car for those who wanted to try one or trade.

Karl’s favorite was the puzzle of a beautiful wolf. Karl’s daughter kept this one and after his passing glued it to a board and framed it.

I was continually amazed by the generosity and kindness and ingenuity of those I served during my Hospice years.

Grandmothering Anthology

I was surprised and thrilled to receive my copy of Grandmothers & Grandmothering, Creative and Critical Contemplations in Honour of our Women Elders in the mail yesterday. It is published by Demeter, a feminist press in Ontario. I have my own chapter called My Esther: Darkness and the Shine and my poems are mostly about my grandmother who was indeed a complex person. These poems were accepted in 2017 and I had wondered what had become of the publication. Then suddenly it is here. Most of the articles are of a scholarly nature, exploring through a multicultural lens, all sorts of female lineage relationships. Besides the poems about Esther, I also have 2 about myself as a grandmother, one of my most cherished roles in this life.

Passager Honorable Mention

My poem “Sacred” received an Honorable Mention in Passager Poetry Journal’s 2021 annual contest and just appeared in their fall issue. The poem is about a strange circle that appeared in the grasses of a vacant lot. Standing in the middle of the circle I honestly felt motion and an eerie rhythm. The poem speculates about the origin and meaning of this (possibly) mystic marking. It is the final poem in the journal and seems appropriate there. Thank you, Editors!

We’Moon 2022

The We’Moon datebook for 2022 whose theme is “The Magical Dark” has just arrived. I am honored to have a poem among the beautiful and inspiring art and writings. My poem is title “Night Mare” and is a somewhat true dream/vision and is in February. The datebook is available at many bookstores including Radiance in Olympia and Phoenix Rising in Olympia. Or the datebook and wall calendar can both be ordered online at www.wemoon.ws. These publications are treasures. There is so much information about moon cycles and astrology. And the beautiful pieces are uplifting. I have used this as my desk calendar for years. Thank you, dedicated editors!

“Hospice Swans” Published

My poem, “Hospice Swans,” is now available to read on the Months to Years journal website www.monthstoyears.org. To see it now, click on New Work, and then on the photo of swans. In about a month, it will appear in the online and print versions of the Fall 2021 issue.

It took me years to compose this poem and polish it to get it right. It is, of course, a true story from my Hospice days. I really did arrive for each of my nursing visits hoping to see the swans that the patient and her husband talked so much about. The land they owned was beautiful, as was their loving devotion to each other. The swans, obviously, became a metaphor for approaching death.

In crafting this poem I wanted to capture what it is like to wait for something unknown that was bound to arrive. And the swans that never came seemed like how quietly, beyond all our efforts, death descends, but unseen. I am so grateful to the editors of Months to Years for giving this poem a home — and for all the wonderful work they do to help others express the experience of passing in the ways most important and personal to them.

Poem in Talking River Review, Spring 2021

My poem “Twenty Minutes” is in the 50th issue of Talking River Review, the literary journal of Lewis-Clark State College. The poem is about a young man that I admired a great deal who died a tragic death. What is commemorated, however, is his courageous life. I feel so honored to have my poem included in this dynamic, beautifully printed publication. And I hope my words do some measure of justice to all Travis contributed during his brief lifetime.