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"Skogskrogen" in Tidningen Kulturen

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Mon, 07 May 2012 07:24:00 +0000

I am happy that my short story "Skogsskogen" just have been published in Tidningen Kulturen. You will find it right here. It is Swedish. Sorry that you have to know this language to be able to read it.

Many thanks to editor Freke Räihä.

Lush Has Gone Live!

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Thu, 12 Apr 2012 15:09:00 +0000

Lush is now available for purchase at Lulu.com. A lovely collection of poetry and prose. You will find it right here.

Rufous Press’ latest publication Lush contains poetry by John Swain, Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, Jennifer Lemming, Kevin Ridgeway, Rachel Kellum, Akeith Walters, Tobi Cogswell, Elvis Alves, David Svenson, Ariane Lewis, Cameron Scott, prose poetry by bruno neiva and prose by Matt Galletta, me and Ande Enochsson. Blurb texts (see below) by Kathleen Maher, Megan Duffy and A.g. Synclair.

Juniperus Flamenco: Reviews

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Wed, 07 Mar 2012 13:21:00 +0000

Kevin Ridgeway, the brilliant writer, has written this beautiful review of Juniperus Flamenco. You can read it under the book cover image right here.

The excellent poet Akeith Walters has also written a wonderful review of the book. You can read it here.

Thanks Kevin and Akeith for your kind words!!

You can purchase a copy of Juniperus Flamenco right here.

Raspberry Read

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 09:59:00 +0000

Raspberry Read is a valuable resource for poets, short story writers, novelists, editors and readers. It is a website dedicated to independent publication and small presses.

Check it out right here.

Over Yonder

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Mon, 20 Feb 2012 14:33:00 +0000

Over Yonder is now available at Lulu.com. You will find both this title and Juniperus Flamenco right here.

This paperback is an anthology of poetry and prose written by American and Swedish writers. We editors can promise you an exciting, great read!

It contains poems and prose from Tobi Cogswell, Kevin Ridgeway, Cameron Scott, Megan Duffy, Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, Ariane Lewis, Raymond Farr, Philip Byron Oakes, John Swain, Elvis Alves, Christopher Woods, Akeith Walters, Neil Ellman, John Yamrus, Chris Fradkin, Matt Galletta, Jesse S. Mitchell, Daniel Harnsberger, Jennifer Lemming, William Males, Jonas Bengt Svensson, Tomas Klas Ekström, Stina Nilsson, Andreas Andersson, Freke Räihä, Leif Holmstrand, Kristian Carlsson, Håkan Eklund, Mattias Renberg, KG Johansson, Augustin Erba, Ande Enochsson, Jenny Enochsson and cover art by Eleanor Leonne Bennett.

Cheers,

Jenny

Juniperus Flamenco

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 12:35:00 +0000

Juniperus Flamenco has just gone live!

This is a collection of poems in English written by me and the hubby Ande. You will find it right here. Check it out!

Over Yonder, the anthology of American and Swedish writers, will be out pretty soon too.

Cheers,

Jenny

Tidningen Kulturen

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 08:53:00 +0000

My short story "Rödvinsfläckar" (written in Swedish) appears in the online mag Tidningen Kulturen.

Catapult to Mars

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 09:05:00 +0000

One of my poems appears at Catapult to Mars today. Thank you, Gordon! Gordon Mason is a great poet and editor and publishes poems at Catapult to Mars on a rolling schedule. If you have not done so already, check out this brilliant and many-sided site.

Red Poppy Review

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 13:30:00 +0000

Many thanks to Editor Sandy Benitez at Red Poppy Review for publishing two of my poems. Red Poppy Review is an excellent literary art journal; the site is just as beautiful as the name suggests, so check it out.

Winter Solstice

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Sun, 02 Jan 2011 08:46:00 +0000

snowed over trees ruffled up birds

a woman in embroidered boots

sunshine through the lark trunks

so mild that she can look at it

without hurting her eyes

a man strolling up the hill

bronze-coloured eyes

and wax-blond mop

his sheepskin coat smells

like a greasy kitchen ventilator

throbbing sweatglands

melting deodorant crystals

a large cat in a whitebeam

ear tufts like antennae

claws starts playing with hair

tracks of paws and hooves

a bullfinch’s steam whistling song

the sun turns crimson

brass bells from a sleigh

ardennes embossed runners

a person with a muddy grey look

allied to a distant sea

Vintersolståndet

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Sun, 02 Jan 2011 08:45:00 +0000

översnöade träd uppburrade fåglar

en kvinna i broderade stövlar

solsken genom lärkstammarna

så milt att hon kan se på det

utan att få ont i ögonen

en man traskande uppför backen

bronsfärgade ögon

och vaxblond kalufs

hans fårskinnspäls luktar

oljig köksfläkt

bultande svettkörtlar

smältande deodorantkristaller

en stor katt i en oxel

örontofsar som antenner

klor börjar leka med hår

spår av tassar och klövar

en domherres ångvisslande sång

solen blir karmosinröd

mässingsklockor från en släde

ardennerhästar buckliga medar

en person med grumlig grå blick

allierad med ett avlägset hav

The Shadow Play Producer

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 14:29:00 +0000

the shadow play producer’s

slender but crooked fingers

and neat paper silhouettes

grow and shrink for the last time

in the brick library

oak brass indigo tea steam

phlegmatic applause

he makes his exit

while man with wild duck in basket

makes his appearance

door creaking fox fleeing into bush

retro cab passing under retro lamppost

two afghan hounds running after it

their paws hardly touch the ground

frost fog diluted with soot

icy through respiratory passages

the shadow play producer’s green coat

with black pompoms becomes visible

then his rye flour complexion

rime in nostril hair

pine-needles becoming blue

all frost no snow yet

Skuggspelsregisören

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 14:28:00 +0000

skuggspelsregisörens

gracila men krokiga fingrar

och prydliga papperssilhuetter

växer and krymper för sista gången

i tegelbiblioteket

ek mässing indigo teånga

flegmatiska applåder

han gör sin sorti

medan man med and i korg

gör sin entré

dörrgnissel räv flyende in i buske

retrodroska passerande under retrolyktstolpe

två afghanhundar springande efter den

deras tassar rör knappt marken

frostdimma utspädd med sot

isande genom luftvägar

skuggspelsregisörens gröna rock

med svarta tofsar blir synlig

sedan hans rågmjölshy

rimfrost i näshår

tallbarr blånande

idel frost ingen snö ännu

Frost Down

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 18:49:00 +0000

nordic afternoon night

the sun is fast asleep at three

moon smoke tar sky

boulders like wild sheep

dung-smelling tree fungus

the whitebeam’s cool tissue

the moss’ bronchitis breath

his hair swelling like wet wool

bare feet cold floors

his back against the fire

puffs like glowing glass splinters

turning by the tip of his nose

his whistling the rhythmic flames

your stubble has started to grow

abnormally fast lately she says

her almond scent is stronger now

outside the frost down is spreading

Frostfjun

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 18:48:00 +0000

nordisk eftermiddagsnatt

solen sover djupt vid tre

månrök tjärhimmel

stenbumlingar som vildfår

dyngluktande trädsvamp

oxelns svala vävnad

mossans bronkitandetag

hans hår svällande som blöt ull

bara fötter kalla golv

hans ryggtavla emot elden

puffar som glödande glassplitter

vändande vid hans nästipp

hans visslande de rytmiska lågorna

din skäggstubb har börjat växa

abnormt snabbt på sistone säger hon

hennes mandeldoft är starkare nu

utanför sprider sig frostfjunen

Alder

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 16:32:00 +0000

beyond wet stubble-field

is the woodland pub

with rusty fog oiled window hinges

man with teeth like grains of maize

carries tin pail

with lukewarm raspberry juice

to the half blind heron

by the riverbank

tree silhouettes like celtic cheek bones

and jawlines visible when leaves fall

stage filled with bursting acorns

drumhead elastic like eyelids

flute rising over sleeping algae

below flight of swans

dancing selenite-white kid

with branch horns

pub guests drinking ale

or raspberry wine with seed crackle

in green venetian glass cups

cat with frosty savannah gaze

walks across a hill

Al

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 16:31:00 +0000

bortom slabbig stubbåker

ligger skogskrogen

med rostiga dimoljade fönstergångjärn

man med tänder som majskorn

bär på bleckämbar

med ljummen hallonjuice

till den halvblinda hägern

vid flodbanken

trädsilhuetter som keltiska kindben

och käklinjer synliga när blad faller

scen fylld av briserande ekollon

trumskinn elastiskt som ögonlock

flöjt stigande över sovande alger

nedanför svansträck

dansande selenitvit killing

med grenhorn

pubgäster drickande ale

eller hallonvin med kärnknaster

i gröna venetianska glasbägare

katt med frostig savannblick

går över en kulle

avlägsen trumma molnljus

alkottar i hans hår

sulfitånga kring benstjälkar

Pit Valley

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 18:03:00 +0000

a woodpecker petrified on
pine when she sees a raven
in the dusky mother-of-pearl sky
his wing tips just dipped
in glitter paint now looking at his
reflection in the channel blind to
the straight new functionalism houses
in tooth-white and peppermint below

goat compliantly hanging out with
flock of sheep but his glands’ odour
still reaches nasal mucous membranes
a stench preferable to the mine’s farts
thinks sheltie with malachite necklace
and uneven teeth and sticks its tongue out
at rectangular rottweiler
in the charred pit valley.

© 2010 Jenny Enochsson

Gruvdal

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 18:01:00 +0000

en hackspett förstenad på
tall när hon ser en korp
i den dunkla pärlemorhimlen
hans vingspetsar nyss doppade
i glitterfärg nu betraktande sin
spegelbild i kanalen blind för
de raka nyfunktionalismhusen
i tandvitt och pepparmint nedanför

get håller eftergivet till i
fårskock men hans körtlars odör
når fortfarande nässlemhinnor
en stank att föredra framför gruvfisar
tänker sheltie med malakithalsband
och ojämna tänder och räcker ut tungan
åt rektangulär rottweiler
i den förkolade gruvdalen.

© 2010 Jenny Enochsson

Wine Foam

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 18:33:00 +0000

a meadow no frost yet but later

it will look like rimfaxe’s mane

she enters the aspen grove

haze like fine wine foam

out of cool cymbals

through thick vegetation

smoke from ground nostrils

dark spinel-coloured sky

slumbering trees

snoring raven on a branch

humid lantern light

there are no will-o’-the-wisps

in these woods

his witch hazel scent sap breath

new skin like fresh drumhead

Vinskum

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 18:32:00 +0000

en äng ingen frost ännu men senare

kommer den att likna rimfaxes man

hon träder in i aspdungen

dis likt fint vinskum

ur kyliga cymbaler

genom tät vegetation

rök från marknäsborrar

mörk spinellfärgad himmel

slumrande träd

snarkande korp på en gren

fuktigt lyktsken

det finns inga irrbloss

i dessa skogar

hans trollhasseldoft savandedräkt

ny hud som färskt trumskinn

Wood Warbler Blues

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Fri, 10 Sep 2010 18:45:00 +0000

wood warbler on ash twig
lingering and singing its
late chlorophyll song
below the ridge swollen
ears of corn above
water-soaked ground

a sandy he-goat resting
under a larch-tree
a band playing gong dong horn
and jew’s harp upon a hill where
venom drops were spilled
during ancient blade times.

© Jenny Enochsson 2010

Grönsångarblues

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Fri, 10 Sep 2010 18:40:00 +0000

grönsångare på askkvist
kvardröjande och sjungande sin
sena klorofyllsång
nedanför åsen svullna
sädesax ovanför
vattendränkt mark

en rödblond getabock vilande
under ett lärkträd
ett band spelande gongdång horn
och mungiga på en kulle där
etterdroppar spilldes
under klingtider.

© Jenny Enochsson 2010

Pixiphone

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 13:45:00 +0000

hilly riverbank with wobbling tops
ivy growing in stratocumulus patterns
on the woodland pub’s stone walls
amber-coloured panes of glass
bordered with blood-red crystals

the rosé dusks have been sucked up
by the cracks in the unfinished wooden tables
by the guests’ panting pores
by greedy cep spores

pixiphone from an open window
a man in suede moccasins and blond beard
drinking mud-thick home-brewed apple cider
waving at a half-blind heron
that is resting on his green velvet cloak
and sipping fermented raspberry juice
from a lady’s mantle

thousand old trumpets
choked by ancient algal blooms
the wind blowing through drifts
of scales snot hair and leaves.

© 2010 Jenny Enochsson

Pixiphone

noreply@blogger.com (Jenny Enochsson) — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 13:44:00 +0000

kullig flodstrand med dallrande krön
murgröna växande i stratocumulusmönster
på skogskrogens stenväggar
bärnstensfärgade glasrutor
kantade med blodröda kristaller

rosévinsskymningarna har sugits upp
av sprickorna i de obehandlade träborden
av gästernas flämtande porer
av giriga stensoppssporer

pixiphone från ett öppet fönster
en man i mockamockasiner och blont skägg
drickande dytjock hembryggd äppelcider
vinkande åt en halvblind häger
som vilar på hans gröna sammetsmantel
och smuttar på jäst hallonjuice
ur en daggkåpa

tusen gamla trumpeter
kvävda av forntida algblomningar
vinden blåsande genom drivor
av hudflagor snor hår och blad.

© 2010 Jenny Enochsson