Mark Danowsky

Mark Danowsky is author of the poetry collection As Falls Trees (NightBallet Press, 2018). He is also the author of Nightfall, Becoming aware of the tide and Careen microchaps published by Origami Poems Project. His poems have appeared in Eunoia Review, Gargoyle, The Healing Muse, The New Verse News, Peacock Journal, and elsewhere.

He’s Managing Editor for the Schuylkill Valley Journal ( http://www.svjlit.com/ ).

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► Mark's Origami microchaps & poems are below. Click titles to download the one-page PDF micro-chapbook.

Origami Microchap	Selected Poems
Endless Love
Click title to download PDF micro Cover collage by JanK •	Sensuous I see pain Want to offer pleasure Purple Magnolia blossoms Scattered Petal angels Linger that scent on your hands after arranging tomatoes Nudges If only I could know all the ways to make your day just that much better	negative spaces like the time your loved one sleeps on your chest while you lie awake feeling the minutes pass perhaps in significant discomfort still you dare not shift as what will be remembered is only the moment stirred from gentle bliss Liberation Skin to skin, we write a poem that has nothing to do with the act, itself a kind of poem, though not one I’m eager to categorize as free or formed—instead let’s try and focus on the facts: goodness in the moment, light scintillating without concern for direction [ your nude figure ] your nude figure draped across me shadowed contours on display I read in near dark just convinced this is one form of unity • Mark Danowsky © 2021
Careen
Click title to download PDF microchap Cover art 'Underwater' by Lauri Burke w/collage by JanK	in the car I see I am number three on speed dial Quota This sad human need to know so many people out there love me love me in a given moment or else I'm shattered mind and body break against the shoreline of a hungry black hole Hold The Line Staying on the line until you fall asleep I do not know what I get out of this I may be getting a handle on when to walk away Lovelorn must be nice when we pine after each other for good reasons	[how many trips now] how many trips now I go & leave behind a person with feelings I am unsure I can reciprocate Blip The day closes in I’m still Unchosen Losing to myself Over nothing Never planning If I can help I don’t Think about some day I’ll leave you In orbit • Mark Danowsky © 2020
Nightfallen
Click title to download PDF microchap Cover art Begin. End. Again. Again #9 by Jason Hancock (Read about Jason on his Artist Page) Every Origami Micro-chapbook may be printed, for free, from this website. •	Night Spaces I get up to use the bathroom and all is dark. No little red or green points of light only the blue beams seen from the stovetop at the right angle. This has not happened since we lived in Autumn Park after graduation. Before the advent of Smartphones. Before we had a decent coffeemaker or wireless towers, routers, printers—friends I sometimes try to make them when I can’t find sleep and end up sitting in near darkness among the false stars. - Night Spaces was published in Cordite, Issue 49 (2015) Recluse At first, no signs of trouble. Then odd patterns emerged. Hours after the incident the site turned black sloughed off left depression. - Recluse published in Right Hand Pointing, Issue 83 (2015) Dark Remix Unbearable quiet except in my head where songs & shows loop fragments - Dark Remix published in ALBA: The Journal of Short Poetry, Issue 29 (2015) *	Before sleep takes I close my eyes trying to sleep but the faceless lean in whisper & I bend my ear to humor them - Before Sleep Takes published in ALBA: The Journal of Short Poetry, Issue 25 (2013) - The City is a River 8 cops showed up on a work night shined spotlights on the dumpster & fire escapes out back then departed within minutes leaving behind the last moments before bedtime - The City is a River was published in Right Hand Pointing, Issues 63 & 64 (2013) The Dose Not Taken A robin’s egg blue pill sits on the edge of the bathroom sink breaking down a little more daily until it’s nothing more than a white powder waiting for a brush of wind as we pass by or a wag of the dog’s tail to be forgotten - The Dose Not Taken published in The Broadkill Review (2016) * Mark Danowsky © 2016
Becoming aware of the tide
Cover: Calling Down the Moon by Lauri Burke — ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Downhill Drift – Gyroscope Review (Issue 16-1, Jan. 2016) The New Navigator – Mobius: The Journal of Social Change (Winter 2014 - Vol. 25, No. 4) Becoming Aware of the Tide – Burningword Literary Journal (Jan. 2016 issue) •	The White Horse in Lone Pine On the return trip to Moon Pennsylvania where the airport is we spot a white horse in Lone Pine gallop from mountainside clearing into dense leafless forest After not seeing each other for 8 years I want to find meaning as if absence and presence mirror types of experience or not knowing when there will be a next time • Downhill Drift A church sign reminds me If you are coasting then you are going downhill as if the penny in the handgrip of the driver’s side door slow sliding was not selfevident we heathens can coast while mindful - Becoming Aware of the Tide Just today I feel older Driving to the vet Driving 17 miles for a hat I left behind at a monthly meeting rock album - Listening to a folk awash in distracted serenity Ebbing as soon as it draws attention • Mark Danowsky © 2016	The New Navigator Our moods do not believe in each other. - Emerson The car’s computer keeps on switching tracks, insistent insistent, one moment I want to learn the next, relax, sit back listen to building music. It never plays anything heavy or fast — or lets me lend a hand not since the speeding incident two Thanksgivings ago. If only we had options to override like the good old days when everything went wrong all the time but we knew what it meant to be made by us. - Accidental Pine Warblers in the Superstore Parking Lot There were two pine warblers in one of four stunted elms sequestered in the parking lot When I returned to refill xanax I found one dead on the asphalt but saw nothing of a mate A deer path runs thru our yard and five show as I write as if to speak loud we are kin •

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