Steven
Miller was named “Best House Painter in
Tough, virile, spare, blue-collar,
defiantly local, excited, questioning and indirect—these are some of
the words
I’d use to describe Steve Miller’s work. I know him from the Wednesday
night
workshop, where he is a thoughtful and dedicated critic. His taut,
confidently
crafted poems are suffused with danger and insight and vivid social
commentary.
Sometimes these poems are as edgy as rap lyrics. And they always offer
a unique
combination of slice-of-life street wisdom, on the one hand, and deep
preoccupation with style, on the other. It is a wise and vital voice we
hear
each time we pick up one his poems, or have the privilege to listen to
him
perform them.
Debbie's saying shaking hands
with people with AIDS
might as well kill yourself
and Andy always gets
to ride shotgun
poised as a cut tree
not falling
the road dips at the clearing
where power lines throw
shadows on the marsh planks
a hawk dodges - crow in tow
tormented and shadowed
past his territory
the ribbon of road rises at the rocks
funnels my brain past the memory
of the MG flipped in the brush
the easiest place to be beheaded
at the turnaround
fire roads worn into a
mental map take us down
there aren't any rangers here
now, when we skinny dip at
Maltby Lakes,
throw cigarettes at the stars
on the water.
Steven Miller was a Featured Poet who read his poetry at the June 2012 Second Sunday Poetry Series