Image source: Wikimedia Commons
Aerial view of Niagara Falls, flipped and superimposed.

Niagara Falls and Sap: Valentine Poems by Alex Jacobs and Janet Rogers

Alex Jacobs and Janet Marie Rogers
2/14/14

It's the day we love to love (or love to hate) -- Valentine's Day. Here, we present two love poems by regular ICTMN contributors Janet Rogers and Alex Jacobs, both Mohawk: "His Sap" and "Flying Over Niagara Falls." The audio clip below combines a studio recording produced by Janet Rogers and live recording by Alex Jacobs recorded in Vancouver British Columbia at the Talking Stick Festival with cello accompaniment by Cris Derksen. Taken together, it beomes one big poem, a whole with parts too interwoven to untangle -- what Rogers calls a "mash-up-mix-up of LOVE poetry." Scroll down below the embedded audio to read the words to both poems.

FLYING OVER NIAGARA FALLS, by Alex Jacobs
for Janet Marie

I have never been so consumed, so affected, so moved
so physically adored, adorned even
so worn like hat, a tight fitting hat,
so consumed, so consummated
we are flying, actually airborne…
making love above Niagara Falls
& it is like flying, boarding the aircraft
through a familiar structure, a familiar ritual
down a tunnel, approaching the light
you take in the periphery
you buckle in and read the safety manual
what to do in an emergency
you read whatever’s available, magazines about
Mayan temples, Calcutta spices
Grateful Dead sticker on a rock & roll wine
we are rolling, rolling, rolling
30 40 50 70 100 MPH
you hold on, there’s a bump
we all shift, squeaks, tugs
hidden music, chatter
you favor one side,
there’s a light, bright
and then gravity release
some kind of group sigh
shimmers through the passengers

we are surrounded by air on all sides
yoga masters in flight
hovering, bouncing
anti-gravity vibratory
near hallucogenic, visions, voices
we could theoretically disappear
vibrating into
another dimension
another consciousness

This is where the Thunderers live
Where the Maid is in the Mist
Where Jigonsaseh (mother of Nations)
Gave birth to her village called Peace-town
Where she gave birth to clans and nations

Where women went over Niagara Falls
Announcing the new millennium
Only later did men attempt the free fall
In much sturdier, better designed craft
Safe, greedy, cowards
Asking for money... to fly

This is where Falling Woman came to earth
Where Flint & Sapling were born
Where I was reborn, was crucified,
Died and was reburied
Only to resurrect again and again and again
She is Flying Woman
She is Star Woman
She is Bear Woman
She is Medicine Woman
She is Healing Woman

A Turtle clan man can be a warrior too
Not just a farmer or an artist or a singer
He waits and waits
Focusing ninja movements
Using the opponents force to counter
Taking many blows to his shell
Once he grabs and bites you can not dislodge him
Until the sun sets...
The only time a turtle makes noise
Is when he mates or dies

We are at the edge of thunder
We are white light plasma
We become actually lightning
People hear us as thunder
See us as lightning
This is where the Thunderers live
In caves under Niagara Falls
Powerful ancient voices
Rumble like earthquakes, tremors,
Rock slides crashing into whirlpools

What would I do with you
Once I have you
I need to train you
You need repetition
Sun moon dark rain
Just like Niagara Falls
We are high up
Thousands of miles to the west
Laying among rain, drizzle, clouds
High up among Vancouver canyons
Sun moon mist rain
Where we can pause
Breath absorb each other
Pile up chaos in theory
Shine glisten vibrate
And make waves
Make waves all around us
And fly actually airborne
Then release and flow and surge
Sun Rain Mist Full Moon
What would you do with me
Once you have me

- Alex Jacobs
Santa Fe, March 2012
Vancouver, February 2013

SAP, by Janet Marie Rogers

He served me
Tree sap
In a shot
Glass
I stretched
My neck
To get
Every
Drop

He served me
Tree sap
In a shot
Glass
I stretched
My neck
To get
Every
Drop

He served me
Tree sap
In a shot
Glass
I stretched
My neck
To get
Every
Drop

He served me
Tree sap
In a shot
Glass
I stretched
My neck
To get
Every
drop

Janet Marie Rogers is the Poet Laureate of Vancouver, BC, and author of a book of Natived-themed erotic poetry called Red Erotic.

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