Poetry – River And Sound Review http://riverandsoundreview.org/ Wed, 23 Nov 2022 15:29:28 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=5.9.3 https://riverandsoundreview.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/05/river-and-sound-review-icon-150x150.png Poetry – River And Sound Review http://riverandsoundreview.org/ 32 32 The beauty and poetry of the skies https://riverandsoundreview.org/the-beauty-and-poetry-of-the-skies/ Wed, 23 Nov 2022 15:00:43 +0000 https://riverandsoundreview.org/the-beauty-and-poetry-of-the-skies/
Mark Breen. Photo provided.

SPRINGFIELD, Vermont – Mark Breen, Planetarium Director and Senior Meteorologist at the Fairbanks Museum, will present the OLLI-Osher Lifelong Learning Institute’s upcoming program “The Beauty and Poetry of the Heavens: The Ancient Teachings of Aratus” on Tuesday, November 29 at 2 p.m. at the Nolin Murray Center next to St. Mary’s Church on Pleasant Street in Springfield.

Astronomy has inspired and informed almost every kind of expression you can imagine, from visual arts to music to print, not to mention the range of science and math. Each creates a way to appreciate the universe from an infinite number of points of view. An early example of this is found in Phaenomena, by the Greek poet Aratus, written around 280 BCE. Breen provided commentary and background for a new edition of the ancient text, designed, illustrated and printed by his friend Claire Van Vliet. Breen will use the illustrations and excerpts from this new book to guide you through the skies in much the same way Aratus did over 2 millennia ago.

Breen, a dynamic and informative speaker, is a popular presenter and this will be his 11e annual appearance for the Springfield group OLLI.

This is the final program for the fall semester. The spring semester begins on February 28. In January, the list of programs will appear on the Springfield OLLI website www.learn.uvm.edu/olli/springfield

Sponsored by the University of Vermont, OLLI is run by local volunteer members and is primarily aimed at people aged 50 and over who like to learn for fun! Anyone interested in this type of program, regardless of age, is welcome. Programs take place on Tuesday afternoons at 2 p.m. and last about an hour and a half.

Advance registration is strongly recommended. However, if you arrive without registering, we will not refuse you. We will give you a form and an addressed envelope to send as payment after the program.

Non-members are welcome and encouraged to participate in individual programs for a one-time program fee.

Registration can be done online at this site www.learn.uvm.edu/olli/springfield with a credit card. You can also register by phone, using your credit card by calling 1-802-656-5817 during regular business hours Monday through Friday, 9 a.m. to 4 p.m.

If you prefer to register by mail, send your contact information (name, address, phone number and email address) indicating your membership in the full series or the specific program(s) you wish to participate in. Send this information and your check (payable to University of Vermont-OLLI) to: OLLI at UVM, 460 South Prospect Street, Burlington, VT 05405. If mailing registration, please allow 10 to 14 days from the date the check is sent. upon receipt and processing.

Due to the current COVID-19 situation, the University of Vermont expects all attendees at UVM-sponsored non-credit events (including OLLI) to be vaccinated. Masks are optional and welcome. For complete health and safety information, visit the website.

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Rehabilitate poetic marriages, exclusivity and keep it crystal clear https://riverandsoundreview.org/rehabilitate-poetic-marriages-exclusivity-and-keep-it-crystal-clear/ Fri, 18 Nov 2022 07:28:33 +0000 https://riverandsoundreview.org/rehabilitate-poetic-marriages-exclusivity-and-keep-it-crystal-clear/

Poetry has a bad press.

No, poetry is not of bad repute. Let me explain what I mean. Poetry is older than the novel, can be shorter than a song, and only needs to be read to be experienced. Other forms of entertainment are much more demanding. Reading something longer than a poem takes time and a quiet environment. Listening to music properly also takes time, especially if it is enjoyed live. Television or cinema requires the installation of expensive electrical equipment.

But a poem, theoretically, can be read in about a minute and provides a break from the fast pace of everyday life. It suggests insight into someone else’s human experience, presented in a practical and (ideally) aesthetically pleasing set of words. And it’s often the case that the poems deal with intense or difficult emotions, presenting them to us in a way that tells us that we are not alone, that someone has been there before, that everything is fine. Poems might be the most popular form of entertainment.

So why is it just not the case?

Well, consider this excerpt from an unpublished poet:

“It’s easy to be clear: climate change kills.
It’s easy to be difficult: “Endless Red Duncan
Dante salts, yes, to sea in ships: Zeitgeist, oh Babylon.
It is difficult to be clear: so much depends on “depends on”.

Uh… Huh? The poem continues in the same vein before ending with:

“It’s good to live and write in the groove
you moved in and muted the notions of clear
and difficult and do neither for its own good
but instead, stay awake to your own moods.

OKAY. To sum up the problem here, ironically, this poor poet was really quite vague. In demonstrating that it’s hard, I feel confused by the references used, and while they’re probably used specifically to be opaque, it can have the effect of blocking readers. The final message of the poem in the last line is lost among the muddy condemnation of the previous three. There is no connection or commitment to any character, voice or story, so the meaning of this poem is lost. Anyone can write poetry and publish what they have written with minimal effort and cost, something like a democratic dream, with the means of production firmly in the hands of the producer-consumer. However, this comes with a lack of quality assurance.

Further reflection, therefore, on a name that should be synonymous with quality: Shakespeare, and his “Sonnet 102”:

“My love is strengthened, though weaker in appearance;
I like no less, although less the show appears.
This love is merchant whose rich esteem
The language of the owner publishes everywhere.

The problem here? Difficulty, at least at first glance and on contact. Perhaps partly because of the off-putting “doth” in the fourth line, although the rest of the words aren’t that unusual or rare; yes, even “commodified”. The difficulty comes from the superposition and duplication of words. “Less” used twice in rapid succession blurs our treatment of what is being described. Shakespeare’s love is not less because he shows it less, and his description of other tired love poems as “candy gone common” touches on another problem that can come out of poetry; an overabundance of it. (In fact, I advocate reading the rest of this poem. Arguing about how good Shakespeare is makes more sense the more you read.)

Poetry, then, gets its bad reputation for appearing too difficult, not always clear and too exclusive. It probably doesn’t help that many readers usually only encounter him in one of these three places; school, wedding, funeral. In an educational setting, if the teacher is not enthusiastic about teaching poetry, it is possible to do more harm than good. At weddings, finally, poetry begins to find its place. Poetry strives to portray lofty and hopeful ideals like love and the future. However, there’s still a good chance the poem will be one of the classic cliches (Rumi, Neruda) or, infinitely more terrifying, a poem written by the groom or best man just for that day with no prior experience. This might turn people off again. It is perhaps at a funeral that poetry seems most appropriate. The gravity of the occasion matches a dark and tender poem, and the universal pain is well served by the slowed-down ritual of speaking.

How, then, to rehabilitate poetry in everyday life?

Poetry shouldn’t just be serious, painful, cliché or complex. It can be simple without being silly, and direct while nicely packing the language. It can even be fun.

A poet that I recommend to all readers, young and old, is Billy Collins. A Poet Laureate of the United States from 2001 to 2003, he understands the issues many poets face, who can come across as too aloof and aloof, too concerned with appearing smart. He said, “I have a reader in mind, someone who’s in the room with me and I’m talking to, and I want to make sure I don’t speak too quickly or too casually.” This feeling captures the best of what poetry could be, for me, as a way to connect with another human being.

It’s a message that resonates with a bit of the tradition of poetry here in China. As Billy Collins notes, the titles of well-known Chinese poems can be extremely literal and direct, immediately telling us what to expect: “题西林壁” (Written on the wall of the West Woods Temple) is just that. an example. In his typically sweet, humorous, and self-referential manner, Collins named one of his works, “Reading an anthology of Sung Dynasty Chinese poems, I pause to admire the length and clarity of their titles.”

The poem itself is an exploration of how straightforward simplicity can be enjoyable. Collins discusses poems with titles like “On a Boat, Awake at Night”, comparing them favorably to the idea of ​​complexity for complexity’s sake:

“There’s no iron turnstile to push against here
As for titles like “Vortex on a chain”,
‘The horn of neurosis’, or whatever.
No confusingly inscribed welcome mat to intrigue.

Collins continues to elevate his own poem above the literal, but now we are well and truly with him. His use of figurative language from this point on feels deserved and mindful of the reader’s needs. Collins held our hands and guided us, respectfully, through his thought path and we are more than ready to see what he wants us to see. Describing the title of another poem as “…a curtain of beads brushing my shoulders,” Collins shares with us the comfort he feels upon reading this well-crafted, simple, and straightforward poetry. He ends his poem by personifying another of the poems he allowed into his world:

“As he made it easy for me to enter here,
sit in a corner,
cross my legs like his and listen.

If only all poems could treat us like this.

]]> Chadds Ford teenager empowers children by providing a space where young people’s voices matter https://riverandsoundreview.org/chadds-ford-teenager-empowers-children-by-providing-a-space-where-young-peoples-voices-matter/ Mon, 14 Nov 2022 17:52:23 +0000 https://riverandsoundreview.org/chadds-ford-teenager-empowers-children-by-providing-a-space-where-young-peoples-voices-matter/

“I see it all as activism – youth activism,” says Isabella Hanson, founder of the poetry and art competition “I Matter”.

Kennett Square High School Senior began the program in 2020 after the deaths of George Floyd and Breonna Taylor. A writer and poet, Hanson says she was shocked by what she saw her peers post on social media about tragic police killings.

“People tend to crack jokes and make memes and stuff that’s not really funny,” she recalled.

Hanson believed the inappropriate response came because young people lacked a safe space to really process and express their feelings about the many things going on around them. At the time, 14-year-old Hanson was studying Langston Hughes. She realized that poets used their words to express their outrage. Inspired by young poets like Elizabeth Acevedo, Hanson decided to follow in their footsteps.

“Then I thought maybe there were other kids like me who also had trouble expressing themselves,” she says.

Hanson hosted a June 19 celebration at the home of Dr. Bartholomew Fussell, the first in Kennett Township where young people performed poetry. But she wanted to do more. Soon after, Hanson launched the “I Matter” poetry and art contest. With the help of her mother, Sophia Hanson, who runs the National Youth Foundation, she secured a scholarship. Afterwards, the volunteers participated in a grassroots effort to reach out to teachers and youth organizations across the country to publicize the contest.

“We got blocked on social media because we used the term Black Lives Matter,” Hanson explains, “so when we hit that roadblock and couldn’t pay to promote [the contest] on social media, we just had to find another way.

Their work drew about 150 poetry entries for the competition’s first year, according to Hanson. They brought in NBA superstar Rob Covington and comedian Torrei Hart as judges, pushing the contest to over 1,000 entries from 48 states and 67 countries.

“It’s insane to me that so many kids are interested in something I love doing and are motivated to work for change,” Hanson says.

The top ten entries are included in a book of poems and art – all created by children – which is published and donated to local schools and libraries. The unique program brought recognition to Hanson who won the Diana Prize in 2022, which honors young people from the UK and around the world. She was also named to the Final 50 list for Nickelodeon TV and Time magazine’s Kid of the Year Award last year and became a member of Lady Gaga’s social justice foundation.

The reward through which Hanson creates space for other children to express themselves.

“Seeing a lot of different perspectives from kids around the world has really given me a new lens on the whole Black Lives Matter movement itself,” she says, “and I think that’s something I really learned – how open I can be to different perspectives.

“I would say she embodies more than a good soul,” says Vera Portier, who nominated Hanson for the Good Souls Project. “I was very impressed with this young lady.”

Portier got involved in the I Matter poetry contest when she says Hanson reached out after hearing a song she helped produce called “We Matter.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLOsfbPTLmc The song was written by Portier and Mara X Mini, a teenage singer-rapper duo. The band performed at an “I Matter” poetry event, Portier says. That’s when she says she saw Hanson at work.

“She’s genuine,” Portier says, “You believe what she says, you believe she cares about human beings in spirit and in the importance of giving young people a voice.”

The song Mara X Mini was featured during Hanson’s segment on Nickelodeon presented by singer Billie Eilish.

“It was all Bella,” notes Portier, “she gave them a platform.”

“With poetry, there really are no boundaries,” says Hanson, noting that she plans to go to college to pursue a career in journalism or writing.

She says her goal is to make sure the I Matter poetry and art competition continues to matter. The program is currently accepting entries for the 2023 competition. http://www.nationalyouthfoundation.org/i-matter/

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Poetry book examines mental illness through free speech https://riverandsoundreview.org/poetry-book-examines-mental-illness-through-free-speech/ Fri, 11 Nov 2022 07:27:00 +0000 https://riverandsoundreview.org/poetry-book-examines-mental-illness-through-free-speech/

This book is a small compilation of poems over a brief period of time by Roger Teas.

Sentenced to life in prison, author Roger Teas explores his mental illness and the complexity of his character through his new compilation of poetry.

an era of freedom and self-expression”

— Roger Thes

PORT ANGELES, WASHINGTON, USA, Nov. 10, 2022 /EINPresswire.com/ — In his new book, How the Bones May Fall, author Roger Teas shares his compilation of distinctive poems. Through Cadmus Publishing, Teas has produced written work born from a unique mind and perspective. Drawing on his studies of religion, philosophy and psychology, the author takes the reader on an intriguing journey through his mind.

Encouraged by friends, Teas set out to write these poems as an experiment: an exploration of his own psyche. Having struggled with mental illness for most of his life, Roger offers a rare glimpse into the diversity of his existence, contradicting the narrow portrayal the media has crafted of him. By presenting these works, the author not only allows the reader to contemplate the ideological relationship between mental illness and crimes, but the person beneath both.

Sentenced to life in prison as a newly created adult, the author sought an outlet to examine the confines of his subconscious and its mysteries. Studying religion and philosophical principles alongside questions surrounding the inner workings of his own mind, Roger was able to bring these poems from thought to paper to readers around the world. How the Bones May Fall has “become a tool for measuring the structure of one’s psychology” as well as a fascinating look at a singular human being. This book is not meant to be perfect or pretentious; it is meant to be a raw exam in “an age of freedom and self-expression”. The reader will be drawn to the balance between the book’s public release and its personal, intimate tone. During these pages, one will acquire knowledge in a spirit unlike anything they have encountered before. Teas do not mean to convince or influence the reader, but to intrigue. He only wishes to exercise his right to speak freely and express himself through this art form. How the Bones May Fall is just the beginning. The book is available for purchase at poemeofrogerteas.com or by searching the title on Amazon.com.

About the Author: Roger Teas was born Jason Abbott in Sitka, Alaska. Incarcerated as an immediate adult of 18, he was sentenced to life in prison with a verdict of guilty but mentally ill for murders he did not intend to commit. Writing poetry, studying philosophy and practicing occult religions became his outlet for more than a decade before the publication of his book How the Bones May Fall. He has no official certificates or degrees, but may choose to get one someday. Roger believes that freedom of expression is the greatest of freedoms.

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Trinity student named winner of Young Poets Award https://riverandsoundreview.org/trinity-student-named-winner-of-young-poets-award/ Tue, 08 Nov 2022 10:32:42 +0000 https://riverandsoundreview.org/trinity-student-named-winner-of-young-poets-award/

A sixth Trinity School alumnus has been named by the judges as one of the top 15 in this year’s Foyle Young Poets of the Year competition.

Exceptional: Sienna Mehta, Trinity student. Photo: Hayley Madden

Sienna Mehta, from Purley, is 16 and is studying English Literature along with Maths, French and Spanish for A level, having joined Trinity sixth form this term. She has been writing poetry since middle school.

His submission Not shared sees her receive a fantastic range of prizes from the contest organizers, The Poetry Society, to help her develop her writing.

Mehta and the other 14 winners will be invited to attend a residential writing course at The Hurst, the Arvon center in Shropshire, as well as receive a year’s youth membership of The Poetry Society and a bag full of books donated by generous publishers.

The Poetry Society continues to support award winners throughout their careers, providing publishing, performance and development opportunities, mentorship, and access to a paid internship program. Many big names in contemporary poetry have been honored with the Foyle Prize for Young Poets of the Year as teenagers, including Sarah Howe, Caroline Bird, Jay Bernard and Helen Mort.

The Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award is the world’s largest poetry competition for writers aged 11-17 and this year received more than 13,500 entries from 6,600 young people from 100 countries.

The award ceremony took place at the National Theater last Friday, with the reading of Mehta Not shared in front of a large audience. Her poem will now be published in an anthology of laureates, available next March.

“I think creative recognition is always so meaningful, because sometimes writing poetry can feel very insular — often you’d like to know if what you’re doing is objectively good,” Mehta said.

“Being in the Top 15 is amazing, not only because it always felt out of reach, but also because it gave me invaluable confidence in my writing and its potential to make an impact.”


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Local resident publishes his first collection of poetry https://riverandsoundreview.org/local-resident-publishes-his-first-collection-of-poetry/ Fri, 04 Nov 2022 11:00:00 +0000 https://riverandsoundreview.org/local-resident-publishes-his-first-collection-of-poetry/

For many, becoming a published author seems out of reach, but one local man has achieved his lifelong dream of publishing poetry.

Scott Dicus self-published his collection of poetry featuring the good, the bad, and a medley of his thoughts and life experiences.

Dicus grew up in Elvins before Park Hills was established, attending and graduating from Central High School in 1996. One of the people who inspired Dicus to write is Central’s retired English and Spanish teacher High School Willa Hassell, who has worked for the district for over 30 years. Hassell published a novel, which is one of the things that inspired Dicus to publish his.

Her collection of poetry, “Pages from the Other Side,” has been a work in progress for years. It all started when, as a student, Dicus had to give speeches in class. He realized he was good at storytelling, and all he had to do to create poetry was make it rhyme.

People also read…

“I took Ms. Hassell’s class and we had to give speeches,” Dicus explained. “I grew up in a town of less than 200 inhabitants. I grew up in Elvins and the cop was a bus driver. So when we had these speeches, people were talking about going to Disneyland, I had never done that. I had to find something.

The original plan was to go through a traditional publishing route, but Dicus felt like his collection had been put at the back of the line. At this point, Dicus had already created about 50 copies himself.

He said he sifted through more than a thousand works before deciding what should be included in the collection.

“It took a few years, again because I had thousands and thousands of them and sometimes I just read them,” Dicus explained, “it took a number of years. The funny thing is, I I let someone read it and it took them about 20 minutes. It took me 20 years to write.

Reviews so far have been good, according to Dicus.

There is already another collection in the works, although he took a few weeks off to write it.

“I won’t touch it for six months, then one day something clicks and the next time I’ll write three pages,” Dicus explained. “A lot of people think writer’s block is when you don’t write at all and that’s it. It’s not true.”

Although there is no website yet, he is working on one. For now, those interested in purchasing a copy of the collection can contact the Sand Trap on Wednesdays, Thursdays or Fridays.

Danielle Thurman is a reporter for the Daily Journal and can be reached at dthurman@dailyjournalonline.com or 573-518-3616.

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Poetry | November 2022 | Poetry | Hudson Valley https://riverandsoundreview.org/poetry-november-2022-poetry-hudson-valley/ Tue, 01 Nov 2022 05:23:47 +0000 https://riverandsoundreview.org/poetry-november-2022-poetry-hudson-valley/

if it’s lightning
and it’s thunder
how far am I?
—p

The still spot

There’s a still place in my brain that’s growing
Like a puddle or a pupil, and I wonder
What undulating mists disappear there?
Lately I stare, blurring my eyes on purpose,

And try to undo the name of everything
of its existence.
So I don’t have to worry.
I don’t need to know that I care

If that’s my face in the mirror.
My room is a square;
It is a form; it’s four lines; it has been erased.
There is only time.

When the slow sun finally rolls over the ledge
The motionless stain darkens,
Provocative like the wind through a candle flame.
There’s nothing like morning flattening.

My arms have become such numb patches of skin.
Two strings of dough
putting themselves in parentheses,
Pushing into my pillow,

Frame my head.
Ah, to be born again!
There’s a still place in my brain that’s growing.
This paper is getting thinner

—Jennifer Wise

Shorter days and colder nights

At 12, I behaved strangely, skating uphill in winter
or roll summer swimmers in the pool.
I was a kid with a village to do, a tree

enjoy. Through a mirror I searched
for the lips – the good life needed a theme song,
conjured up in a carriage shed. It was my duty

to always play with it, to make it run in petting zoos.
From childhood I learned to place the light
between the gray medals and how to check the trees

for Asian beetles. My mother taught me to sew,
and it saved my sanity. Mama opened up for me
Like a gift ’cause I grew up too worried

to burn himself to feel deep remorse.
Instead, I felt like a reluctant but loud crusader
for the shorter days and colder nights of fall.

Just when I went walking into the fall,
for now the silver looked like gold. I walked
on a blue horizon, where paradise was formed

apples as enchanting as stones of hope.
Against all odds, I caught a magical daydream
without hands: I just fell on it!

—Cliff Saunders

A little love

A little love hides in the bushes
Leaps when you least expect it
Or stuff you silently in the night
Tickle your nose with his cold, wet nose.

Some love buzzes in the background
Pleasant white noise until you turn it up
Your favorite song.

Some like you to ask straight
“Would you like to be friends?”

A little love must be toasted in a cast iron
Cooked at 375
Until the heat oxidizes the caramel
Crystals that stick in your molars long after you swallow.

A love speaks a secret language
One word unlocks another encrypted me
Completely realized after months or years of sleep.

A little love fortifies you in an armor of steel
Feeds you the melodies of Appalachia
While the world rages outside
But time and rain rust the hinges
Trapping you until you summon the force
To explode: naked, alone, new.

A love picks you a bouquet of wildflowers
your favorite
You keep them on your desk until they dry
Scatter pollen everywhere
Then you throw them on a brush pile
Knowing they will come back.

—Isabelle Kosmacher

Witness
They grew from seeds pressed in thimble pots
twenty-five years ago,
abreast of the windowsill views of swirling snow and vibrant leaves,
splashing children,
birds in flight.

Nine cacti, arrows and knots,
tolerate clumsy hands and watering nozzles.
Cobwebs and cat fur sweaters adorn them,
create delicate auras
punctuated with eight-pointed stars.

They endure,
getting thicker in the middle
dry down.
Discover new panoramas and neighbors, a majestic river
and fiery sunsets that sizzle as they slip behind the palisades.

Their needles intertwine, a kind of safety net
for their silent community
of shared existence and vigilant observation
amidst the constant progression of time.

—Lisa Kosa

Vague

It’s not really clear
what is my intention,
although you can discuss
it is intended to be so,

but frankly it’s not
the case. i could start
not knowing where i am
go, but it becomes

gradually clear.
I intend to
become clear – to me,
yours. Here, however,

if it was really
clear from the start
that I intended to define
vague endlessly,

so maybe, instead,
it should be called
disengagebut really now
is not it

a completely different
poem?

—Matthew J. Spireng

The rain came late and other cynical thoughts

Suppose it thundered last night and you woke up scared like you were a child. It took you a while to remember where you were, alone in a bed, like you were a child. There had been a drought, the rain came late, or not at all. A wildfire swept across the ridge and was ignited silently by storm lightning. And you slept, and others slept. What did you do yesterday to participate in this calamity, or to put an end to it?

Let me take that into account for you. It’s beyond civic duty so I don’t blame. I’m going to ship it. Maybe it’s a mandate, maybe it’s a vocation, a vocation as a writer. And you are somewhere else, in the garden composting or harvesting sunflowers.

The storm has passed and we continue to live. As long as we do not welcome our participation in the end of the calamity. What we have done is not enough.

—Carol Bergman

Poetry has been purged

Haven’t been here in a while it might be
I just misremember where the poetry section
is located. I thought it was an alley behind
science fiction, yet I went back and forth
across the store three times.
My conclusion: poetry has been purged.

I should walk to this attractive
honey haired salesman and asks
talk to a manager. But my supernatural
tendency to avoid confrontation
probably only make me wise and boring.

Let’s say I go all the way, though, and find
face to face with a manager.
Am I ready to accept the possibility
people don’t read poetry anymore?
Would he learn that it was an albatross around
head office neck cut
in profits appease me?

Man, I could use a little poetry right now.

—Ted Millar

No excuses

I have a wheelbarrow.
It’s not red.
Few things depend on it.
I don’t have any chickens.
My neighbor has chickens.
They make a mess of my mulch.
They shit like crazy on my walk.
I would like it to rain.

—JR Solonche

River

It goes both ways
This brine and rolling trash
A habitat,
symbiotic
Swollen by heat and time
We walk on tiptoe
every day
try not to touch too much
and drown
And maybe,
feet up,
advance the estuary somewhere
Just
a little
better

—Cole Sletten

What about him? (Saint John alone)

Lately I’ve been out
The pockets of my memory;
Y’all are museum faces now,
Dark washes of hazy yellow oil,
Plaster identities collapsed beneath
Imitations of beloved artists.
(Well, at least they or they are also stolen.)
Lately, I have breathed;
At night, that’s all I do.
Dreams, swollen maudlin,
Waltz with that little tongue of fire-
Drunken hope and pathetic glory,
Hand in hand with a lung for each.
Lately I’ve been taking nights off
work, prayer,
(If there is still a difference.)
In my free time, I write postcards.
Sometimes I send them home
With one year for the address,
And when they come back undelivered
I just burn them and pretend.
Grace has become a bet,
Faith, a stale wine movie,
But lately I’ve been repeating your names,
So I still have reasons to stay.

—Emily Murnane

When I’m lost

Sometimes when I’m lost and tired,
and the wind has left my sails;
The night comes in robes of sadness,
bringing with it storms and gales.
So gently I launch my lifeboat,
striving to head towards the earth,
hoping that the One will see;
and take me in his loving hand.

—Donny Kass

Good intentions

I knew my friend would be
embarrassed too.
She scolded herself in the car on her way home.

And we were each working through our
own useless shame—
born of good intentions.
She goes with
and me,
the side of the bowl,
put back in the bag.

—Lea S. Brickley

I know a domain

I know a field where the sun always shines
Golden when the world is gray
golden in the morning
Before the sun hits the pines
Golden again at the end of the day.

When the mountain darkens
And the towering trees no longer shine
My meadow is still, but turns
Rays that turn straw into gold.

—B. Moore Colombo

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Poetry book tells life story of former WWII plane spotter https://riverandsoundreview.org/poetry-book-tells-life-story-of-former-wwii-plane-spotter/ Fri, 28 Oct 2022 11:30:51 +0000 https://riverandsoundreview.org/poetry-book-tells-life-story-of-former-wwii-plane-spotter/

The poetry collection had remained largely intact in a box guarded by her family since the death of Betty Irene Drayton (née West) in 2003.

That was until last year when they came into Helen’s possession.

“My dad died of Covid last September and when he died the poems came to me,” says Helen.

Helen Pearson has collected a book of poems written by Better Irene Drayton, pictured here during World War II.

“I knew she loved getting them published and I thought rather than sitting them in a box in my loft and wondering what to do with them, I think I’ll put a few together in a little pamphlet to give away. to family and friends.

“That idea grew and grew and became a book.”

The Called Life Library features a collection of Betty poems compiled by Helen.

Along with photographs and short stories, Helen uses them to create a biography of her mother’s life.

The Library Called Life is a biography of Betty Irene Drayton, pictured here in the 1950s, told through her poems.

Born in Lincolnshire in 1925, Betty was 13 when she had her first poem published locally.

She had written Heaven at school in just 30 minutes.

“Heaven is how much she marveled at life,” Helen says. “Heaven for her, at that age, was all about nature – flowers and birds, as well as sunsets and stars.

“Somehow this poem was printed in the New Zealand Methodist Times of February 1955.”

During her life she was a lay preacher, shorthand teacher, nurse and midwife.

She moved to Sheffield, where several members of her family lived, to train as a nurse, then to Leeds where she qualified as a midwife.

The various chapters of Betty’s life have inspired many of her poems.

She put pen to paper to express her feelings for her childhood sweetheart, from whom she separated during the war, for example.

Other writings reflect her faith – she had a solid Christian upbringing – or draw inspiration from her home and nature.

“She loved the signs of spring and especially the snowdrops, but hated the winter,” says Helen, who lives in Louth. “Only very occasionally did she write to or about someone in her life.”

“The book contains poems that relate to part of his philosophy of life,” continues Helen, “like compromise, courage, and honesty.

“She was also a great advocate for life today, as her poems demonstrate.”

The Called Life Library is now available, available for purchase through Amazon.

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Interview: Adam Melchor on slam poetry, calamari and Here Goes Nothing! https://riverandsoundreview.org/interview-adam-melchor-on-slam-poetry-calamari-and-here-goes-nothing/ Tue, 25 Oct 2022 22:55:17 +0000 https://riverandsoundreview.org/interview-adam-melchor-on-slam-poetry-calamari-and-here-goes-nothing/

Born in New Jersey, based in Los Angeles Adam Melchor compares his music to the sounds of TikTok asking “What’s the worst pain you’ve ever felt that isn’t physical?” – he is on the front line of feelings with his diaristic ballads from his second album Nothing is right here!

“Now I really feel like who I am, who I identify with and especially this album, there’s a lot more like piano involved and just a lot like always lyrically driven. But there’s just a little more risk than before. he said in his consolidated sound.

The record completes a satisfying journey of falling in love (and the fear that comes with it), confessing feelings, grief and the silver linings, and then starting all over again.

“The grand scheme of things, you’d kind of go through this thing like, ‘Okay, like I really love you’ and all that kind of stuff, and then going, ‘Okay, maybe we shouldn’t do that,” and we accept that, “ he started.

“And then once you accept it, it’s like you. You get like one more introduction to the person and then all of a sudden you’re like back in the loop, you know? So it is kind of what I wanted to give to the album you know? kind of like repeating history all over again.”

He’s built a loyal (and hilarious) legion of followers who have empowered their fandom the Squid Squad of an Instagram Live moment during the pandemic, and who provide Adam with a healthy dose of cringe memes to accompany the release of his album. .

“My fans are really good at making memes and I’m basically a meme account at this point. But it feels good to have them at least caring enough to do it,” he said.

“Usually I just go to Twitter and I’m just like, ‘Who’s got the memes today?’ And they say, “Say less,” and then they like maybe two, three hours later, I’m filled to the brim with memes.

Just wrap the support slot for Jeremy Zuckerfrom the AU/NZ Crusher tour, as well as Noah Kahanof the sold-out US tour, Adam catches more squids across the continent for his team and continues to get noticed by industry heavyweights (he can count Charlie Puth and Lennon Stella as collaborators on the album) .

Find out more about Adam Melchor below, from his short stint in slam poetry to the guiltiest he’s ever felt.

nothing is right here by Adam Melchor is now available.

Main image credit: Daniel Topete

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Emily Atack takes help from poetry to deal with ‘personal struggles’ https://riverandsoundreview.org/emily-atack-takes-help-from-poetry-to-deal-with-personal-struggles/ Sat, 22 Oct 2022 18:53:46 +0000 https://riverandsoundreview.org/emily-atack-takes-help-from-poetry-to-deal-with-personal-struggles/
Emily Atack takes help from poetry to deal with ‘personal struggles’

Emily Atack shares her favorite post-split poem.

Emily revealed she turns to poetry to help her cope with her personal struggles as she took to Instagram on Saturday to share her favorite poem, before admitting that “things have been tough lately. time”.

Reflecting on her difficult times, Emily explained how the poem helps her “enjoy the little moments of joy” before urging her fans not to miss such moments.

Emily shared an image of Wendy Cope’s poem, The Orange, which reads in part: ‘This orange made me so happy, as ordinary things often do’. Just lately. Races. A walk in the park is peace and contentment. It’s new.’

Alongside the full poem, Emily wrote, “Things have been rough lately. In more ways than one, for so many people.

“One thing I have found great love for is poetry, and in the face of my own personal struggles I turn to them, and remembered this poem today. One of my absolute favorites – The Orange by Wendy Cope.

Emily’s reference to her ‘difficult time’ may be because she reportedly split from boyfriend Liam McGough, just two months after going Instagram official with him.

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