Our contributing editors recently performed at Cafe Improv in Princeton, New Jersey. Here are the videos and we hope you enjoy.
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Stale Bread and Coffee Now Available
Alien Buddha Press has just released, Stale Bread and Coffee, by contributing editor, g emil reutter. The book is available for purchase at this link:
“As always g emil reutter has the ability to pull us into his world where he conjures up images of late night streets, broken relationships, and men who are on the edge of life and lost in America’s backwaters.” – James D Quinton, (1977-2012), Open Wide Magazine
“The colloquial voice of g emil reutter rises from the valley, circles back through years of close observation with a steady eye. There’s nothing trumped up in these poems, nothing inflated into transcendence. Here life is as it is for the line worker, the waitress, the cop, the perp or the barroom guys. These are the common folk who live in the service alleys of any Camelot, sketched in a subdued cadence whose unadornment honors their lives and does not weary of seeing their glimmer through the tarnish.” – Poet J.C. Todd – What Space This Body
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The Handheld Mirror of the Mind by Diane Sahms-Guarnieri
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Our poetry editor, Diane Sahms-Guarnieri’s fourth full length poetry collection, The Handheld Mirror of the Mind, is now available from Kelsay Books. You can find the book here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1947465740/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1530546351&sr=1-1
What others say about The Handheld Mirror of the Mind:
Poetry of global dreaming. Life on earth is under threat and Diane Sahms-Guarnieri makes a poetic call for the survival of humans and all animal species, life on the endangered list. We are all connected and interdependent. Our past teaches us core lessons for the future. Now is the time to take action to preserve life on the global home we share. Diane’s poetry is a celebration of this life, inside and out.
—Martin Chipperfield, 34thParallel Magazine
Diane Sahms-Guarnieri is a stunning wordsmith. In her collection, The Handheld Mirror of the Mind, we journey through themes of loss, grief, our shared humanity, and the complexities of the inner life. With great tenderness and lyricism, Guarnieri skillfully navigates these topics. Her graceful descriptions of the natural world provide a vivid magic, as if painting with words. In one poem, Guarnieri refers to stars, “as pinprick diamonds mined out of/night’s cave—luminous studs/riveted through black velvet.” She deals with death and the expectation of loss with care, infusing the life of nature, as in the line, “Your dusty voice rising as spirit leaving mimosa.” There is also great comfort, as in the refrain of the poem, “As long as a heart is beating someone is always alive.” While dealing with human struggles, this collection offers hope. Guarnieri invites us to honor all beings, all creatures, and all understandings of faith by joining together, “as global dreamers in coexistence.”
—Cristina M. R. Norcross, Editor of Blue Heron Review; author of Amnesia and Awakenings and Still Life Stories, among others.
“What does a heart know anyway?” Diane Sahms-Guarnieri’s lucid and brave fourth full-length collection The Handheld Mirror of the Mind wrestles with this question, as love and loss pass as naturally as the seasons. Through elegy and aubade, the speaker turns her gaze inward, interrogating the darkness. However, as she sifts through memory’s wreckage, there are patches of light and hope, of song. As the speaker reconciles: “I carry their song inside my body,/inside rhapsody of thoughts….To them I sing this easy truth.”
—Emari DiGiorgio, author of Girl Torpedo and The Things a Body Might Become
The Handheld Mirror of the Mind:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1947465740/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1530546351&sr=1-1
At Café Improv
A poetry reading by our contributing editors Diane Sahms-Guarneri and g emil reutter filmed on March 25, 2017, Café Improv, Princeton, New Jersey
In Memory of Poet Jack Veasey (1955-2016)
(Click on title for full screen view)
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Courtesy of Harrisburg News
By g emil reutter
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Poet Jack Veasey grew up in the then working class neighborhood of Fishtown in the city of Philadelphia. He graduated from Northeast Catholic High School. He began writing poetry in his teenage years and was a force on the Philadelphia poetry scene. Jack served as an editor for a number of publications including the Philadelphia Gay News. In a 2012 interview Jack discussed the impact of Fishtown on his poetry:
I had plenty to struggle against in Fishtown. The neighborhood’s old atmosphere – when it was industrial, before it became gentrified — still pervades a lot of my work. My poems are often set in gritty urban locales. I was oppressed as a kid in Fishtown – I was a target for bullies – and that gave me an outsider’s perspective, and made me identify with the underdog, which I still do. That colors a lot of my choices of subjects, and the viewpoints from which I write, when they aren’t my own.
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Jack Veasey at Rooted Open MIC
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After a number of moves, Jack and his partner P. David Walker moved to Hummelstown, Pennsylvania. Jack became an integral part of the Central Pennsylvania poetry scene reading at numerous venues and assisting other poets in their development. A member of the Almost Uptown Poetry Cartel, Jack was a featured reader at the venue as well as reading in the open mic. Jack was also featured at venues in Lancaster and York.
Jack Veasey at Almost Uptown Poetry Cartel
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Jack Veasey had eleven books published during his lifetime and was published in hundreds of literary publications. He said as a young man he had an eclectic group of influences:
Edna St. Vincent Millay’s sonnets had a big impact on me, and got me interested in writing formal poetry – I’ve done quite a bit of that, though I write free verse a lot, too. Edward Field’s poems opened me up in terms of feeling like I could write about ANY subject matter, including things most people would be embarrassed to write about. Jared Carter got me interested in the narrative aspect. I know Edward and Jared personally, and other poets I’ve known personally have had a big impact on me. I got a lot of encouragement to do readings from Maralyn Lois Polak early on in the Philly scene, and the lateNew York poet Barbara A. Holland was a mentor who was instrumental in getting my first chapbook published when I was twenty. Some poets I’ve studied with had a big impact – Alexandra Grilikhes and Etheridge Knight, particularly, both of whom I studied with in Philly.
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Bill Fritz, Marty Esworthy, Diane Sahms-Guarnieri, Christine O’Leary Rocky, g emil reutter and Jack Veasey
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. Books by Jack Veasey
The Dance That Begins And Begins: Selected Poems: 1973-2013 https://www.amazon.com/Dance-That-Begins-Selected-1973-2013/dp/0922558787/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1473426222&sr=1-2
Shapely: Selected Formal Poems https://www.amazon.com/Shapely-Selected-Formal-Jack-Veasey/dp/0922558736/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1473426222&sr=1-1
Jack Veasey’s Page on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=dp_byline_sr_book_1?ie=UTF8&text=Jack+Veasey&search-alias=books&field-author=Jack+Veasey&sort=relevancerank
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Jack Veasey reads at the Lancaster Poetry Exchange
Jack provided this advice to new poets on the scene:
Write and read as much as you can. Pursue what you are genuinely drawn to – don’t subscribe to anything because someone else tells that you “should.“ Originality comes from being true to your own real perspective.
Jack Veasey reads at Ryerss Museum in Philadelphia
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What others have said about Jack Veasey: ( From PA Book)
David A. Warner of The Philadelphia City Paper “Jack Veasey’s poetry lets you know from the outset that the poor are the people he sings about, and that’s that. His strongest poems are spare, sympathetic portraits that reveal whole histories of loneliness in small details. These are deceptively simple, surprisingly resonant poems.”
Christopher Bursk described Jack as “A brave and authentic poet.”
In an article by PennLive writer Steve Marroni, Veasey’s friend “[Rick] Kearns said that he not only respected Veasey as a poet, but he respected him for his kindness, sincerity, and his willingness to help other poets, too.”
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Jack Veasey reads in open at Almost Uptown Poetry Cartel
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A memorial reading will be held at the Rooted Artist Collective in York, Pa. tonight at 7 p.m. The address is 101 North Newberry Street, York Pa. http://therootedart.com/
Links to Jack Veasey:
Poets and Writers: http://www.pw.org/content/jack_veasey_2
Blogspot: http://jackveasey.blogspot.com/p/about-me.html
Penn Live Obit: http://www.pennlive.com/news/2016/07/hummelstown_jack_veasey.html
Penn Live Profile: https://theburgnews.com/culture/writer-jack-veasey-spent-lifetime-answering-simple-twoword-question
10 Questions for Jack Veasey: https://foxchasereview.wordpress.com/2012/03/18/10-questions-for-jack-veasey/
Pa Books: http://pabook2.libraries.psu.edu/palitmap/bios/Veasey__Jack.html
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Jack Veasey at the Midtown Cinema
THE RABBIT’S FUNERAL
By Jack Veasey
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We should wait till after dark, you said,
And I agreed.
I had gone there in the afternoon,
after she stopped breathing,
after we stopped crying
and holding on to each other
as we could not hold on to her.
On both sides of the bridge,
There were signs everywhere:
NO TRESPASSING.
PRIVATE PROPERTY.
VIOLATORS WILL BE ARRESTED.
No place where you could walk
Right to the edge of the water.
Neighbors we’ve never met
Own every inch of the world
On that side of the tracks.
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We passed the last house.
I lead the way.
A camper was parked in the front yard,
Not far from the river.
All its lights were on,
The canopy extended,
A card table and two lawn chairs
Set outside, as if the occupants
Would be right back.
Dogs barked somewhere
On the property
To warn them we were passing.
We would not want them
To notice us. Thank God
It would be darker
On the bridge.
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You carried her
Wrapped in a pink baby blanket.
The bridge curved uphill.
If it had been lighter,
You could see the water
Through the slats under our feet. Cars hissed by us
With high beams, one low stone wall
Between us and them, another
Between us and the river.
We were almost at the center,
At the top,
When an egret swooped over us. –
Only a yard or two above us, a huge black shadow
Set against the sky’s dim glow.
Both of us gasped
At the sight.
We know it meant something.
You told me later
That was when you knew
That everything would be all right.
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You opened the blanket so we could see her,
Touch her, say goodbye.
I stroked her fur, afraid she would feel stiff.
She didn’t. She felt like herself,
Though so utterly still.
She had lived with us seven years.
We couldn’t afford a cremation.
There was no place private
We could bury her;
We rent our shred
Of the town.
But we would give her
To the universe, to nature.
I told her that we loved her
And we always would, hoping
Her spirit would hear me,
Wherever it was.
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We had decided we would keep
The blanket to remember her.
You let her drop.
It seemed the fall
Took an impossibly long time.
Her small body
Made a large splash.
We held each other
Once more, wept again
For a few minutes. Then
We turned away to take
The dark walk home.
And yes, I will confess
I did look back, searching
For that shadow in the sky.
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Published in the Winter 2015 Edition of The Fox Chase Review
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Photographs courtesy of Almost Uptown Poetry Cartel, Harrisburg News, The Fox Chase Review, Anna X Jones, Rooted Open Mic
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g emil reutter is a writer of poems and stories. You can find him here: About g emil reutter
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