Christine Jordan Features on June 24, 2018 and Village Poets Write About Love and Nature

Village Poets are pleased to present Christine Jordan as featured poet on Sunday, June 24, 2018 at 4:30 p.m. The Village Poets Monthly Readings are held at Bolton Hall Museum, 10110 Commerce Avenue, Tujunga, CA 91042. The readings include 30 min. for the featured poet, as well as two open mike segments. Refreshments are served and $3 donations collected for the cost of the venue, the second historical landmark in the City of Los Angeles, that celebrated its centennial in 2013. The Museum is managed by the Little Landers Historical Society, named after the "little land" that each settler received in the Tujunga and Sunland foothills when the area was settled. The readings adhere to a self-imposed PG-13 rating, without extreme depictions of sex or violence, and with an air of gentility,  so poets use their words to bless the world, rather than curse it.

CHRISTINE JORDAN

CE (Christine) Jordan has performed and created unique dance/theatre work all her life. Her signature dance opus, ‘LA Breakdown’, a 6-part dance/theatre work, premiered in sections from 1984 to 1987 at Cal State LA, and came together in a complete showing at Fringe Festival LA in Fall 1987, entertaining folks for two weekends at the Mac Arthur Park Bandshell.  She was bitten by the poetry bug in 1982, and has subsequently had her work published in  Armchair/Shotgun, Blue Satellite, Rivertalk and other journals over the years.

Her true love, though, is blurring lines & meshing genres. She began staging her poetry and stories in 1996,  performing with The Nannette Brodie Dance Theatre in 1996-97.  Most notably, her signature theatre opus, ‘Notes on a Country Childhood’, an evening solo outing full of touching and entertaining stories and poems about her rural childhood in Ojai, CA, has been performed in parts and as a whole in various theatrical and non- traditional performing spaces since 2009. She edits, combines, and happily riffs on this material as part of the texts for many Story Chicks pieces, the two gal theatre company she began with Terri MartinLujan in 2013. This is yet another example of getting ‘bitten’ by a good idea!

Ms Jordan’s current solo work includes ‘Map to the Stars’ with live piano accompaniment by Craig Kupka, which debuted at ArtShare LA in March 2016, and its next incarnation, ’Tinsel Town, tall tales of a ballerina in Hollywood‘, which enchanted young and old at the Hollywood Ivar Branch of the LA Public Library in July 2017. ‘A Model Life’, her humorous run-down of life as a fashion model in the 70’s and 80‘s, debuted at The Coffee Gallery Backstage in Dec. 2016 and then was seen with new visuals as part of  Moda 360 at The New Mart downtown LA in Aug. 2017. Story Chicks’ newest opus, ‘Starstruck, your name in lights’ a show about young performer’s dreams and stumbles, is currently being developed to debut in early summer 2018. A cabaret version of the show debuted in March 2017 at The Padua Hills Theatre in Claremont.

CE has her BA in dance/UCLA and MA in Theatre/CSULA. She has studied ballet and tap intensively, danced with The Moving Co. a Pasadena-based modern dance company, part of the NEA Dance Touring program, from 1973-78, worked with Bella Lewitsky and Miriam Nelson on stage and in television, and with Debra DeLiso in acting and staging memoir.  She has also created costumes and props for local LA theatre companies, including her favorite company, The Foliage Theatre Project, throughout the 1990s. Ms Jordan spent 10 pretty marvelous years modeling on the runway, for TV, and editorial shoots, represented by Mary Webb Davis in LA and by Ellen Harth in NY. Her career teaching creative dance and theatre to children spans 25 years, and she continues to learn and create by the seat of her pants!

possum garden                  by C.E. Jordan

this living-space

out of doors, by

day, glows, shift-

ing its spotlights.

But by night to

night I found

all the familiar

places hording their

own kind of light.

Like my white x-

mas lights, strung

common, are now

as good as

steaming

searchlights, making

my pagoda’s ceiling

its own Hollywood

premier

and the latest

possum waddling

across the red

carpet, shining

his day-glo mime-

masque right straight

in my direction. Creatures

tame and not, natural

for the most part, go

phosphorescent, and

blink tidings from

white patches

here and there. And

Vinca and periwinkle-shaped

wheels of light,

teeming stars

in white crockery

whiter and still no

moon. Then

  

the sounds like heat

seem to rise and

float dismembered

in the semi-darkness.

Voices badgering, more

wild things whining low.

And crickets, I’m sorry,

but you have to hear

this tiny, squeaking

chorus, hallelujahs

& noir plots this

night, growing home-

made stories &

third man types

shadow-hopping,

wild life out

here.

VILLAGE POETS NEWS

The May 27, 2018 reading by Seven Dhar and presentation by Abby Diamond were full of inspirational moments and true poetic delights. 

Seven Dhar, Maja Trochimczyk, Abby Diamond

Abby Diamond presented an original torn-paper collage to Moonrise Press, for use in the press's publicity.

We decided to post some of the Village Poets recent verse and bring more love to the world from our foothill community.

 Love’s Cliche

by Joe DeCenzo

May the words of the tired uninspired hackneyed poets

Ring out louder than the bells of Westminster if those words be love

If love be cliché then let me soak in its ponderous rain.

Let its mundane repetition fill the tomes of mankind

Its every margin and indentation ‘til there is no blank space

Let it be the first word spoken at daybreak

The last word murmured at prayers

And the longest note sustained in every choral song

Let Love be the first ingredient of every recipe

The first provision of any contract

The last word uttered with my dying breath

Thorns

by Marlene Hitt


I know the rose
the splendid rose
I know the thorns
the tender skin
the gash
I know the gash
I know the fur
caught on the thorn
I know the fur
I know its warmth
I know the warmth
the noontime sun
the face of the rose
as it greets my eye
I know the rose
I know the thorn

the thorn I never touch.

Wash Wonderland

by Pamela Shea

Wash Wonderland

2/5/18 – Pamela Shea

Alice falls

Through the looking glass

Surfacing

In the wash

In the distance a dog howls

In trees birds flutter

She whistles

To her friends

Overhead

A flock of geese fly, fly, fly

They call, sing

Reconfiguring 

Hummingbird flits

From flower to flower

Mesmerizing

With the whir of wings

A crow caws, caws, caws

Seemingly scolding

In no hurry

To vacate its post

West to east

Sky pushes past moon

On its way

To golden sunrise

Indulge dear Alice

She is quite harmless

Carefully she steps 

Sauntering along, sauntering along, sauntering along 

In the past she ran

Trying to escape

Now she hops and skips

Into the future  

When she leaves

It will be blessing

She will fly, fly, fly

Somewhere far beyond

Perhaps north

To mountains

Or south

To deserts

Maybe east

To sunrise

Or west

To ocean sunset

Won’t you please join Alice

When you are able?

Wonderland exists

Wherever one chooses

Here, here, here

by Maja Trochimczyk

I love my mountains

blue and spring green still

under clear azure expanse,

their velvet pleats pile up

in layers above the valley

rock pathways in empty riverbed.

This is the Earth - naked

free of trees and houses, of rush

and pavement and cars on hot asphalt

in LA summers - this is

pure repose - serenely breathing

slowly, deeply - in the cycle of centuries

I love my mountains

the bluish shadows on distant slopes

manzanita and sage scattered 

on those close by- they open

like curtains into infinity - to let me in

beyond the next peak, the next canyon

into new worlds that grow within

in warm sunlight, under cool glow

of spiraling galaxies before dawn.

I'm here, I found my life

waiting for me under the indigo

cupola outlined with deep purple

at the ridges -  here crickets

measure the night as they sing

"we are here, here, here, here..." 

while birds sleep

hidden among branches.

Only the distant waves of truck noise

from the freeway remind me

that this paradise of mine

this magic, fluid, living 

folding and unfolding is my LA home

my own LA LA Land, of sweet

mountains under the brightest of Suns.

Unbridled

by Dorothy Skiles


Fond memory
ever so softly, quietly
calls to me…                                   

Monarch butterflies
in early summer’s flight
flutter through and beyond
mother’s morning glory vines
dressed in brilliant blues
and free to grow unbridled
along the chain link fence
of my childhood.

Butterfly by Bill Skiles (2013).

MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS MONTH

Since May is the Mental Health Awareness Month and in 2018 also the month of the "We Rise" campaign by the Department of Mental Health of Los Angeles County, some poets at the reading dedicated their work to increasing the awareness of mental health issues, and the importance of health and wellness.  

Dr. Maja Trochimczyk of Phoenix Houses of California, and Moonrise Press, read poems inspired by nature and reflections on finding and maintaining emotional well-being in life.  Other poets, like Pamela Shea, Dorothy Skiles, and Marlene Hitt, selected work inspired by the love of nature, reproduced above, as expressions of wisdom and beauty of the natural world and its soothing effect on human emotions and psychological well-being. 

Flyers about Phoenix House  behavioral health services in California were available during the event. More information about "We Rise" may be found on DMH website: http://whywerise.la/