Village Poets join California State Poetry Society in presenting poets Cindy Rinne and Bory Thach with their collaborative book "Letters under Rock" during Virtual Village Poets Monthly Reading on November 22, 2020 at 4:30 pm to 6:30 pm. Open Mike segments included before and after the features. At Bolton Hall Museum, we would have had snacks, cookies, fruit, cakes and coffee, especially for our Thanksgiving Feast. Alas, the Museum is closed, so, instead, bring your own refreshments and enjoy them at home!
This presentation is partly sponsored by the Dignity Health Foundation, through a grant for "Close to Nature" Project for Phoenix Houses of Los Angeles, with the California State Poetry as one of the collaborating partners.
ZOOM READING INVITATION
Maja Trochimczyk is inviting you to a scheduled Zoom meeting.
Topic: Village Poets and CSPS Present Cindy Rinne and Bory Thach
Time: Nov 22, 2020 04:30 PM Pacific Time (US and Canada)
Join Zoom Meeting: Link provided by Email to Invited Guests
ABOUT THE POETS
Cindy Rinne creates fiber art and writes in San Bernardino, CA. Represented Poet by Lark Gallery, LA, CA. She was Poet in Residence for the Neutra Institute Gallery and Museum, Los Angeles, CA. A Pushcart nominee. Her poems have appeared in literary journals, anthologies, art exhibits, and dance performances. Cindy is the author of several books: silence between drumbeats (Four Feathers Press), Knife Me Split Memories (Cholla Needles Press), Letters Under Rock with Bory Thach, (Elyssar Press), and others. Her poetry appeared or forthcoming: Anti-Heroin Chic, The Poetry Barn, Verse-Virtual, LitGleam, and others, plus several anthologies including: “Feminist Pilgrimage” edited by Stacy Russo and We Are Here: Village Poets Anthology edited by Maja Trochimczyk and Marlene Hitt (Moonrise Press, 2020). www.fiberverse.com
Bory Thach was born in a refugee camp located on the border between Thailand and Cambodia. His family immigrated to the United States when he was four years old. He served in the U.S. Army and deployed to Iraq in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. He holds an MFA from California State University San Bernardino. Fiction and creative nonfiction fall under the art of storytelling, while poetry for him is more of a study of language, an art form. His work appeared or is forthcoming in: Pacific Review, Urban Ivy, Arteidolia, and Sand Canyon Review, plus We Are Here: Village Poets Anthology edited by Maja Trochimczyk and Marlene Hitt. In 2020, Thach joined the Board of the California State Poetry Society as one of the Editors of the California Quarterly, to serve along with Maja Trochimczyk, CSPS President, Maura Harvey, Terry Ehret and Margaret Saine. His first volume to edit will be CQ vol. 47 no. 1, Spring 2021.
Dear
Nomad, Ancestors/Dream
I
lean sideways in front of the cypress mirror and
brush
my hair one hundred times as my mother
taught me. Soak this dress with three figs
across
the bodice on powder blue cotton, in the oasis,
squeezing
water into my mouth. Beyond my reach,
the
inherited dress floats through the layers of stacked
beings
encased in clouds while light brown rabbits,
sensitive
and kind, scamper like gusty winds in four
directions.
Heavenly and earthly realms join.
Ashen
wolf and deer my origin. Date palms
reach,
attempting to grab the dress which dodges
like
a balloon. I set the brush down, smooth my dress,
and
watch rabbits leap in salt grasses.
Tell
me the truth.
Be
my witness.
The
dress. The dress. The dress.
Dear
Wanderer,
Love
deserves an aftertaste
before
night fades into the sunrise.
Purple
lightning through dark clouds,
sage
green sky over dead tree.
An
arm-like hand to hold up the Milky Way.
Infinite
stars conquer storm
and
preside over turmoil. A cloud of empty
ghosts
moves
toward the crows. Lacking strength
I
see another trembling
kiss
by your lips separated by yin and yang.
Break
away from the spider’s web. Awaken
to
truth without intoxication
like
tornado over water,
the
red afterglow above ionosphere,
I
become helpless as drifting
leaves
of lavender.
A
dreamland I miss and regret
where
we borrow happiness…
Dear
Nomad, Hush/Unchanged
Blue
dawn brightens
Pleiades,
icy sun,
And
hibiscus like snowflakes
Planted
as totem.
Against
the drifting fog,
Three
guardian trees
Imprint
the shrouded mountain.
I
vibrate in the unbroken
Starlight
as mist,
As
angel.
Hush.
Dear Wanderer,
The
past comes back, gathering like a flower
Withered
wishes. It’s amazing how sea, sky
Share
the same color. I watch you fly
Up
into that seafloor,
So
endlessly wide and eternal.
We
reach the flooded sky—
Widespread
wings.
Love
unchanged. My tears flow back to you.
As
burning incense turns to snow, and lightning
Bolts
dance in our palms.
One
yields a lotus
The
other a red string.
Dear
Nomad, Haunted/Vibrations
How many
tomorrows?
Earth
mother, my skin splits like textured
flakes
of an old oak tree. Sunken eyes.
My
hands unknot the webs. I sit cramped
in
the corner radiating pyramids.
I
mourn the loss
maiden
to crone
alone
in an ice cave, an entrance
guarded
by Garnr.
Fever
chills
encompass
me.
Is this not baptism by thorns?
You would salve my wounds.
Instead, I drink tea of holly
leaves trying to heal.
Where are you?
River
runs beyond my stomach.
I
wear a death mask. Is Hel,
one-half
bones, the other divine
preparing
the transition of my soul?
Seers and shamans will travel
for my counsel. I will give them
holly for strength and wisdom.
I need
to see you.
Dear
Wanderer,
Born
from the Earth, a child of nature
among
purity and innocence. Spiritual
happiness.
Tranquil love between you
and
me. Face paler than snow
with
ember eyes.
Why do you seem so
familiar?
I’m in a stream of stars at night,
reflecting on the waves.
Delicate lilacs cover your wounds.
Sharp eyes transform into fire.
Birds,
paper the sky, only to leave star
trails.
Calm, my mind as passionate
mountains
where twilight dawns
into
late spring, and time itself
spikes
non-linear.
Unable
to turn away, I stare, moon-eyed
Underwater
while a bromeliad emerges
from
vibrations of mantras.
You
take away my sorrow.
ABOUT THE BOOK AND THE POETS
Published in October 2019, "Letters Under Rock" is a 82-page volume of Performance Poetry co-authored by Cindy Rinne and Bory Thach and structured as a series of letters exchanged by a Nomad and a Wanderer on their spiritual journey through life.
ISBN 978-1087421926
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Letters-Under-Rock-Cindy-Rinne/dp/1087421926
Letters Under Rock is part poetry, dance, and wearable art—beyond that it is a rare glimpse of artistic intimacy. Cindy Rinne and Bory Thach move with a sense of purpose and sincerity that leave the audience awed by the power of beauty, love, and friendship.
~ Nicelle Davis, author of The Walled Wife
It’s basically spirit through the medium of body in action.
~ Michael Thomas Cooper, author of Speaking Through Sediment
Cindy and Bory transformed the Lancaster Museum of Art and History - MOAH into a sacred space by being in perfect harmony with each other. There was something intangible that emanated from their words and choreography that transported the viewers beyond time and space. They produced a unique moment of grace where all the distractions of the world disappeared. Thank you, Cindy and Bory for sharing your sacred choreography with the audience.
~ Marthe Aponte, mixed media artist who specializes in Picoté
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