Village Poets of Sunland & Tujunga: 2022

Thursday, December 22, 2022

Happy New Year! With Leland-St. John and Galasso, 29 January 2023, Bolton Hall Museum, Tujunga

So Far, So Good, photo by Maja Trochimczyk

Happy New Year 2023! Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga are pleased to invite poets and friends of poetry to the first of this year's Monthly Reading held in-person, on Sunday, January 29, 2023 at 4:30 pm. at the Bolton Hall Museum, located at 10110 Commerce Ave, Tujunga, Los Angeles, CA 91042-2313. We will start the year on a high note, presenting two eminent poets, Sharmagne Leland St. John and William Scott Galasso.

According to Chinese zodiac, this will be the year of Water Rabbit, starting on January 22, 2023... Two segments of open mic will be available and refreshments will be served. Suggested donation $5 per person for the cost of refreshments and to donate to the Little Landers Society that manages the Bolton Hall Museum, a Los Angeles Historical Landmark built in 1913.

This will be the last Monthly Readings with featured poets selected by Dr. Maja Trochimczyk, who has served as Artistic Director of Village Poets for 12 years, booking poets, creating blogs, posting notices on Facebook, and emailing poets. After she steps down, Alice Pero, current Poet Laureate of Sunland-Tujunga, will take over the role of making selections of poets for the VP Monthly Readings.

SHARMAGNE LELAND-ST. JOHN

Sharmagne Leland-St. John, 22-time Pushcart Prize nominee, is a Native American author, poet, concert performer, lyricist, artist and filmmaker.

She is the Editor-in-Chief of the 21-year-old literary and cultural arts journal Quill and Parchment.com. She is the founder of fogdog poetry in Arlington, WA, Quill and Parchment Poetry at The Vauclause Lounge in West Hollywood. Sharmagne tours the United States, Canada, and Europe as a performance poet.

She is widely anthologised and her poetry and short stories appear as well in many on-line literary journals, radio and television. She has published 7 books of poetry Unsung Songs (2003), Silver Tears and Time (2005), Contingencies (2008), La Kalima (2010), A Raga for George Harrison (2020) IMAGES: A Collection of Ekphrastic Poetry (2021) The Trip (2021) and co-authored a book on film production design. Designing Movies: Portrait of a Hollywood Artist( Greenwood/Praeger 2006).

Sharmagne is editor of Cradle Songs: An Anthology of Poems on Motherhood (2012,) winner of the 2013 International Book Award Honouring Excellence in Mainstream and Independent Publishing as well as one of four finalists for the NIEA. (National Independent Excellence Award).

Tiny Warrior

by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

You never saw the spring my love

Or the red-tailed hawk circling high above

On feathered wings my love

You only knew the snow

You never saw the prairie grasses bend and blow

And undulate like the shimmering indigo sea

You never saw me

Your eyes were closed so tight

They say you put up quite a fight

Somehow your life was over before it had begun and

Gently did I touch and kiss your tiny-fingered hand

Born too soon

You never saw the silver moon

Or the light of a summer's day

Last night I dreamt a gathering of eagles

Had come

To spirit you away

Born too soon

Your tender heart

Could not beat

To the pulsing rhythm

Of life's taut drum

Nikolai 1982-1983

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Bruna Vieira gathers flowers

by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

Bruna Vieira gathers flowers in her garden
she dreams of wildflowers but
chooses sunflowers instead
she's smart she knows they'll last the longest
she'll cut the stems tall, put sugar in the water
and hope they'll still be beautiful
when he comes to visit on Sunday

in her dreams she's dressed in hymns
not jeans and a blue and white striped pullover
she dances for the flowers and calls them Girasol
as they nod their sunshine heads
in the blue and white Meissen vase
where she has carefully arranged them
with their stems cut at an angle

she spins and her red hair is a furore of flames
leaping and licking the scented air behind her
she has adagio and lento
tattooed in curlicues on opposite ankles
to remind her of the tempo of the dance
and the rhythm of her life
in black ink a flutter of sparrows
dot her right wrist…
as she reaches out to caress the flowers
one of them flies away

from IMAGES: A Collection of Ekphrastic Poetry (2021) Taj Mahal Press

WILLIAM SCOTT GALASSO

William Scott Galasso is the author of seventeen books of poetry including Rough Cut: Thirty Years of Senryu (2019),Legacy: Thirty Years of Haiku, (2020) and Saffron Skies (2022), his latest published work. In addition, Scott’s co-edited two anthologies, Cascade Cuneiform (1995), with The Seattle Live Poets and Eclipse Moon, (2017), with Deborah P. Kolodji moderator of the SCHSG. He serves as an editor for the California Quarterly.

He will present the newest book, Saffron Skies, published in 2022.

Sample Poems:

zen garden
every snowflake
finds a stone

hunger moon
between tank treads
winter wheat

let me be
a hummingbird
busy in your blossom
let me flutter you to sunburst
and fine Spring rain

At The Mercy of Poseidon

Body surfing, I'm caught in a blue/green

fetal curl. The Pacific's rolling thunder, blasting

my ear's cavity, as I, having seconds ago flown before

the seventh wave's China white crest, plunge now,

Hard and fast as a hawk after prey towards what I hope

is sand not stone, when in an instant the world

turns upside down and I inexplicably land on my feet

astonished praising the God of good fortune

MRI test

no tumor,

no clot

WISHES FROM VILLAGE POETS

Maja Trochimczyk with her 15-month old granddaughter, Dec. 2022

With best wishes for a joyous Hanukkah and Merry Christmas,

Village Poets would like to share some Christmas-themed poems

by our founder, Marlene Hitt. Enjoy!

Birth

Mary was silent as she smiled.
Shepherds murmured, watching him.
"What a fine, fine boy, a beautiful child
Jehovah-shammah, Adonai, Elohim!"
How did they know, those quiet men?
Who had told them the future of God?
They knelt, they prayed, they whispered,"Oh when?"
went on their way to plod and to plod
to live out their lives so patiently
watching, listening, tending their sheep
not guessing a thing about thorns and a tree
waiting, waiting, awake and asleep.
It is later now, so many years.
for us there are stories to make us cry
twined up with miracles, joys and tears
of the poor little baby born only to die
and to live, who will lovingly take us along
"Fear not!" We hear it again and again
and with gratitude we sing loudly our song
in the name of the Baby-Child.
Amen and Amen.

Duccio di Buoninsegna, Madonna with Angels and Saints

In Reverie This Christmas

A fire. And some china cups

the taste of tea upon the lips

flavored by lovely moments that cling

in Time's delicious sips.

Christmas dreams, so many pass

join chain-like into long thought strings

chains linked up to smile and song

tear-stained, circled, like table rings.

A fir tree always centers here

beside the sofa and this chair.

circles of light on green and red

mingle with the scented air.

The oldest grandma sat right there

dressed in a home-sewn skirt.

the grandfather's pipe, unlit, unsmoked

spilled ash-brown leaf upon his shirt.

And now some little slippered toes

step on those ghostly feet

of memories, of time passed by

of life in slow retreat.

Here, dreaming at the fireside,

mixing sad with cinnamon

all the Christmas remembering

blends and mixes and steeps till done.

Christmas Tree Ornaments, Photo by Maja Trochimczyk

Fir Tree Fairy Tale

A small dead tree alone one night
was covered with tinsel and covered with light.
That bundle of wood waited till morn
That poor dead tree was standing forlorn.
It heard the midnight bells and then
it saw the starry skies as rose-hued
frosty winter dawn
stroked sleepy little eyes.
Then the spirit of happiness entered that place
the glow of joy was on each small face.
Children danced and grandfathers smiled
mothers and grandmas hugged each little child.
The breath of joy burst through the tree
as it came alive as was meant to be
Awake, awake on Christmas morn,
the time when fir tree hearts are born.

Our Lady of the Bright Mount, Czestochowa, Poland

Friday, December 9, 2022

Village Poets Say Farewell to Lloyd Hitt in November 2022

Maja Trochimczyk, Marlene Hitt and Lloyd Hitt at the 4th of July Parade in 2018

Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga have said their farewells to Dr. Lloyd Hitt, a retired pharmacist, community activist, poet, and a recipient of our 2019 Lifetime Achievement Award shared with his wife, Marlene Hitt.

The Celebration of Life ceremony took place on Saturday, 19 November 2022 at the New Hope Church in Sunland, with over 100 people in attendance. The event included live music played on flute, keyboard, prayers and speeches, the presentation of the flag to the widow of this Korean War veteran, complete with Taps beautifully played on the trumpet, and a luncheon during which the attendees could share their memories of Lloyd and his impact on their lives.

During the "official" part of the event, Joe DeCenzo read the Eulogy, prepared by Lloyd's son Robert. It is here reproduced in its entirety.

Lloyd Hitt (1932-2022)

Lloyd Hitt was born February 18, 1932 in San Jose California. His father was Bill Hitt, mother Lorraine and sister Marilyn. He was born during The Great Depression. He grew up in a Christian home and his childhood was primarily during the wartime effort. His father, Bill, was an aircraft mechanic, pilot and chief inspector for McDonnell aircraft. Lloyd’s family, like most families at that time, did not have a lot of money, lived a frugal life, and moved often following wherever his father’s expertise was needed.

He often talked about the various places he lived as a boy. Oklahoma, where his father promptly had Lloyd dig a long ditch for a place to shelter in case of tornados. Or Daggett, where they had a nice house provided right on the airbase. Because it was only a two bedroom, like most homes of that era, his father converted a tool shed out behind the house to a bedroom for Lloyd. He remembered how cold it was in the winter and enjoyed the kerosene heater. They had to move again because, as a Christian woman of that era, his mom did not like how the other ladies enjoyed evening cocktails. His father found a small one room cottage in the nearby town of Newberry Springs. He often spoke of the one room schoolhouse where the teacher was about 90 and pulled from retirement to teach his class.

Lloyd picked, dried and shucked a large sack of walnuts and sold them to the PX on base for $7 and used that money to buy his first .22 rifle. He felt like he was in heaven wandering the vast desert with his .22 and would look for turtles, rabbits and snakes. He also would ride his ex polo pony and said that horse would turn and stop so fast he could hardly hang on.

He lived in many other areas like Pacoima, Canoga Park and finally Sunland where his father always would convert a chicken coop, garage attic or even have Lloyd live in a tent out in the yard so his younger sister, Marilyn, could have her own room. But he never complained about any of that. We believe it was part of the adventure of life to him.

At the age of 16, he started working at Sunland Pharmacy. He would clean the floors, burn the trash and was finally promoted to soda jerk. I don’t believe he paid much mind to the owner’s daughter at that time as she was 4 years younger, more to follow on that. Lloyd attended Verdugo Hills High School, where he learned to play the saxophone and joined the band. He went on to Glendale College where he worked for his associates’ degree. He also attended UCLA.

Growing up with a father in the aircraft industry, he signed up to be a pilot in the air force. While waiting for that call, he was drafted into the Army. He said when he was in boot camp the call for the Air Force came in, unfortunately his commanding Officer informed him he was now Army property. He said he never regretted it.

The Korean war had been going on for some time when he was shipped to an outpost named pork chop hill. While en route, he would tell Bobby, “The trucks were coming down with the dead and wounded as fast as the trucks were going up with fresh troops.” He would say, “not a guy in those trucks could spit, their mouths were so dry from fear and not a word was spoken.”

He befriended a Corporal named White. They shared a machine gun nest together. The tripod on the .50 cal machine gun was broken and White told Lloyd that he saw one laying on the side of the road a few miles back. Lloyd found the tripod but was spotted by the enemy. Mortars came in and somehow, other than some shrapnel in his arm, he was spared. He delivered the tripod and was sent to medical for treatment. That night his nest took a direct hit and his friend White was killed.

He had shared his stories with the family over the years without much emotion, but it wasn’t until his dementia was advanced and he was blindly expressing things that they discovered for all those years, he had mastered the suppression of his PTSD. You never heard one regret about the Army, it taught him so much about life and made him a strong man. He was deeply appreciative of the Army GI bill affording him the chance to attend USC and become a pharmacist.

Something else happened when he was overseas, the boss’s daughter I mentioned earlier, her name was Marlene. She had been writing him letters. Now both mature with some life experience, a romance evolved. They were married in 1956 at St Mark's Church in Glendale. Married 66 years, she was his only love as he repeated again and again-that he loved her dearly.

Lloyd was always a leader. When studying at USC, he became president of his fraternity and class president of the USC School of Pharmacy where he graduated with honors. Many hours were spent at the dinette table of the newlyweds studying.

Lloyd was a great father to Jeanette and Bobby, their words. He took them to ride the family horses through the Wash and through the hills, and he and Bobby took the horses backpacking in the wilderness of the Sierra. He would take the family camping and fishing and was always supportive... Both Bobby and Jeanette worked with him at Hober’s Pharmacy, the store opened by Marlene’s parents. It was a nice way to be together after school or during vacations. Always busy at the Pharmacy, they looked forward to every other weekend at home with him. It would usually be a workday around the house and church on Sunday. For many years, during this time, Lloyd devoted himself to leadership and fellowship at Sunland Baptist Church of course, now called New Hope Community Church.

Upon retirement, like most new retirees, he searched for a new direction. He did things like

making Lincoln logs for the grandkids. He made a miniature adobe mission, walking sticks, and he loved to work in the garden. Marlene donated her time as a docent and historian at Bolton Hall Museum and Lloyd joined her. Once again, him being the leader, he soon became the President of the Little Landers Historical Society that runs Bolton Hall. There he fought for upgrades to the building such as a new flagpole that hadn’t been replaced since 1914; a new roof and re-landscape the surrounding park prompted him to correspond with city dignitaries sometime to their chagrin. There he also started a movement to preserve local landmarks such as the castle style homes and original structures in our area. He also spent years on a movement to preserve a place at the local Verdugo Hills golf course as it was previously a WWII internment site. Tuna Camp Detention Station now has historical status.

With so much energy and so much willingness to give, he became interested in poetry, writing, some travel, paleontology, home improvement, community activities, and family life. Lloyd Hitt spent the last 18 weeks of his life in Montrose Health Care facility, suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease. A devastating end to 90 years of love, devotion, fortitude and service. Lloyd’s was a life well lived.

~ Eulogy by Robert Hitt, presented by Joe DeCenzo

Lloyd and Marlene as Grand Marshalls of the Parade

All attendees of the Celebration of Life received a booklet with a brief biography, photograph, program and a lovely poem by Marlene Hitt. Here's her poem:

To You, W.L.H

On the shore once we stood

watching waves take the sand

I close to you

holding my hand

The back of our future

a long time ago

we see clearly now

passed quickly, passed slow

Herb and poultice

salve and balm

gentled soft on wounds

healed, now are gone

On the far shore of the future

still together we stand

I - close to you, you -

holding my hand

Marlene, Dublin, July 10, 2000

There were many speeches at the community-hall part of the Celebration of Life, many memories, many tears. As representative of Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga, a group somewhat not well remembered by other attendees, Maja Trochimczyk recalled Lloyd's help during Monthly Poetry Readings at Bolton Hall. Even though he had served as the President of the Little Landers Historical Society, Lloyd was not afraid of the broom: he swept crumbs left by poets after the refreshments were served, and made sure that everything was in good order when the poets left Bolton Hall in the evening. That's "Servant Leadership" at its best! And a great example to future generations of community activists.

Maja also read two poems by Lloyd from a book of poetry The Earth Time that Moonrise Press published in 2018 and Marlene Hitt edited. These insightful poems show Lloyd's gifts of observation and reflection about life.

The Earth Time is a unique poetry collection documenting a lifetime of service of Dr. Lloyd Hitt, a Californian, pharmacist, USC graduate, Korean War veteran, writer, and community activist. The book of 46 poems is divided into five sections, focusing on: the contemplation of natural beauty and power (The Earth Time), dramatic experiences of WWII (The War Time), memories of the past that passed away too quickly (The Memory Time), milestones of a well-lived life (The Life Time), and the time of love, primarily for his wife, poet and historian Marlene Hitt (The Love Time). Dr. Hitt received many awards and honors for his tireless and dedicated community service.

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Alone in Paris

Standing at the top

a million miles away

I’m alone

Below, Paris

glows with a million lights

I sense you near

The Eiffel is crowded,

exotic voices everywhere

Your voice is silent

Lovers walk hand in hand,

far below, and

I feel your touch

Lamps, light

the River Seine

Your breath on my cheek

Headlights circling ever faster

the Arc de Triomphe

As a racing heartbeat

Steel girders feel cold to my touch

but I know

I’m not alone

The Eiffel Tower, photo by Maja Trochimczyk

The Color of Life

You and I rode

a grain of sand falling

through the eye of the glass

You and I sat

by a yellow crackling fire

sunrise lit the valley below

You and I felt

the golden warmth of a smile

from across the room

You and I saw

the love of our newborn…

a blue velvet lullaby

You and I wandered

through fields of orange poppies

on a desert floor, wondering why

You and I looked

at the darkness of night

the blackness cradled the stars

You and I listened

to a rainbow of verse,

when first read

You and I succumbed

to the eye of the glass, grain by grain

leaving yesterday’s sand behind

All this, you and I were

full of life because

you were there.

Among other speakers, Pamela Shea of Village Poets read her poem written for this occasion:

Well Done, Lloyd, Well Done!

by Pamela Shea

In remembering Lloyd, I think of a strong oak tree,

Protecting, serving, providing shelter wherever planted.

Family, friends, country, and community are all blessed.

His legacy lives in all of us through good deeds and planting seeds.

Look around, Lloyd lives on among us; hear his song, he is never gone!

In 2019, Village Poets presented Marlene and Lloyd with a Lifetime Achievement Award for promoting poetry in the foothills. He got plenty of other honors, medals and distinctions, but we want to remember that he shared the world of poetry with us.

http://villagepoets.blogspot.com/2019/08/marlene-and-lloyd-hitts-lifetime.html

Lifetime Achievement Award for Marlene and Lloyd Hitt from Village Poets

Celebration of Life Programs and flag with medals.

A selection of Lloyd's honors and recognition

Wednesday, October 19, 2022

Village Poets Return to Bolton Hall Museum with Katerina Canyon poet and Karen Winters, artist, November 13, 2022 at 4:30pm

Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga are pleased to return to the Bolton Hall Museum for a first in-person reading in three years, featuring Katerina Canyon, our Poet Laureate No. 2 (2001-2004) and presenting California landscape artist Karen Winters of La Canada Flintridge. The reading will take place on Sunday, November 13, 2022, at 4:30 pm to 6:30 pm. The Bolton Hall Museum is located at 10110 Commerce Ave, Tujunga, Los Angeles, CA 91042-2313.

Two segments of open mic will be available and refreshments will be served. Suggested donation $5 per person for the cost of refreshments and to donate to the Little Landers Society that manages the Bolton Hall Museum, a Los Angeles Historical Landmark built in 1913.

KATERINA CANYON

Katerina Canyon is a 2020 and 2019 Pushcart Prize Nominee. Her stories have been published in the New York Times and Huffington Post. From 2000 to 2003, she served as the Poet Laureate of Sunland-Tujunga. During that time, she started a poetry festival and ran several poetry readings. She was featured in the Los Angeles Times and was awarded the Montesi Award from Saint Louis University in 2011, 2012, and 2013. She has published multiple chapbooks and an album.

While living in Sunland-Tujunga, she was active in the local community, coaching girls basketball, teaching writing classes through the McGroarty Arts Center, and organizing both the Sunland-Tujunga Poetry Festival and local poetry slams. She also hosted the Eccentric Moon Poetry Reading Series at Tujunga Branch of the Los Angeles Public Library.

She has been a featured poet in multiple venues across the country, including Beyond Baroque, Nuyorican, The Bowery Poetry Club and Chance Operations. She teaches poetry workshops to children and at universities. Her latest book, Surviving Home, was a Heartland Review finalist. She currently lives in Seattle, Washington, where she can often be found writing poetry near Pier 55.

More information on her website: https://www.poetickat.com/

Village Poets presented Canyon on zoom in November 2021:

https://villagepoets.blogspot.com/2021/10/village-poets-present-katerina-canyon.html

Link to Video from the reading https://youtu.be/E0oN1CvHNGY

Staring Across the Atlantic

My people were born underwater

In the hulls of slave ships.

My people were pulled from farms in Nigeria

From trade ships along the Nile river

From the rainforests of Cameroon.

My people were tossed in cages

With people who didn’t speak their language,

But we learned to speak a new tongue

From the end of the whip’s lash.

We learned the mood of the ocean.

We learned to read the stars through knot holes,

And to sing songs in tune with the waves.

That’s when we became American.

We were slaves to the British, the Dutch, the Portuguese,

We were even slaves to the Cherokee.

We not only marched the Trail of Tears

We carried their bags, their homes,

Their children on our backs.

We have fought in every single war

Since the American Revolution.

We are not America, but we are American.

As the years passed, we forgot the Baka, the Nok, the Hyksos

But in our songs, our jazz, our blues,

We can hear their ghosts.

That’s why we are Africa but not African.

We are cultural orphans

Grasping for the hem of our mother’s dress.

Sudden Sparkle, 11 x 14 oil painting, Ca. Northern coast

After poetry it will be the time for art: Karen Winters will show six of her landscape paintings and discuss her artistic interests and technique.

KAREN WINTERS

Karen Winters is a native Californian, for whom "art and the love of nature have been lifelong passions." She received my BA from UCLA, with a minor in Art History. A subsequent masters in journalism (also from UCLA) led to an award-winning career in advertising, followed by new ventures in broadcast news and documentary film making. Through all the years and all the travels, a sketchbook has been her steady companion, recording Egyptian archaeological digs, the movements of killer whales, or the dances of Tibetan monks. Now a full-time artist, she actively travels and paints on location throughout California and the western United States.

She writes: "My work is inspired by the natural world, whether the medium I choose is watercolor, oil, acrylic or pastel. I am most interested in capturing the quality of light as it defines a landscape, a still life or floral portrait. I make a practice of painting daily, either in studio or, my preference, in the beautiful California landscape. I would characterize my style as borrowing from the best of impressionism and realism. Among my historical influences have been tonalist George Inness, Edgar Payne, J Bond Francisco, and many of the other early California impressionists."

Through group and solo shows, her work has been exhibited at the Autry National Museum, the Pasadena Museum of California Art, the Bowers Museum of Cultural Art, the Riverside Museum of Art, the San Luis Obispo Art Museum, the Santa Paula Art Museum, the Riverside Museum of Art, The Pasadena Museum of History, the Long Beach Museum of Art, the Pacific Grove Museum of Natural History, the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels in LA, and is in the collection of the Huntington Library. Her paintings have been in National Watercolor Society shows, and won awards at Bowers Museum invitational events.

Affiliations: Artist member, California Art Club; American Impressionist Society; Pasadena Society of Artists.

The Oak on the Hill, 11 x 14 oil painting, Central California

Selected Recent Juried Exhibitions and Awards

2021

Art Tehachapi Plein Air Invitational

Mars: An Artistic Mission - "NASA and JPL, Bringing worlds together" - California Art Club

Welcome to California -"Palms of Dawn" - California Art Club

"Aqua Activated" show, Pasadena Society of Artists

2020

U.S. Embassy in Baku, Azerbaijan, "Upper Yosemite Falls, Yosemite National Park" On loan to the embassy until 2022 as part of the "Art in Embassies" program of the U.S. Dept. of State.

Pasadena Museum of History - Art Night exhibition and demonstration

"The Golden State" - Old Mill, California Art Club

"Wildflower Springtime - Central California" 14 x 18 inches oil painting

2019

Pacific Grove Museum of Natural History "Magnificent Migrations" "Red Fox"

Gold Medal Show, California Art Club "California Roll Sushi" - Pasadena Museum of California Art

Spring Show - "Quiet Spring Reflections" Old Mill, California Art Club

Summer Show - "Calafia Cliffs, San Clemente" Old Mill, California Art Club

Autumn Impressions: Painting the American Landscape, Muckenthaler Cultural Center, Fullerton, CA "Cottonwood Breezes"

Los Osos Autumn, 18 x 30 inches, oil painting

Ca. Central Coast, Los Osos Valley Road

2018

Yosemite Renaissance 34 - Yosemite Museum and Gallery, Yosemite National Park "Yosemite Awakening"

Art Matters - Huntington Museum and Botanical Gardens "Delphinium Dance"

Signs of Spring - A Day in the Garden - Old Mill, California Art Club "Blue Heron Lake"

Canyons to Coves - Old Mill, California Art Club - "Sculpted by Time"

SLOPOKE Fine Art of the West, Juried Exhibition and Sale (October 2018), Solvang, CA

2017

Descanso Gardens - Sturt Haaga Gallery juried "Bloom" show "Clivias" and "Descanso Sunflowers"

"Idyllic Impressions" - Old Mill, California Art Club

"Journey down the California Coast" - Old Mill, California Art Club

Central Coast Fields, 12 x 12 inches, oil painting

Central California

Saturday, July 30, 2022

Village Poets Present Sharon M. Williams on Sunday, August 28, 2022 at 4:30 pm on Zoom

Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga are pleased to present poet Sharon M. Williams on Sunday, August 28, 2022 at 4:30 pm via Zoom. The invitation is sent by email to Village Poets mailing list; you may request to be added to the list by contacting maja@moonrisepress.com.

Ms. Sharon Michele Williams is an author, poet, teacher and entrepreneur in the greater Los Angeles area. She was a teacher and counselor of high school youth and adults for over 20 years with the Los Angeles Unified School District. Currently, she continues to teach and mentor as a business owner in the field of education. Her written work appears in The Storyteller and Oak magazines

and most recent poems can be found in A Spiritual Journal of Healing, Scenes of Southern California and Spectrum: The Miracle Experiment. She is also the author of Two Truths Wise: A Collection of Poetry and Anecdotal Stories and her new book, Dark Days Light: A Poetry Collection for You. Sharon is passionate about living, writing and healing so when she’s not working, she spends her time exploring museums and art festivals, facilitating her writing group, staying healthy and enjoying time with family and friends.

OBSIDIAN

When you died,

I saw God. He told me about

your alpine days and black-widowed nights.

He said it was enough.

When you died,

I knew in advance. You came to me

across miles of sky, across the starred galaxy

of our youth. You called me by name

to the water. We smiled and walked

to the deep end, without our feet

touching the coral sand.

It was how we used to be.

When you died,

You were at peace, strolling along,

mind and body, lacquered, without any fear.

I could see your steps, ordered along the pyramid.

Your journey was your journey.

You didn’t negotiate

the rain.

When you died,

The heavens became a monsoon gray

but when the nectar of the sun rose again,

there sat a reflective gem, a raven of clear skies,

with a cello and a saxophone breeze.

Saturday, July 2, 2022

Happy Independence Day 2022! Village Poets are Baaaack in the Parade!

Happy Independence Day 2022!

from Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga and Friends at the California State Poetry Society and Helena Modjeska Art and Culture Club - Joe DeCenzo, Elsa Frausto, Marlene Hitt, Alice Pero, Pamela Shea, Dorothy Skiles, Maja Trochimczyk, Susan Rogers, Bory Thach, Ambika Talwar, and Beata & Ella Czajkowska

It's that time of the year! The Independence Day Parade in Sunland Tujunga starts at 10 am on Monday, 4 July 2022 from the crossing of Mt. Gleason and Foothill. The parade goes down Foothill Blvd, and ends by Sunland Park. It takes about an hour to walk. Above is one of the previously decorated Poets' Convertibles (lent to the poets by Joe DeCenzo). Below a photo from the parade that featured Pamela Shea, then Poet Laureate as the Statue of Liberty, with her crown and torch Those were the days.... and now we are coming back to this patriotic fun!

Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga will be represented by the Poet Laureate Alice Pero riding in the Poets' Convertible driven by Joe DeCenzo (ST Poet Laureate No. 4), with guests Beata Czajkowska, Secretary of Helena Modjeska Art and Culture Club, poet Susan Rogers, and Village Poets volunteer, Josephine. Walking along the decorated car, poets will distribute postcards with "America the Beautiful" and poems they selected for this occasion.

The "walking" poets will include Dr. Maja Trochimczyk, ST Poet Laureate No. 6 (2010-2012) and President of the California State Poetry Society, Ambika Talwar, secretary of the California State Poetry Society, Bory Thach, one of the Editors of the California Quarterly and member of the Board of CSPS, and Elzbieta Czajkowska, representing Helena Modjeska Art and Culture Club as its volunteer web designer.

Maja Trochimczyk, Bory Thach and Ambika Talwar (2021).

Alice Pero started her term in 2020, however all public events were cancelled and her first public appearance in a large Village Poets event was at the Passing of the Laurels Ceremony held this spring. You can read her bio and a list of achievements on our site, and about the Passing of the Laurels on this blog.

Alice Pero

Some of the poems to be given out will be on the theme of the celebration, for instance Marlene Hitt wrote about the fireworks:

These are not bombs
up there in the sky
only fireworks
It's the Fourth of July!

Bursting to celebrate
freedom for all,
sparkling promises
begin to fall
(c) Marlene Hitt

Maja Trochimczyk's "Independence Day" poem that was given out as a postcard previously, received a new design:

Independence Day

Red - are the rocks of the Grand Canyon
White - are the mountains, covered with snow
Blue - are the waves of Pacific Ocean

Red, White and Blue - colors of all.

Red - is the Earth from which we come
White - is the Air that fills our lungs
Blue - is the Water inside us, with Stardust

Red, White and Blue - connected in all.

Red - is pure Love, deep in our hearts
White - is the Brightness of our minds
Blue - is the Peace of well-lived lives

Red, White and Blue - freedom for all.

(C) 2018 by Maja Trochimczyk

Maja Trochimczyk decided to also distribute one poem from her new book, Bright Skies - a version of a poem written for one person, now transformed from singular into plural - so it is a poem about all of US and our strengths, together. We are all perfect!

Today – For Us

We are a miracle of life
We do what we want
We want what we do
We are perfect
We are cosmic trees
We grow by the calm lake of light
Its smooth opal surface
Reflects the sun’s smiling face
Our roots drink liquid light
Our crown sparkles with stars
Our leaves are green with peace
Our flowers are gold with joy
Our fruit is ripe with wisdom
We are a living miracle
We are perfect
From noon to midnight
From midnight to noon
We love what we do
We do what we love
We are—we shine—
We are one with the One
We are perfect

Ambika Talwar follows the theme of "Today" with an excerpt from a longer poem:

…Today
laugh silently and aloud
for the winds are your messengers
spread your love
wherever these miniscule spores wander

Today
proclaim freedom for all those
who choose to give nourishment to
their inner hearts’ miraculous ways

Today
is the day we each promised eons ago
we would shift the ley lines
of our thoughts and ways of being

Today
my blessed beloveds, we are on the path
of discovery and new creation

Today … be free
     And freely choose life liberty wisdom…
        and happiness …

                                   ~ Ambika Talwar

Joe DeCenzo will bring his poem inspired by America the Beautiful, "From Sea to Shining Sea," that we previously published on this site: http://villagepoets.blogspot.com/2018/07/village-poets-bring-poetry-to.html

Here are links to photos and stories from our previous parades. The last one of these was in July 2019:

http://villagepoets.blogspot.com/2019/07/village-poets-and-guests-in.html

http://villagepoets.blogspot.com/2018/07/village-poets-bring-poetry-to.html

http://villagepoets.blogspot.com/2017/07/dorothy-skiles-marlene-hitt-saturday-22.html

http://villagepoets.blogspot.com/2017/06/independence-day-parade-and-july-22.html

Joe, Marlene, Maja and Josephine at the Parade in 2018.

PHOTOS FROM 2022 INDEPENDENCE DAY PARADE

Happy Independence Day! We had the largest crew ever in the Village Poets entry in the Sunland-Tujunga Parade - two people to carry the banner (poet Joe DeCenzo and Josephine), three in the poets' convertible (ST Poet Laureate Alice Pero, poets Dorothy Skiles and Bory Thach who served as a driver), and three "walkers" to give out poems - myself, Ella and Beata Czajkowska! Then, a party at home and great conversations with another guest, India-born poet Ambika Talwar. So much fun!

In one group we had immigrants from Poland, Mexico, Germany, Cambodia and India, plus those born in the USA. A true celebration of freedom, diversity and friendship! I wore the gold scarf made by my Mom who died on the 4th of July 2013, and I always remember her joyous generosity and love on this lovely, happy day! Ella, a poet and "walker" giving away poems, said that people were moved to tears to get cards, especially the Hymn of Light I wrote new words for... America the Beautiful was the biggest hit on my side. I had people coming up to ask for extra cards... We'll have to print 800 for next year!

First, we gathered at my house on Sunday evening to decorate the Poets' Convertible - the car is lent for this occasion by Joe DeCenzo who, after the parade is over, has to remove the "goo" of glue from tape that melts into the varnish. Thanks a lot Joe! In some years, we totally overdecorated the car - see the photo on the top of this post. This year, I think we managed to stay classy!

July 3, 2022 Decorating Poets' Convertible with Alice trying out her seat

Almost ready - Poets' Convertible covered in silk flowers, bunting and flags!

Josephine and the stars

Bory Thach and the front grille, tricky job!

Alice and Josephine put the final touches on the front

Maja, Joe, Josephine and Alice so happy together!

Joe and Josephine attach the bunting to the front

We have some words on magnets, and the Poet Laureate picks up mini-poems

Two of Alice's choices are here.

I asked poets for some comments about the Parade and received the following from Alice Pero, our current Poet Laureate.

Alice with her special umbrella from Joe and scarf from Maja.

"Here is the story about me and the little girl today.

When I was waiting in the car to start off in the parade,
a man and little girl came and seemed very interested in
our car and the man asked what we were doing and I
said, "This is the Poet Laureate Car." I directly addressed
the little girl who was standing wide-eyed at me. I asked her,
"Do you know what a poet is?" She didn't answer, so I said,
"A poet is someone who makes poems. Here is a poem:
'The bright yellow sun is up high in the sky
will you be my friend today on the 4th of July?"

She smiled broadly at that point and then we got into
a conversation about how she could make up a poem herself,
maybe about the unicorn on her tee shirt.

These are the things that make being a Poet Laureate so much fun.
Thank you for including the Poet Laureate in the Sunland/Tujunga
4th of July Parade!

Alice Pero"