Showing posts with label Beverly M. Collins. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Beverly M. Collins, Ed Rosenthal and Mariko Kitakubo - Sunday, July 19, 2020 at 5:00 pm


Hoping that the shut-down would not last more than two months, we rescheduled three Village Poets events - the official Passing of the Laurels Ceremony from Pamela Shea to Alice Pero, the reading by Alexis Rhone Fancher and Wayne Allen LeVine in March, and the reading by Cindy Rinne and Bory Thach in May.  Since the meeting and mask restrictions are not being lifted fast enough, our next reading, presenting Beverly M. Collins and Ed Rosenthal, was scheduled for Zoom, on Sunday, June 28, 2020. Entitled "Close to Nature: On Survival" the reading was planned as a collaboration of Village Poets with Phoenix Houses of California, as part of their Dignity Health Foundation grant.  

The new date and hour are as follows: SUNDAY, JULY 19, 5 PM ON ZOOM. Email Maja Trochimczyk at maja@moonrisepress.com, or the featured poets for Zoom details.

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. 





BEVERLY M. COLLINS is the author of the books, Quiet Observations: Diary thought, Whimsy and Rhyme and Mud in Magic. Her poems have also appeared in California Quarterly, Poetry Speaks! A year of Great Poems and Poets, The Hidden and the Divine Female Voices in Ireland, The Journal of Modern Poetry, Spectrum, The Altadena Poetry Review, Lummox, The Galway Review (Ireland), Verse of Silence (New Delhi), Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine (London), Scarlet Leaf Review (Canada), The Wild Word magazine (Berlin) and many others. Winner of a 2019 Naji Naaman Literary Prize in Creativity (from Lebanon). Collins is also a prize winner for the California State Poetry Society. She has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize, once for Independent Best American Poetry and “short listed” for the 2018 Pangolin Review Poetry Prize (Mauritius).



 Dragon

With eyes like emeralds…Its
voice blows fire until lives change shape.
Many are like clouds drug by the claws of the
wind, in new directions. Notice when a
pillow-like surface bears the tell-tale
pitter patter that something more lurks ready
to plant itself sweet as carbon monoxide’s kiss.

A quiver felt by one of the 5 senses while
completely undetected by the others.
It exists as a pre-warning and an aftermath
In the same casing. Pregnant with storm
Yet calm in appearance.

How many of us remember being part
of thunder’s story as it grew lightening?
Each new day-dreaded as gun powder’s scream.
Living through moments that cause one to feel
as muted and as an unfinished thesis
in a side cabinet.

The Dragon invites all to warm up
near the fires that will sting some into ashes.
Its promise presents a haven that is;
the “I” in team just out of view,
soft lips on a chicken and a bear that never
craps in a wooded area-believable.

Yet, pressure is one factor that grow muscle.
And, life is empty without the thrill of a
possibility to step upon the rocks that could burn.
So, we soldier on.

Published in We Are Here: Village Poets Anthology, 2020.



Ed Rosenthal, photo by Maja Trochimczyk, 2013

ED ROSENTHAL

Poetbroker Ed Rosenthalʼs real estate poetry has been featured in the Wall Street Journal, the LA Times and Urban Land, the national magazine of the Urban Land Institute. He is known for performing poetry at Community Development Agencies, Los Angeles City Council investitures and gatherings of real estate developers. His nature/environmental poetry is found on Sierra Club sites and in California poetry journals. As a survivor of a desert ordeal, Rosenthal has been featured on “Fight to Survive” on The Outdoor Channel, and several Weather Channel presentations, LA Magazine, and “The Story” on National Public Radio. His volume of poems inspired by this experience, The Desert Hat, was published by Moonrise Press in 2015. He will read from his newest book, Salvation Canyon - A true Story of Desert Survival in Joshua Tree, published in June 2020.

At this reading, he will present fragments from the memoirs, he earlier featured as a poet with work from The Desert Hat, copied below for your enjoyment. 

ABOUT THIS BOOK 
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Ed Rosenthal was Jewish kid from the mean streets of Rockaway, Queens who became a real estate broker in Downtown Los Angeles. His passion is poetry, writing about the historic buildings he sells and advocates to preserve. He hates slumlords, is fed up with his buyers, but finally closes The Big Deal and saves a century’s-old icon: Clifton’s Cafeteria. It is fall of 2010 and he’s ready to not to talk to anyone for a week. After the ribbon cutting he skips town and makes his way toward the Mojave to bathe at a natural spring and take his favorite hiking trip in Joshua Tree National Park. But his vacation soon turns into a nightmare. Over six grueling days without water, food, or hope, he discovers a well of perseverance in the snippets of his life that play over the deadly but inspiring landscape, in which he finds himself utterly and inexplicably lost. The God of Random Chance has, despite his best efforts his whole life, finally caught up to him. He describes his ordeal and its setting in intimate, vivid detail: surreal visions mix with wayfinding and intuitive wisdom in a poet’s-eye view of the life-lessons and magic that the desert can hold.

Rosenthal’s shocking ordeal was covered on The Outdoor Channel, local broadcast, The Weather Channel, in Los Angeles Magazine, and interviewed by Dick Gordon for “The Story” on National Public Radio. In 2014 he was the subject of an episode of “Fight to Survive” with Bear Grylls on The Outdoor Channel. www.poetbroker.com

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Ed Rosenthal was lost in the desert for almost seven days. The lyrical result of his ordeal, "The Desert Hat," consist of 36 poems illustrated with 12 photographs of his hat and Salvation Canyon where he spent most of his time. Rosenthal’s poetry does not recount his experience in detail; it is not replete with maps, photographs, and a day-by-day account of his adventures. Instead, we gain an insight into what it means to be truly lost and found, to survive the strangest of desert nights and return to the heart of the city… with a newly found wisdom and zest for life. With an introduction by Ruth Nolan and photos by Maja Trochimczyk, and Ken and Wendy Sims. For more information visit Moonrise Press Blog.



Ode to a Fly 

Wonderful insect
may I never see you
stuck to a glue strip
on yellow paper.

My sole companion
in Salvation Canyon
you cheerful orange-faced
slender friend

Loyal voyager, we escaped
sand flies, slept on the black rock
and returned to the cliffs,
when my Mother in Law
woke up us both
screaming my name
under a black sky

The evolved one
each morning
you hovered to let me
apply lotion then sat
back on my wrist

Dearest Horsefly
Canyon Homemaker
Odd Couple Member
Skinny Legged Friend


The Hat I


I got to the place out of the sun after a three day search
the first day looking for an exit, the second hiding
under a tree, the third morning of survival

A cold moon follows the blistering vision of day
I went downhill for succor, for a friend to lean against
from sun and night wind

In short-sleeve shirt and shorts I had to hide
under a clamshell rock with a split orange face
till the sun slapped me to wake again
I ran in here to the blessed salvation canyon of shadows

Seeing I would outlive that day’s sun and maybe
only another, I turned my hat to a mirror,
my pen to my blood’s red artery

“My dear wife and daughter, I lost the trail of celebration
of deals. I may never see you, read my wish and will.”

Out in a desert canyon my love poured onto nylon flaps
inside seams and creases as the mirror turned into
a bouquet of pomegranates and apricots

for a circle of friends gathered by the barbecue of stewed tomatoes,
candied rice with roasted meats and broiled fish at my wake
of smoking and carousing, with the clink of vodka glasses,

per my will, written on my desert hat
to be executed by my beloved
for my only child.



MARIKO KITAKUBO

A special guest from Japan will enrich our poetry offerings on July 19, 2020 at 5 pm.  Mariko has previously featured for Village Poets and will be with us, presenting new tanka in English and Japanese, with musical accompaniment.  

MARIKO KITAKUBO is a tanka poet/tanka reading performer, born in Tokyo and living in Mitaka-city, Tokyo, Japan. She has published six books of tanka including three bilingual ones, On This Same Star, Cicada Forest, and Indigo.  She has also produced a CD of her tanka entitled Messages. Mariko is an experienced performer who has presented her poetry at 234 poetry readings, events, and conferences, 177 of them overseas.   She presented tanka in 51 cities in the world, in such countries as the U.S., Australia, Bulgaria, Canada, France, Germany, India, Portugal, Tanzania, Switzerland, and the U.K. She hopes to encourage more poetry lovers worldwide to appreciate and practice tanka. www.en.kitakubo.com.



Monday, July 1, 2013

Poets in the 4th of July Parade and Mina Kirby and Beverly Collins on July 28

The Poets Convertible, July 2013

Happy Fourth of July! Poets Laureate of Sunland Tujunga will ride in a Parade in a specially decorated Poetry Convertible. Dorothy Skiles, the 7th Poet Laureate of ST will be the star, accompanied by Marlene Hitt, the first Poet Laureate, Maja Trochimczyk, the sixth, and Joe DeCenzo, the fourth who will serve as the driver.

Look for us along the Foothill Blvd., from Mt. Gleason to Sunland Park. The Parade starts at 10 a.m. Rain or Shine! See some pictures from the previous parades:

Dorothy Skiles, Poet Laureate, 2012


STAR- SPANGLED SKIES

This Fourth of July -
Let’s give a cheer
our town’s
parade is here!
Marching bands,
horseback riders,
carriages, classic cars,
and cycles
all making their way
down the boulevard.
Neighbors greeting,
friends meeting,
flags waving high!
Children giving chase
as fire trucks go by,
spraying the crowds,
cooling them down.
Sunland-Tujunga
that’s our town!
Star-spangled skies
will surely be alight
for this town will shine
in celebration tonight!
Young folks’, old folks’, all folks’ 
eyes watching darkened skies
for the sights and sounds
of fireworks on jubilant display
on this our nation’s birth holiday!

Dorothy Skiles
07/03/13
©Copyright 2013 by D. Skiles

(Written for Sunland-Tujunga’s 2013 Fourth of July Parade.)

Dorothy Skiles and Joe DeCenzo, Fourth of July, 2012




Who has more stars on the hat? Maja or a donkey?
Marlene Hitt - Poet Laureate of 1999, has ridden with the Little Landers Society and the Bolton Hall Museum volunteers. This is the first year she's riding in the Poets Laureate Convertible. Here's her Fourth of July poem:

America the Beautiful

Purple mountain majesties,ridges lines with houses,
windows on fire with the sun,
plains fruited with lawns, 
beds with all the world's flowers,
strip malls.
Spacious haz-ed skiesdrop onto hillsides.
Ten thousand worlds spin
on city streets
and broken pathways.
Beliefs are slippery 
as brookside moss,
and all the laws begin
to slide downhill
into canyons below.
God shed
with brotherhood...
Death passes freely
through red signals,
killing is for fun
or for initiation.
All the genders dance
to piercing sound
making bird song silent.
Blades of eyes
thrust out in condemnation
as new legends are sung,
the old myths lost somewhere.
Changed words question
the Constitution.
Amber waves of grainstill wave, Wind
still blows, confused,
whirl, oceans warm.
Fractal gods rule in chaos
while the people
hide behind locked doors
or in empty cathedrals
from sea to shining sea.

Marlene Hitt 

Marlene Hitt and Maja Trochimczyk decorate the car for the Fourth of July, 2013.

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KIRBY AND COLLINS FEATURED ON JULY 28, 2013



On July 28, 2013, the last Sunday of the first month of the summer, we will celebrate poetic voices at Bolton Hall Museum in Tujunga (10110 Commerce Avenue) with two Featured Poets: Mina Kirby and Beverly M. Collins. Both poets have been seen and heard at Village Poets readings and we are looking forward to their presentations. Two segments of Open Mike and Refreshments in a lovely, historic home for poetry in the foothills...

BEVERLY M. COLLINS



Beverly M. Collins grew up in Westfield, New Jersey, loves amusement parks, music and traveling. Collins applies lessons she learned from Songwriter Guild of America and the National Association of Record Industry Professionals to her poetry. She is the author of the book, "Quiet Observations," and one of the 2012 prize winners for the California State Poetry Society.


Her work has appeared in the California Quarterly, Poetry Speaks! Year of Great Poems and Poets Calendar. (Sourcebooks, Inc.). Beverly Collins often attends many readings around town, has worked with "Poets on Site" and has featured at the Cobalt Cafe, The Talking Stick, "Unbuckled" NoHo Poetry. She is a regular at Barnes and Noble Burbank monthly readings, as well as at The VillagePoets of Sunland-Tujunga Monthly poetry Reading Series.


Next


by Beverly M. Collins

From the tip-top of January
to the bottom of every December,
life is a continuum.
May we remember to remember.

There are no platforms on which we
halt. No arrivals at which we are landing.
There is only continuous movement.
Blend motion into all planning.

Next is a good four letter word that dances
on the tongue and illuminates the playgrounds
of our minds. Next can call loudly or soft
and subtle when it chimes.

Within the cold of winter remember next comes
fragrant flowers of spring. Next reminds us
there is no be-all or end-all to anything.

When riding a high tide or if low tide has one
feeling sadness or perplexed, know true muscle
can be found in how well we just say...Next!

Beverly M. Collins



MINA KIRBY 





Mina Kirby is a retired mathematics professor. She has survived a broken washing machine, a broken back and a broken heart, all of which provide rich material for writing poetry and stories. She has for many years been a folk singer and sometimes songwriter. Plagued with health problems in recent years, her writing is part of coming back to life. Mina is the author of several books, including Mathematical Dreams: Songs about Mathematics, a cookbook, and eight chap books. Her poetry has been included in Red Lights (tanka), The San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly, and Poetry and Cookies. She has presented her poetry at a number of venues, including Pasadena Art Talk. She lives in Altadena with her husband, daughter, two cats, a pet rat, and too many spiders.

When I Was Me *

by Mina Kirby

When I was me
in bow ribbons
and kittens
and ice cream
I saw spring melt
into a buttercup
and heard symphonies
in wind-wafted trees

When I was me
in turquoise
and breezes
and cartwheels
I ran up the mountain
the sun warm on my face
and caught sparkles
in a flowing brook

When I was me
lacy
and pink
and vibrant
I was in love
wanting togetherness
for every minute
and for all time

Where did I go
that long-haired
lemon-scented
idealistic girl
who thought
she could absorb
all the tastes
in the universe

What prickly troubles
put obstacles
in my path
changed starry-eyed into ordinary
or did I
caught in whispers
of shifting clouds
just let me slip away

Perhaps one day
when soft rains turn to sunshine
and flowing water
pours over hard rocks
in a small place inside myself
I will find clothed with soft smooth silk
in purple and crimson and gold
the new me

and learn to love her too



A Special Place

by Mina Kirby


It is warm here
Golden rays of sunshine
brighten green fields
fragrant with yellow flowers
The air sparkles
with hums of bees
and chirps of soaring birds
A gentle breeze ruffles my hair
In the distance
are sounds of an ocean’s roar
as it splashes against rocks

I could be here
yesterday
tomorrow
and today
I could be here in the sun
and the softly falling rain
in the cheerful daylight
and in the velvety darkness

I could be here with you
feel the warmth of your hand in mine
talk until the moon goes down
and stars sparkle in the night sky
We could walk
for miles and miles
absorbing the beauty
surrounding us

Or
I could be here alone
a little sadder
but content
as perhaps
some day
I will
cloaked in sunshine
remembering you