Showing posts with label Kathabela Wilson. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Kathabela Wilson's "Figures of Strange Beauty" Visit Village Poets on February 28, 2021 via Zoom

Kathabela Wilson, Photo by Tom Clausen, 2018

Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga are pleased to present long-time friend, poet and artist, Kathabela Wilson, whose book "Figures of Humor and Strange Beauty" is the topic of Zoom reading on February 28, 2021.  Maja@moonrisepress.com and DMH@gmail.com can be contacted to get the link, and to be added to the mailing list for these readings. Two segments of open mic for poets are available. 

Video recording on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZkO-daV168

KATH ABELA WILSON lived and wrote mainly in Santa Barbara, California for 30 years, and still maintains a residence there, where the Ocean infuses her poetry with  salty enigmatic inspiration.  She lived for years  on a street that led to stairs to the sea and walked there every day.  Her poems and art are intimately linked with the tides, waves, stones and driftwood.

Her free verse, and Asian short form poetry is published in hundreds of journals worldwide. She travels the world with her husband Rick, a math professor and historical and world flute collector and player, performing  together. Hosted poetry meetings and salons at her home and the local Storier Stearns Garden and museums. for many years, now she hosts three zoom meetings a week for community sharing, consolation and inspiration.

Her first book, Figures of Humor and Strange Beauty, was written over two years, 1998- 2000, as a spontaneous serial odyssey naturally forming itself into 18 poems. The poems were written as  free verse, the short prose chapters were written in 2018. It was published by Glass Lyre Press, 2019.



It is in their "Quitab Editions" series, which features the back story, with archival material related to the book. Some chapters tell the story of the process of writing. And finishes with a chapter called Archeology.

Kathabela and Rick Wilson perform at a poetry reading

Her chapbooks Driftwood Monster, Haiku for Troubled Times  and The Owl Still Asking, Tanka for Troubled Times are available from Lulu, published by Moria Press, 2017.

Since writing this work, her writing has progressed in many directions. She is currently writing other serial poems in  poetic prose, and haibun form  as well as short forms, cherita, haiku and tanka. She especially loves collaborative poetry and collaborates and publishes with many local and faraway poets.

Kathabela at Scenic Drive Gallery of Susan Dobay, with Maja Trochimczyk

One of Kathabela's haiku won third place in The Santoka International Haiku Contest, 2017 on the theme of "Peace",  Her tanka won first place in English language Tanka in the Fujisan Contest, 2017. 

She is secretary of the Tanka Society of America and leader of her own group Poets on Site since 2008.


Kathabela with the monument of James Joyce on a bridge in Trieste, Italy.

PHOTOS FROM THE ZOOM READING














Friday, April 5, 2019

Village Poets' Featured Poet for 28 April 2019 - Mary Fitzpatrick and Paintings for Ekphrastic Projects for May



MARY FITZPATRICK

Mary Fitzpatrick is a fourth-generation Angeleno who holds a BA from UC Santa Cruz and an MFA from UMass Amherst. Her poetry career is divided in two parts, separated by 17 years. In Part II, her poems have been featured in Atlanta Review and North American Review as contest finalists, have been finalists in the 2010 Beyond Baroque and Inkwell Poetry Contests, as well as for the Joy Harjo Poetry Prize and the Slapering Hol Chapbook Award. Her work has been featured in Mississippi Review, Atlanta Review and North American Review where she was a contest finalist. Her poetry has been published in journals, including Agenda (UK), The Dos Passos Review, ASKEW, The Georgetown Review, on-line by Writers at Work (L.A.), as well as in Hunger Mountain, Miramar, The Paterson Review, and in anthologies such as Wide Awake: Poets of Los Angeles & Beyond and Cancer Poetry Project 2. Her corporate career included translating electric-energy innovations into human prose; she works as a communications manager in a large corporation. In her non-profit career, she boosted the fortunes of a small Catholic elementary school.


Basho's Death

not turning, standing still
the snow turning his black hair white
suspended in a bronze gong’s
chime not turning
phrases in his mind but letting the notes alight
and write their own lines; seasons turn; standing
in his summer hut
all night grasshoppers churn their tune
Basho writes by the harvest moon’s
light; then
not standing still but turning
on highest mountain top he sees
the red carp sun straddle
east and west   turning to catch
its either light standing
in Fuji’s red snow while tiny boats
drift below; when the snows melt turning
his muddy feet to riverbanks / plum blossoms
turning in the warm breezes light
with spring, Basho not answering
the call to another cup of plum
wine Basho stands unsteady in a tiny boat,
turns it to moon’s broad reflection on the pond
leaning over to kiss it and he’s gone




published in Poet & Critic
Vol. XIII, No. 3   1982




Almost Fruit by Maja Trochimczyk

Sweet are the Uses of Adversity
            
             Sweet are the uses of adversity
            Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
            Wears yet a precious jewel in its head.
                                                -- William Shakespeare



Sweet are the uses of adversity — the office
culture I have grown around, the
strategic plan, draft document, political
message meant to motivate — a skill,
a skein of words I have grown
as an appendage, developed skin around.
Sweet are the uses of adversity — provide
Jesuit, Franciscan, community, university:
the education I had to my children.
Sweet are the uses of adversity — the mate
for twenty years, a skein
of months, laughter, jokes, sorrow, bitterness between us and I
have pits and fissures and blooms and growth
I’ve grown skin around to stay.
Sweet are the uses of adversity: the modern
whizz, car chase, crammed calendar, lack of peace, the pace
a price to pay for all we have — far from want, we will not starve.
Sweet are the uses of adversity as used
by the hopeful who alit
at Jamestown, Plymouth, any yard
where they planted food and buried
their young, their many dead. A certain determination
swelled; they stayed. And I
— another pair of hands, another hauler
of the great barge forward —
see the head of land, hear sloshing waves,
know my part of the coarse, warty flesh, intent
on that jewel glint.


published in Agenda
Vol. 41. Nos. 3-4 (double issue)
Winter 2005


Speed of Light, by Maja Trochimczyk

 

One Face May Hide Another
                                            
after Kenneth Koch
 
I wait at least a moment
and see what is already there
as at a crossing
when one brindle bulldog
may hide another
while evening cools the air
and though one can scarcely believe
in a creature so preposterous,
yet when the light changes
there is another that appears
when their leashes split
from a single hand, and if I wait
I’ll surely see the other holding
a cell phone, for no walker
is disengaged, as at a stoplight
when one looks left to see
what one expects, the next
driver with a cell phone, but sees
instead a brindle bulldog
on the driver’s lap, a second
bulldog in the back, the driver
searching for her cell phone. Now looking up
one scouts around to see
if the streets aren’t full of brindle bulldogs
but finds instead they’re full
of people dressed in slim black pants
who haunt the sidewalks, step
in and out of cars. Some
have cell phones, some
red hair. One recedes
in her red sandals, the undersides
wink at me with each step: red,
white sole, red – then one’s
a red dot on a parrot’s cheek
and another parrot shrieks
as they hurtle, gadflies, tree to tree
and I look at least a moment, see
red flowers in the flame trees
which then take flight as parrots’ cheeks
receding with each flap, dodging
people on the streets
dressed in slim black pants. And one
is your friend, one is mine, and one
holds a cell phone or two
leashes in one hand. And though
I thought I saw you once before
it was instead
someone who resembled you and paused
and stroked her chin just to consider
if I was her cousin or her cousin’s friend
or simply looked like her –-
then drove away
with brindle bulldogs.  





FEATURED ARTIST - SANDY FISHER ON MAY 26, 2019

We are asking poets to write poems to eight paintings by Sandy Fisher, more information about her will be posted later, here are just the paintings to view and write about. 

Awaiting Monet

Autumn Ablaze


Break of Day at Big Rock Creek


Golden Hour in Owens Valley

Where the Road Bends

Springdale Sunset on Johnson Mountain

 Quiet Harbor

Sweet Whisper

PHOTOS FROM THE READING BY PEGGY DOBREER 
AND MANDY KAHN ON MARCH 24, 2029

Mandy Kahn and Peggy Dobreer

Maja Trochimczyk, Mandy Kahn, Peggy Dobreer








Kathabela and Rick Wilson

Kathabela and Rick Wilson

Peggy Dobreer



Seated L to R: Marlene Hitt, Mira Mataric, Mandy Kahn, Peggy Dobreer, Kathabela Wilson
Standing L to R: Dorothy Skiles, NN, PAm Shea, Peter Larsen, Maja Trochimczyk, Lois P. Jones, NN, Seven Dhar, Rick Wilson






Monday, September 24, 2018

Gloriana Casey and Radomir Luza (October 28, 2018 at Bolton Hall) , Pam Shea's Report and Village Poets News


On October 28, 2019 at 4:30 p.m. Village Poets  will present Gloriana Casey and Radomir Luza as featured poets at the Village Poets Monthly Readings held on Sundays, at 4:30 p.m., at Bolton Hall Museum, 10110 Commerce Avenue, Tujunga, CA 91042. 

The readings include a featured poet (20 min. each for two poets) and 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.


GLORIANA CASEY

A small girl dreams of being——everything. Does she succeed?—Not quite ------- but if variety is the spice of life, it’s been a grand success. Ice skater with the once upon a time Ice Follies, artist, creating animal creatures from paint and rock, teacher; US office of Education grant for Creative Dramatics; arts reviewer for midwest tv and a copywriter  too---occasional actress and SAG/AFTRA member——and of course, a rhymer poet, dedicated to the proposition that more can be learned and retained through RHYME, than form note taking.  After all, before writing, there was rhyme, meter and song!  Writing  on  and on and even  sometimes still  tutoring, and having a wonderful time!


The Magic of MOM   

Oh, MOM, your name’s a palindrome;
it’s letters they form that.
It reads MOM going to the right.
From left? It reads MOM back!

Dependable that MOM word is,
in quality so true.
The YOU we always do count on,
Today, you get your due!

Three hundred sixty-five the days,
just one we celebrate.
We ought to celebrate you more;
perhaps a weekly fete?

A magic MOM in ambigram,
so please, do take a bow!
For even more——just flip that name,
and MOM turns into WOW!

originally appeared altadenablog 2012

*********

THE PIGGY BANK BLESSING

The HE yells," Charge, but SHE yells,”save!”
Dilemma!  Oh so common!
A frugal SHE, yet spendthrift HE.
Finances had hit bottom!

They tried the ice cube frozen test,
where card must thaw to spend.
“Oh my, “ the weary wife did say,
“HIs patience has no end!”

Then next they tried to list all down,
Each purchase to the cent.
But found the pen and paper bills,
In costs , made not a  dent.

“Ah ha, “ HE said. “ I have a thought---
it does seem a bit wiggy.
Each time I charge---- the interest costs,
We’ll put in our bank, Piggy.”

With calculator in his hand,
charge card was wrapped in tape.
He had to figure interest first,
Soon patience met with fate.

“I’m spending that!” He winced in pain.
“This interest costs us dearly.”
SHE  saw his transformation there,
A man was saved, quite clearly.

So HE and SHE, they danced through life,
Both were a little giddy.
Their “interest,” game had saved their lives.
They owed it all to," Piggy!"



SONNET OF THE SCARY

“Sonnet of the Scary—in 13 lines with a Quiz!”

Even now, this longest night of fear shrieks
a dandy wail of ghosts in kith and kin!
So gather the horrors——monstrous freaks
and all——in dead silence terror stalks in!
Usher in secrets of crumbling walls,
and shadows that cut like a pendulum blade!
Add oval portrait—where beauty she  falls,
muted all beauty in Death;s ghastly shade!
A burial casket———life within lurks!
A needful and ape-like clue will abide.
Castle door  padlocked——yet Death takes his perks;
that oblong box holds a secretive bride!
Ravens and Man—evermore————fright’s alive!



If you haven’t guessed who this poem is about, then spell it out.
Take the 1st letter of the first line,
Then the 2nd letter of the second line.
The 3rd letter of the third line, and continue on to line 13.

******

First appeared in the altadenablog in 2013



RADOMIR LUZA


Radomir Vojtech Luza was born in Vienna, Austria in 1963 to renowned Czech parents.  The Tulane University and Jesuit High School Graduate (New Orleans) has been Poet Laureate of North Hollywood, CA for over six years.  The former President of the North Hollywood West Neighborhood Council in Los Angeles and 1997 Bucks County, PA auditor candidate is a Pushcart Prize Nominee, author of 30 books, a Marquis Who's Who Lifetime Achievement Award Recipient and Writer's Digest and 2018 Highland Park Poetry Challenge Honorable Mention.  His poetry has been published in over 90 anthologies, literary journals, blogs, newspapers, magazines and other media.  The veteran stand-up comedian has featured his poetry over 100 times across the country.  Luza is also a SAG/AFTRA/AEA union actor, theatre and book critic and host/curator of over a dozen poetry readings throughout the country, including UNBUCKLED: No Ho POETRY at T.U. Studios in North Hollywood, CA with Mary Anneeta Mann.  He edits and publishes the literary magazine, VOICES IN THE LIBRARY.

To find out more about Luza as artist and critic go to


Six Million Feet High

Delta flight 403
London to Vienna

Row 13 seats A and B
Mother and me

Seat C
Austrian man
Telling mother that
Holocaust did not happen

“Es war nicht,” he says in German

Czech mother
War survivor

Stands up and blurts out
Her best German

“Es war und es war sehr schlecht”

The slaughter took place and
Was very bad, she says

Finally free
Without apathy
Mother sits down
In B

I stop shaking knee
Order hot tea




SUMMER OF ADVENTURE, CAMPING, AND POETRY

BY PAM SHEA, SUNLAND TUJUNGA POET LAUREATE

This summer, I had a couple of weeklong vacations that were recuperating, renewing, regenerating, and inspiring. In early July, I connected with poetry through nature and the camaraderie of new friends as a participant in the program Drawing Inspiration from the Parks, led by John and Ann Brantingham. This past year, John was named the first Poet Laureate of Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks, and this is the fifth year of the Parks program. John leads the writing workshops, while Ann directs the artists, although many of us delved into both means of artistic expression.


Writers and artists from all around the USA attend workshops, hone their skills, do homework (although I slacked a bit on this part), do volunteer work in both parks, and have an amazing time. We pitched our own tents in the volunteer campground, brought and prepared all our own food (stored in bear boxes, of course), saw lots of wildlife, watered tree seedlings in Kings Canyon National Park, pulled out invasive plants from a meadow in Sequoia National Park, and so much more. Information on the program can be found on the Facebook page (“Drawing Inspiration from the Parks”). I hope to do this again next summer, so please let me know if you are interested in participating. 



FOREST TREASURES

Come, my friends, and grow tall like the trees,
With hearts on fire for protecting our lands.
Capture bugs, breezes, and butterflies
In your souls as you scoop and caress soft sand.

Let the forest silkiness embrace your bodies
As flickering stars in dark skies light the way.
Nature can nourish, sustain, and uplift,
Leading on paths of peace to much brighter days.

—Pamela Shea


My second excursion was another camping trip, this time to beautiful Lake Tahoe. This was my second family-and-friends reunion camping trip, which was a time of celebrating our common pasts while making new memories. As a child, I vacationed with my family at Lake Tahoe, where I learned to love the serenity and beauty of Big Blue, also known as Lake of the Sky. This trip was a time of remembrance while also strengthening current relationships. I came home refreshed and ready to resume my life in beautiful Sunland-Tujunga. Both trips gave me confidence as an individual and as a poet, and many poems resulted from these amazing experiences.


LAKE TAHOE TANKA SEQUENCE

beneath mauve mountains
clear blue lake waters flow
the color of my father’s eyes
and mine too
emotions rise from depths

a speed boat bounces
across the lake
I see Father driving
though he’s been gone many years
tears flow and comingle with the lake

sand soft beneath toes
trees wave in cool breezes
I remember early morning chill
when we would water-ski
father always woke early

traits inherited
blue eyes and early risings
I keep father alive
in sharing stores
cycles continue like seasons

—Pamela Shea


VILLAGE POETS NEWS

The reading by Margaret Saine and Eliecer Almaguer on September 22, 2018 was full of poetic and artistic delights.  Margaret translated Eliecer's Spanish poems into English and they read those together. Then she presented her work from the Gardens of the Earth book, so recently published by Moonrise Press that the author has not yet seen a copy.



In the Open Mike section, Kathabela Wilson presented her prize winning work, and Rick Wilson performed on a replica of a Native American flute. Fascinating!


Photo by Kathabela Wilson




Photo by Kathabela Wilson






Portraits of poets - Alice Pero, Maja Trochimczyk, Margaret Saine, Eliecer Almaguer.
by Kathabela Wilson.

Kathabela with her poetic notebook.