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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.



Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Thelma T.Reyna and Beverly M. Collins - Featured Poets on July 26, 2015

After the incredible success of the reading by Sharon Alexander on June 28 and preceding an equally successful (as we hope) reading by Westside Women Writers on August 23 at McGroarty Arts Center (with Lois P. Jones, Millicent Borges Accardi, Susan Rogers, and Kathi Stafford),  the Village Poets enjoyed the participation in the Fourth of July Parade in Sunland Tujunga (see the Picasa Web Album here).

L to R: Gianni, Maja Trochimczyk, Marlene Hitt, Dorothy Skiles, Elsa S. Frausto and Joe DeCenzo.

Inspired by these celebrations, the Village Poets are proud to present Thelma T. Reyna and Beverly Collins as our Featured Poets on Sunday, July 26, at 4:30 p.m.

In addition to the two features, the format of our readings includes two sections of Open Mike, refreshments in the middle, and a great companionship of creative minds in a wonderful environment of the Bolton Hall Museum in Tujunga, 10110 Commerce Avenue, Tujunga, CA 91041.


Thelma T. Reyna

Thelma T. Reyna is author of The Heavens Weep for Us and Other Stories (2009), winner of four national awards. Her two poetry chapbooks—Hearts in Common (2013) and Breath & Bone (2011)—were semi-finalists in a national poetry chapbook competition. Her most recent book is Rising, Falling, All of Us (2014), and she served as the editor of the 2015 Altadena Poetry Review. 

Her stories, poems, essays, articles, book reviews, and other nonfiction have appeared in journals, textbooks, anthologies, blogs, and regional media. She writes two blogs and has been a guest blogger on three others.

In April 2014, Reyna was named Poet Laureate of the Altadena (CA) Library District, a position she will hold for two years. She was also awarded a Most Inspirational Award for her accomplishments as an author and businesswoman by her State District Legislators in 2011. Reyna is an editor and writing consultant with her business, The Writing Pros (www.TheWritingPros.com) and holds a Ph.D. from UCLA.

OLD HABITS 

by Thelma T. Reyna

How easy it is to forget
how old habits in the brain trick us,
trick us,
into thinking you’re at my door,
or here in the kitchen by my side, sipping
at the mug, sighing at the early hour,
calling my name, your
mouth at my ear.
How easy, how easy.
The brain wipes away years, tears,
contorts memory to slave shadows of
itself, clipping connections to calendars
and seasons, children growing into
future mists we veil over when
we’re tricked. I hear footsteps,
jingling keys, the gentle click
of a door unlocked, water lapping
at your washbowl, gentle, curling,
steaming stream gurgling, and
you humming as you shave your neck.
How easy it is
to hear these precious sounds again,
these tiny tunes of love, familiarity,
tricking death and me with
double shots of cruelty: warmth
swathing me at the reliving, the
unguarded glow from being tricked, then
stabs of recollection, of seeing you
lowered in the ground, mounds of
flowers sliding back into the dirt.  


Beverly M. Collins

Beverly M. Collins is fourth in a family of five daughters. Although born in Milford, Delaware, Bev is a Jersey-girl to the bone. She is also a graduate of Taylor Business Institute, a great admirer of Art who carries a deep appreciation and respect for other Artist.

As a singer, Collins is a former national finalist for Talent America. As a poet, she is one of three 2012 prize winners for the California State Poetry Society whose works appear in a growing number of publications. She is the author of Quiet Observations and of Mud in Magic (Moonrise Press, 2015).

At home with her younger family members, she is Auntie Bev. The one who loves to cook, laugh and watch movies, enjoys amusement parks and the peacefulness of a long walk. She loves the sound of great guitar solos and times spent in complete silence where thoughts reign ...



ABOUT "MUD IN MAGIC"

Beverly M. Collins' poetry is much like her: Courageous, wise and imaginative. It is a thunder clap in the middle of Manhattan, a bolt of lightning on a desert island off of Spain. But in the end, it is its power, rhythm and clarity that make it rise to the level of art. Miss it at your own risk.
~ Radomir Vojtech Luza
Poet Laureate of North Hollywood
Pushcart Prize Nominee

Beverly M. Collins writes poetry that is a celebration of woman. She takes everyday experiences however varied and transforms them into a serene acceptance which is emotionally extremely fulfilling. Beverly M. Collins' (her) poems are gems of rare understanding.
~ Mary A. Mann
Author, www.maryanneetamann.com

Beverly M. Collins’s Mud in Magic is her second poetry book, filled with wisdom of experience, wisdom that has grown from a life well lived. Beverly’s skillful and often aphoristic or narrative poems portray a scene or a character that we could encounter on our streets, in our cafes. In these poems, styled as messages and postcards from the Thought Bistro (Part I) and Elixir Café (Part III), there is light and love – the latter, in its many reincarnations, from the affectionate to wistful, to, again, humorous – is also the subject of the central part of the book, Tinder Flames. In vain you would search here for empty fireworks of verbal displays. The beauty and wonder of daily life fills the pages andwill delight the readers.
~ Maja Trochimczyk, Ph.D.
President, Moonrise Press






MUD IN MAGIC

It is to spend time on a funky junction,
overlook the “how” and become
“I don’t know.” It is to wear an early-bird
coat with full feathers when the entire
event is late. It is to find that one has tricked
the trickster, turned the tables on the
bait-and-switcher...and got a free ticket.

It is to take life too serious. Put the squeeze
on what is not right-for-you, feel it sting
the palm of your hand like a bumble bee
on the blind side of an apple...but win the bushel.

Mud in magic can be welcome, as “loud”
at the library, “quiet” at an amusement park,
fun as a root canal one day before the feast.
It can murk up the view of a clear day then dry
quickly. It is the oment a way with words does
not win one a way with other things wanted.

It is to select a fall-from-grace, show that taste
buds are dull or absent from the mouth altogether.
It is to be drunk on foolishness, shame one’s way
up the side of the nearest mountain, then watch
the seeds evolve into practical moves.

Proof in the face, some stumble and win the race
one  foot behind the other; however triumphant 
or tragic. The low-down on high-life appears
that dry desert has hidden moisture
and there are obvious bits of mud in magic.


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