The second Bridgewater International Poetry Festival took place Thursday, January 15th through Sunday January 18th at Bridgewater College just up the road from Staunton and down the road from Harrisonburg, VA. Dozens of poets from around the world gathered to read to each other and to festival attendees over the course of those four days.
A very big thanks to Stan Galloway, professor of English at Bridgewater College for driving this marvelous festival.
I created this page as a way for the 2015 poets who’ll be presenting their work to introduce themselves to each other (as well as to readers of this site).
Now I’d like to maintain it as a place for those poets to keep in touch, share news of forthcoming publications in print or online journals, and to celebrate any publications of books, broadsides, limited editions, etc.
So post your updates as a response to this page, and let’s keep in touch!
For an overview of the 2015 Festival schedule, look here.
Come say hello!
Saturday, January 17, 2015, 11:30am
Angela M. Carter was born, and raised, in a Virginia farming town of less than 280 country-folk. As an adult, Angela moved abroad, to England, for nearly five years and returned to Virginia with a new-found confidence, and voice. Her first full-length memoir poetry collection, Memory Chose a Woman’s Body (unbound CONTENT) is a poetic journey that spotlights the effects of the silences endured after abuse, neglect and depression. Angela is a 2014 Pushcart Prize nominee, poetry editor of City Lit Rag, a coordinator of arts-related events, Vice President of Spitzer Art Center (Harrisonburg, VA) , a motivational speaker, arts advocate, a painter and photographer. Her publications include Whurk, Vox Poetica, Premiere Generation Ink, City Lit Rag, The Word Ocean, Worst Week Ever, Our Stories Untold, Gutsy Living, and several anthology publications. Angela is an activist that speaks out against the silences that follow abuse, and dedicates all of her spare time to being the voice for many that are unable to speak up. In addition, she is an advocate of the healing ability of the arts, and believes each and every individual is an artist.
we’d wait, noses to hot window pane
for the clicks and dust of mama’s car
to disturb the driveway.
Hurry up before it overheats.
Hurry up because if I turn it off
I can’t turn it back on.
Our weekend homes
had bibles in the drawer;
some I read, and many that I
used as ashtrays.
Sometimes we’d buy a pool for the night
the blue water was our summer beach trip–
we’d dance underwater like we belonged;
like we more alive when nearly drowning.
One night as I left a pool
bathing suit still on,
a man offered me $250 to go back to his room.
I ran away like the hunted, and screamed all the way back to safety.
When I arrived back to the room it dawned on me that
it didn’t matter how many monsters I ran from:
When I’m breathing, I carry the scent of prey.
KC Bosch is a photographer and woodworker who lives and writes in Rappahannock County, Virginia. His poetry can be found at literary journals such as Camel Saloon, Poetry Breakfast, Dead Mule, and Vox Poetica. His work was twice nominated for Best of the Net.
By KC Bosch
when we arrive the calm dark is
rudely broken by generator and lamps
a million details to tend to
set the plates, fasten the sills
take the measure
run adhesive and sheet the deck
build the walls and stand in place
bring in the rafters
tip them up and nail them down
an ancient story of feet and inches
thirty-eight and seven-sixteenths skinny
short to short, three times
cripples and dead-men and bents
valleys and peaks and studs
stopping for lunch almost
while plotting …
sandwich in one hand
plans in the other
all afternoon more of the same
but different …
ok shut it down, tie it down,
pack it up
out to the truck
racing to Manny’s
pork rinds and beer
down 997 toward home
hat stuck to my head
sweat stain tie-dyed shirt
wearing enough sawdust and dirt
to … be … arrested … for … theft.
Matthew Hamilton is a former Soldier, Congressional Aide, US Peace Corps, and Benedictine Monk. He holds a Master of Fine Arts from Fairfield University and is a three time Pushcart Prize nominee. His stories and poems have appeared in a variety of national and international journals, including Atticus Review, Coe Magazine, Noctua Review, Burnt Bridge, Boston Literary Magazine, Cha: An Asian Literary Journal, and Muddy River Poetry Review. His chapbook, The Land of the Four Rivers, published by Cervena Barva Press, won the 2013 Best Poetry Book from Peace Corps Writers. Currently, he is the Librarian at Benedictine College Preparatory, an all-male, Catholic Military high school in Richmond, VA.
Snakes Belong in the Wild
As a child,
she kept purple-tailed lizards
in a doll house. The girls at school
called her queen of the reptiles.
A boy pulled a frog from his pocket
and told her to kiss it. She spit
in his face and disappeared
up a tree a maggot, wrapped herself
in bark-colored leaves
and waited for the bell to ring.
Years later, after college,
she disappeared again,
this time into the desert.
Her trailer was a rainforest.
She collected rattlers and corals,
mambas, and a gaboon viper
she allowed to curl around her wrist
like a diamond bracelet.
She never invited guests,
the boys and girls from school
an unbroken reminder of provocation.
She was never reported missing
and her ears and nose thrashed red
for days like exotic butterflies in flight.
Nicole Yurcaba is a Ukrainian-American writer and internationally-recognized poet currently living and working as an English professor in West Virginia. Her love and dedication to words has propelled her into the arms of such publications as The Atlanta Review, The Bluestone Review, Philomathean, Outrageous Fortune, VoxPoetica, City Lit Rag, Hobo Camp Review, Two Hawks Quarterly, The Lake, and many others. Yurcaba’s first poetry and photography collection Backwoods and Back Words is available through Unbound Content on Amazon. She has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Award, and recently received 2nd Place in the Hemingway Contest hosted by Poetry Sans Frontieres for her poem “September’s Onslaught.”
The Twenty-First of March
“And we’ll believe yet more in liberty…”-Taras Shevchenko
A scene reminiscent of Kruty:
vigorous, stately soldiers
bundled in their bulky overcoats
and tryzub-adorned ushankas,
armed not with rifles this time,
but steeled with their rich bass-roaring voices
sparring the Russki hegemony’s raising
of the imperialistic flag.
Those Ukrainian boys sang “Shche ne vmerla Ukrayina,
ni slava, ni volya”–“Ukraine’s freedom
has not yet perished, nor has her glory”
in defiance of the bear’s unmarked
Yes, March twenty-first:
Spring. Life. Impending war.
Invasion camouflaged as “annexation.”
A deliberate violation of international law.
The slow premeditated disembowelment
of a nation’s sovereignty.
The history texts, the scholars, won’t be permitted to remember.
The bear will sink its claws into those
who recall the truth,
and the bear will ensure
that those young men who sang at the gates
are booked as “Nazis” and “Fascists.”
What will the bear do to those of us
who, six thousand miles away,
watched via television
as those young Ukrainian men–simulacrums
of our fathers, cousins,
and great-grandfathers bellowed
for freedom in the face of Russian aggression,
because we stood
and we sang with our bratiya, late into the night:
“Z-hynut nashi vorozhen’ky,
yak rosa na sontsi”–“Our enemies will vanish
like dew in the sun.”
Suzanne Rhodenbaugh is the author of the poetry books The Whole Shebang (WordTech
Communications, 2010) and Lick of Sense (Helicon Nine Editions, 2001), which won the
Marianne Moore Poetry Prize, and 4 chapbooks; and is the editor of a diary, Sarah’s Civil
War. Her poems, essays, articles and reviews have been widely published in journals, anthologies, newspapers and general interest publications. She lives in St. Louis. Previously she lived in Virginia, other states and one foreign country, hailing originally from Florida and
Georgia. Her favorite contemporary poet is Ted Kooser. Her favorite of all poets is Gerard Manley Hopkins. Her favorite word is “gone.”
Christopher T. George is one of the editors of Loch Raven Review published in Maryland. He was born in Liverpool, England in 1948 and first emigrated to the United States with his parents in 1955. He lives in Baltimore, Maryland, near Johns Hopkins University with his wife Donna and two cats. His poetry has been published in Poet Lore, Lite, Maryland Poetry Review, Smoke, and Bogg, and online at Crescent Moon Journal, Electric Acorn, Melic Review, Painted Moon Review, Pierian Springs, the poetry (WORM), Triplopia, and Web Del Sol Review. He is the editor of the Desert Moon Review poetry workshop at http://www.thedesertmoonreview.com and has his own personal poetry site at http://chrisgeorge.netpublish.net.
Eating a Bruised Bosc Pear on Armistice Day
My short, serrated wood-handled knife slices
into pear-flesh soft as Camembert: the skin
of the fruit scarred like a map of the Somme
– shell craters, churned, disinterred No Man’s Land;
peeling away puttees, sodden khaki trousers,
a surgeon’s knife dissects a private’s leg.
To ghost machine gun fire, I savor sweet
overripe fruit: care-package from home.
(Second prize winner, Interboard Poetry Contest, December 2012, judged by Polina Barskova, who wrote: “This poem is exciting due it’s being so specific, so precise, so dry – one really can see, sense that moment of pleasure, moment of the Earth’s kindness.”)
Shot at Dawn
We shot him because it was only right,
the lad who had deserted his post at first light.
We followed orders, did our duty by him,
abided by the regulations—every line.
The private never denied his cowardice
—a lack of moral fiber is what it is.
The chaplain gave the lad his last rites.
We’ll have a bayonet less, next fight.
The boy accepted the offer of a blindfold
and faced his death like a man, all told:
the sergeant gave the kid a Woodbine,
lit it for him with a match, most kind.
The private coughed at the drag,
must have been his very first fag.
Our squad obeyed the command from the Sarge.
The boy dropped at the single barrage.
Christopher T. George
We find in this poem- a direct- frontface/dealt with Wilfred Owen response to the ridiculous shooting of a deserter- C George is wonderful here- as are Liverpudlians everywhere singing “We’ll Never Walk Alone” becuz- GUESS WHAT- as John Lennon has said- “War is over-if you wnat it!!!”
The new issue of Loch Raven Review is out and is on line at http://www.lochravenreview.net/
The issue includes —
Poems by Diana Anhalt, Michael Bornemann, Bob Bradshaw, Jane Burn, Alan Catlin, Hannah Dellabella, Jéanpaul Ferro, Alice Folkart, Clarinda Harriss, Jennifer Lagier, Richard Merelman, Edgar Gabriel Silex, Shawn Nacona Stroud, Pia Taavila-Borsheim, Don Thompson, Mariah E. Wilson, and Burgi Zenhaeusern.
Translations of Vietnamese poetry by Lê Pham Lê, translated by Lê Pham Lê and Nancy Arbuthnot.
Essay by Barrett Warner on “Doing Time with Charles Wright.”
Short Stories by Elisabeth Dahl, Kat Malone, and Deborah Rudacille.
Review of Katherine E. Young’s Day of the Border Guards written by Thomas Dorsett.
We are always seeking good quality, preferably unpublished, work. In January 2015, the editors of Loch Raven Review made a commitment to notify all new contributors about acceptance or rejection within three months of submission. Note that our policy to avoid publishing authors in back-to-back issues. After an author has received a decision, please do not submit again for the following six months. See also http://www.lochravenreview.net/guidelines.html. Send submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org
Greetings, I am Sara Robinson, reading on Sunday. I am the poetry columnist for Southern Writers Magazine and instructor of contemporary American poetry for UVA/OLLI. I founded the Lonesome Mountain Pros(e) Writers Workshop three years ago and was the poetry editor for the inaugural issue of Virginia Literary Journal. I have published three poetry books and a memoir. I love rye and Scotch whiskies.
What We Seek
a plump wren perched
on a thin branch
a ripe strawberry
stilled on a table
In its serene
the wren feel
ripeness or see
the redness or
is the setting
just a “pas de deux”
Joshua Gray was born in the mountains rural Northern Virginia, outside Washington DC. He grew up in Alexandria VA, two miles from the nation’s capital and spent most of his adult life in the suburbs of the city. From 2012 to 2014 Joshua Gray lived in southern India, and has recently moved back to the DC area.
He has been published in many journals, including Poets and Artists, Mipoesias, Blind Man’s Rainbow, Front Range Review, Iconoclast, Zouch Magazine and many others. For two years he was the DC Poetry Examiner for Examiner.com where he wrote reviews of poetry collections by local poets as well as articles on the local poetry scene. He is active on Twitter, Facebook, StumbleUpon and many other social media sites.
WHY KRISHNA AND RADHA LOVE THE MONSOON
–Originally published in RaedLeaf-India
In the eternal hemorrhaging of the present,
the monsoon is a man pursuing, a god preserving.
His sperm penetrates
the shores of India’s hips, satiates her dry, rough skin.
But here, high in the mountains, dark clouds
finger across the distant sky.
Beneath the blazing sun, I lap
the sweat from between your breasts.
The monkeys are in heat around us;
They leap from tree to tree,
their mouths shut, as they prepare for the tornado
of our love. India bares her breasts, atop her waterbed, seduced.
As the fog rolls in and chills us,
I notice the cool liquid
vanishing from your august temple
as the humor of the present continues its steady flow.
Thanks for hosting us, Jeff!
Lesley Wheeler is a poet and professor born in New York, raised in New Jersey, and residing in Virginia since 1994. Her books include the poetry collections The Receptionist and Other Tales, Heterotopia (winner of the Barrow Street Press Poetry Prize), and Heathen as well as two scholarly studies and the co-edited anthology Letters to the World: Poems from the Wom-po Listserv. Her next poetry collection, Radioland, is forthcoming in September. Now the Henry S. Fox Professor of English at Washington and Lee University, Wheeler has held fellowships from the Fulbright Foundation (New Zealand), the National Endowment for the Humanities, and the Virginia Commission for the Arts. In 2011 she received an Outstanding Faculty Award from the State Council for Higher Education in Virginia. Recent poems and essays have appeared in Poetry, The Gettysburg Review, and the Tahoma Literary Review. Find more information and her poetry blog at http://lesleywheeler.org/.
Although the borderland is stony
and slicked by vivid seaweed,
the old man walks again without a cane—
his silhouette disrupts the glare.
No use shouting. Parents and children
never hear each other. Or
they pick up the faintest
impatient huff. Blackout
yields to voice as randomly
as suns broadcast their flares.
This terrain’s all surf and precipice.
Mirror pools bristle with mussels.
Generations break into foam around
boulders. Ahead, an absolute Atlantic.
But a limestone cliff at our backs
reflects the roar, as if we stand
within a shell whose whorls affirm
each listener’s inner ocean. Touch
the wall and feel a bass-line throb.
And there’s my son, leaning into
this green noise. Locked mollusk.
My daughter’s magnetic waves assail me.
Gods and fathers rarely signal,
but rock vibrates
sympathetically. What else
could it say? Echo
a kind of love, of
from Turbine: http://nzetc.victoria.ac.nz/iiml/turbine/Turbi14/poetry/t1-g1-g1-t17-g1-t1-body-d1.html
Jamaica’s Ras Takura
RasTakura, was nominated for the International Reggae and World Music (IRAWMA) award in 2011 – Dub Poet of The Year. Founder of the Royal African Soldiers Movement
As the tides change in the Reggae landscape that maintain the Rootical vibration from the days of the founding fathers to the Today era of the Reggae Revival, Dub Poetry as always been playing a great rule in the brand of Jamaican Reggae .
RasTakura is one such Poet who carry on in the tradition of people like Oku Onora, Linton Kwesi Jonson and Mutabaruka who is like a Mentor and a Father Figure and has been featured on the ‘Food War’ album in the track titled ‘The Science of Agriculture’
He has performed on some of Jamaica’s major shows including Reggae Sumfest, St. Mary Mi Come From, Capleton & Frenz, Fiwi Sinting, Rebel Salute , Heineken Startime, plus numerous appearances in schools, Colleges and Universities across the Island. He has also Toured and performed across the Caribbean. He is the founder of the annual Dis Poem Wordz & Agro Festival, an all day Poetry festival and expo of Agricultural Products, which was started on the campus of the College of Agriculture Science and Education in Portland Jamaica in 2011.
His work covers not only modern issues but critical ones that need to be brought to the forefront. He performed on Word Sound Power that was featured on BETJ. He classified Himself as a Jamaican Reggae Dub Poet, recording and performing artist, Farmer, Painter, conscious Rastaman.
RasTakura gains his inspiration from H.I.M. Haile Selassie I, Marcus Garvey, Mutabaruka, Andrea Williams-Green and Capleton Peter Tosh, Bob Marley. His agricultural and environmental roots were deepened at the Knockalva Agricultural School, and the College of Agriculture, Science & Education (CASE).
In 2003 Takura was featured on the Multicast Poetz CD – a compilation album produced by Mackonen Blake Hannah & Eric Dixon.
He has been featured on IRIE FM’s programs – Running African, the Entertainment Buzz and Elise Kelly’s Easy Skanking show. plus numerous international interviews, He has been featured on T.V.J, CVM TV, as well as in several local print media such as : The Star, The Gleaner and The Observer Newspapers.
He is “A Potent, Afrocentric Political Poet with a cause” – Rooted with two underground compilation CD’s, Run-Away-Slaves & Dragon Slayers, and a DVD, produced by C.P.T.C. RAS Poetz.
RasTakura was born in the beautiful parish of St. Ann, in a small community neighboring Nine Miles, the home of Reggae Legend Bob Marley. He spent his earlier years growing up on a farm with his Grandparents then later lived with his single mother in a neighboring District. He recognized his talent while attending Bensonton All Age School where he gladly used the opportunities given to perform on every school and community concert as a Dancehall Deejay. Now Dub Poet RasTakura
Look forward to the voice of the future, living in the present. Look forward to the ‘Food War’ album. Look for RasTakura.
For booking information please call 1-876-573-1851 or email email@example.com
Thanks, Jeff, for hosting this spot.
Stan Galloway hosts the Bridgewater International Poetry Festival in alternate years. It is a global event in a small town atmosphere. He also writes poetry himself (which fuels his desire to meet all these outstanding poets). Here is an early poem which can be found in Scratching Against the Fabric, an anthology of poems from the last poetry festival, and scheduled for release next week.
The little boy offers his best fire truck
and invites her to the box
while she sees the castles that he
has not built and the prince who
has not ridden to the rescue.
He says he likes the way she shows the
ribbon in her hair, meaning he likes
the way she shows the ribbon in her hair,
while she hears the one-tenth
surface to a nine-tenths depth he
He reaches out to tie the shoe
string that falls loose and she
begins to list the hundred other
broken things he’s failed to see, thinking
love and entropy are opposites.
He drives his cars around her,
happy that she chose to squat with him
for a time, and she wonders
why he needs her there while
he does his own thing oblivious.
Then she begins to talk and talk and he
turns his ear to her and finally says,
again, he likes the ribbon and
she turns away and leaves the box
to the shallow boy
with the one-track mind.
I’m amazed at the number of garrulous loquacious poets you attract. What a guy.
I believe it is The Festival! It is great to get a preview of some of the unique voices i will be hearing at BIPF. I greatly appreciate people taking the time to introduce themselves in advance. Who’s next?
Thanks for hosting this, Jeff. Can’t wait to meet / see everyone.
Check out my web page for some poems, my resume (with my publishing history) as well as a listing of my forthcoming readings and book signings. Thanks!
Excited to be a part of the 2015 Bridgewater International Poetry Festival!
Visit my website to see my bio and links to some online poems, interviews and videos: http://www.rgevanswriter.com.
Here’s a poem from my book Overtipping the Ferryman:
MONTH WITHOUT A MOON
Any night I like, I can rise instead of the moon
that has forgotten us, not a thought of our sad lot,
and roam the darkened oblongs of the dunes.
Once you said the moon was some pale god
who turned away his face to cause the tides,
and once you said that, I of course believed
that you were mad. Now the ghost crab guides
me to the edge where land is not land, sea not sea,
and all the sky above is one dark dream.
This is the month with no full moon. You
were its prophet, and I am standing on the seam
between belief and what I know is true.
I gave you a diamond. It should have been a pearl.
It should have been a stone to hang above the world.
Thanks so much for this opportunity! Patsy Asuncion
Public education, her ticket from poverty, instilled passion for words in all its creative forms. Professional writing morphed into poetry and short stories, featured in Prevention Magazine and numerous anthologies (most recently in Chatter House Press’ Reckless Writing, SUNY’s Healing Muse, L.A. Loyola’s The Truth About the Fact, National Federation of Poetry Society’s Encore) as well as online journals, UK’s Female First and Laughing Fire Press. Her poetry collection, Cut on the Bias, will be published by Laughing Fire Press in early 2015.
Here’s a new poem about growing up in Chicago’s inner city:
She was stolen shiny new outside
a tenement for a joy ride then abandoned
in a back alley No anti-theft devices
in those days just next of kin to fender
troublemakers When they found her
they thought she was lucky just
a busted headlight bloody dents
and pigeon-toed tires probably
the reason thieves dumped her
Once healed she proved a good car
who kept good traction whenever
she drove her stepmother home
from the neighborhood tap Mechanics
saw her potential caught her interest
with books Interior lights a tough
engine ensured high performance
in school despite being left
alone a lot on the street
Tomboy antics in the alleys scarred
all four tires but she put up a poker-face
Two crashes shorting her electrical
started migraines every time she used
her turn signals Surgery on ball joints
and quality oil seemed to quiet cranky
squeaks when she rolled She paid
attention keeping her trim in top shape
to slow depreciation unlike some friends
Maintenance doesn’t stop life’s odometer
Rust spots on her once flawless finish
increased each winter Young cracks
in her underbody began puckering her
mainframe Cheap gas had been no
problem but then started upsetting her gut
Chronic allergies insisted more air filter
changes Not surprised each time she
was traded She didn’t choose her
Sold now as vintage she is adept
a classic from the day the only one
to make it out of the old neighborhood
While memory settings have lost old
details she recalls important choices
running even in bad weather starting
while missing parts finding her way
regardless of confusing road signs
optimizing her standard components
Hey ya’ll, super stoked to meet up with everyone & exchange languages. Here’s some stuff about & of me:
A. Logan Hill grew up just north of Harrisonburg, Virginia in an old house by a small town off the highway. As a Poetry candidate in the MFA Program for Poets & Writers, he is currently working on a novel, a new chapbook of “appropriations from texts on NOTHING,” a collection of “prosaic meanderings” with the working title “Reward,” new poems, a children’s book, journals, and a collection of essays. In addition, Logan has also begun preliminary research on “the art of the list” and his interests in the integrity of mobiles. He currently teaches College Writing in the University’s Writing Program and is an Associate Editor at Route 9 Literary Magazine.
Needless to say “logan’s poems are more like blooms.” — H I L L
l o g a n H I L L “ hates ” genre.
He writes lists, notes, batches, drafts, plumbs, poems, stories, lyrics, essays, journals, writing, fiction, creative non-fiction. letters, essays, journals, poems, genre/form, collections, novels, chapbooks, speeches, strands, grants, proposals, lectures, lessons, drafts, labels, symbols, diagrams, lists, talks, responses, reviews, poems, presentations, stories, lists & other illiterate drafts / songs.
x Poetry is an act.
x Fiction is a process.
x Writing is the universal human act of a reciprocation between / personal experience and
x Everything is / the act of poetry.
* * *
in the bodies
complete loneliness —
like a rotting
the beautiful paired
with the mundane —
& the useless—
& the grotesque
of the beautiful—
some things will never end up in the wildflowers.
Looking forward to meeting you all!
Aimee Suzara is a Filipino-American poet, playwright, and performer. Her mission is to create, and help others create, poetic and theatrical work about race, gender, and the body to provoke dialogue and social change. Her poetry appears in her debut book, SOUVENIR (WordTech Editions 2014) and collections including Phat’itude and Kartika Review. Her multidisciplinary theater work, A HISTORY OF THE BODY, received several grants and commissions including ones from the National Endowment for the Arts and East Bay Community Foundation. A YBCAway (Yerba Buena Center for the Arts) and Spirited Woman Fellowship (AROHO Foundation) awardee, her work has premiered at the Thick House, CounterPULSE, Berkeley Repertory Theater, and been selected for the Utah Arts Festival, One Minute Play Festival, United States of Asian America, APAture, and others. As a performing poet and educator, she has graced stages and classrooms nationally, and she has collaborated with many artists, including Deep Waters Dance Theater. She was a two-time Hedgebrook Resident, and an alumna of VONA (Voices of Our Nations Arts Foundation). Of SOUVENIR, Luis Rodriguez said, “Aimee Suzara is a deep chronicler of our hopes, dreams, pains, and future…we need these poems more than ever.” http://www.aimeesuzara.net
From SOUVENIR (WordTech Editions 2014)
At the 1904 St. Louis World’s Fair
parts wrapped to be sold
peel mummy layers
undoing the stitch.
It is invasive,
a sort of jigsaw-
suture the way
Navajos and Igorottes,
at the artificial
Pueblo Cave Dwelling.
You note the backdrop
of painted sand pillars;
cirrus cloud sky.
Wool jackets rub
loin cloths. Feathers
tickle Victorian necklines.
Hands sew together
what does not belong.
One day, it will heal
into something unrecognizable
with the parts of a person:
with teeth, hair and nails.
Come upon these
this list of names
Come from thousands of miles
to witness the exhibit
of the exhibit. Come
to participate in
your own story does not
allow you to participate.
The candidness of naked
eyes, bare chests devoid
of goosebumps. The smoothness
of distance. The shadows
of the uncaptured. Something
tells you to stop looking,
but you are spun: sutured
to your subject.
MiCKi O’Hearn is a singing poet from Orange County ,Virginia.
She has published 3 Chapbooks since 2007 (“Only If I Could”, “Frenzy to the Finish”, “Hysterias & Happiness”) with recent poetry appearing in the Anthologies Rappahannock Voices (2014) and Rappahannock Review (2010). Her poem “MiCKi’s Coffeehouse Rap” won 1st Prize in the song lyric category of the 2014 Poetry Society of Virginia annual contest. She also won 2nd Place in the 2014 ‘Burg Idol singing competition in Fredericksburg, VA.
MiCKi performs her music and poetry at concert venues across Virginia to coffeeshops in New York to Montana. Her 3rd music CD, “Bye Greener Pastures”, is scheduled for release February 2015 and available on iTunes, Amazon and iHeart Radio. (pro: BMI)
Connect with MiCKi O’Hearn at http://www.facebook.com/mickiohearn
I’m very much looking forward to the Festival and to experience a bit of Virginia “warmth.” (Snowing here on Wheeler Hill at the moment and to be below zero tomorrow night.)
Over twenty years ago I quit doing other work to devote myself to poetry. Since then I’ve made my living as a poet, small press publisher (FootHills Publishing) and oral memoirist. I live in rural New York State with my family on 50 remote acres. From here I go out into the world on poetic road journeys, giving readings, conducting workshops and having amazing experiences. In 2013 I went on my “Poems Across America Tour,” giving readings in each of the 48 contiguous states.
It will be wonderful to connect with all of the diverse poets who are participating in the Festival.
I’m reading on Saturday at 3:30! Look forward to meeting and hearing from all of you!
–darlene anita scott
Hello Dear Poets,
I am really looking forward to being with other poets and their work–in many ways this is the best part of the writing life. Below are details about the sound poem project–it is my dream that we all become one large poem.
Please feel free to contact me at nicelle c davis @ gmail . com if you have any questions.
Saturday, Jan. 17 4:30 p.m. (B)
Nicelle Davis Invites You
to Become a Poem
More information about sound poems here:
Thanks, Jeff, for managing this space, and thank you, Stan, for organizing the festival. I enjoyed the afternoon readings today!
In past lives Dawn Leas was a copywriter, admission director, and middle-school English teacher and is DawnLeasnow the associate director of the Low-Residency M.A./M.F.A. Creative Writing Programs at Wilkes University. Her chapbook, I Know When to Keep Quiet (Finishing Line Press, 2010) is available in print and Kindle versions, and a collection of her poems appears in Everyday Escape Poems, an anthology recently released by SwanDive Publishing. She is also a contributing editor at Poets’ Quarterly and TheThe Poetry. Follow Dawn on Twitter @DawnLeas or visit http://www.dawnleas.com.
Hey, thanks for this page, Jeff! It’s great to keep connected with the amazing poets from the Fest.
Here’s a link to Fest Organizer Stan Galloway’s new poetry broadside:
All best to all, and keep in touch.
Emily / St Brigid Press
Daikuju, tovarish, (thank you, friend) for making this an alumni page. I will definitely visit and post often.
Thanks Nicole. Keep us posted for when your new book comes out.
Thank you, Jeff! This is a wonderful resource. I had a great time at the festival. I’m looking forward to releasing the inaugural festival’s anthology in the coming weeks and seeing this year’s anthology take shape soon after. Let’s keep the poetic energy alive!
Agreed! Please update us when the first anthology is out.
Very grateful to have this forum, thanks Jeff! Also, for all the social media users, @joshuagraypoet and http://www.facebook.com/joshuagraypoet
My latest publication is a poem titled “There Are No Atheists In Infidelity,” which appears at Annmarie Lockhart’s VoxPoetica: http://voxpoetica.com/atheists-infidelity/
Lauren Scharhag features Backwoods and Back Words on her poetry blog today: http://laurenscharhag.blogspot.com/2015/01/backwoods-and-back-words-poems-by-nicky.html
Very cool. I’m working my way through your book already, nice to get a preview of a few I have not read yet.
Thanks, Jeff. I hope you are enjoying the book!
“Up on North Mountain” is my favorite in the book…so far.
My poem “Four Winds of Poetry” appears in this new issue of this cool magazine from the UK. 3 ways to read electronically. http://www.newpoetry.net/#read
Enjoying Michael Bassett’s poetry book, “Hatchery of Tongues” http://www.amazon.com/Hatchery-Tongues-Michael-Bassett/dp/094254496X
Other BIPF alumni, your support is needed! Please “LIKE” MiCKi on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/mickiohearn.
If you’re in the Fredericksburg Area, come in for MiCKi’s CD Release Party with Music & Poetry Show: https://www.facebook.com/events/602503819894806/?ref=5
If you’re in the Charlottesville Area, go to C’Ville Coffee on 3/11/2015 for MiCKi’s CD Release Party Performance. https://www.facebook.com/events/524379957702977/?ref=5
“Bye Greener Pastures” release date on major distributor sites: 2/27/2015
That’s great news. BIG congrats!
I have a new website up where I offer editing services. Help spread the word. Thank you. http://matthewahamilton.com/
Your website looks great. Do you have a ballpark rate for different services? I’m happy to spread the word. Patsy
Hi Patsy. Thank you. Are you on FB? I can chat about details there. -Matthew
I love your site, Matthew! It’s easy to navigate, etc. Congrats!
I will be a featured reader at Bridgewater College’s Convocation series on 16 February 2015. You can check out the Facebook page here: https://www.facebook.com/events/855371191192985/?ref_dashboard_filter=upcoming and here: http://www.bridgewater.edu/events-news/events-convocations/eventdetail/570/-/poetry-reading-with-nicole-yurcaba-09.
I hope to see friends from the BIPC! I miss you all!
After some negotiation with editor, Susan Terris, my poem, Port St. Lucie, Florida, has been accepted for the next issue of Spillway (June 2015)! I read this poem at Bridgewater.
Congrats! Very cool.
Don’t forget to write a poem about the moon tonight for our Full Moon Social. Tag it on twitter as #fullmoonsocial and fullmoonsocial on WordPress so your fellow poets and readers can find it. I’ll keep a tally throughout the night and reblog a bunch as well…
My poem “Dirt Beneath the Fingernails” appears in the Southern Women’s Review: http://www.SouthernWomensReview.com.
I just had a sestina published over at SurvivorsReview.orgabout my original diagnosis and subsequent treatment of Melanoma.
I first wrote it four years ago, but kept coming back to it.
Very nice work, Joshua, with a difficult form and difficult subject.
Big congrats!!! BTW, Duotrope, Health Affairs.org and UVA want poetry submissions on health topics right now. All the best.
Announcing the release of my latest book Steel Cut Oats, from Red Dashboard!
My, my… intriguing subject. Big congrats!!!
Great news, Joshua!
Who’s coming back for 2017 BIPF?
Jeff, I’m there!
Patsy Asuncion, Ed.S.
Yep, I’ll be there! No one thought otherwise. I just did a count and we are at 74 speakers so far. Nine tables reserved (7 paid for), representing individuals, editors, publishers, and writing programs. In my expanded schedule I can take about a dozen more poets and a couple more tables, so if you haven’t applied yet, get me your stuff soon! –Stan
I will be there. 🙂 Looking forward to seeing everyone again.