Showing posts with label SoCal poets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SoCal poets. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Review of Deborah P. Kolodji's "Tug of a Black Hole"






shelter in place

the days when I feel 

like an astronaut


(from Tug of a Black Hole, Deborah P Kolodji)


     Deborah P. Kolodji’s new chapbook Tug of a Black Hole (© 2021, Title IX Press), is a chronicle of the author’s journey through the Covid 19 global pandemic. There are numerous other Covid 19 inspired poetry books being published, or coming out this year, but none that I’ve read, so far, contain the intimate and powerful verse Kolodji, a master haikuist, has crafted in the last 14 months.

   Tug of a Black Hole contains 20 scifiku, a form similar to haiku, but with science fiction as the theme, instead of nature. I would argue that most of these are still haiku, since many of the poems contain nature references, and space, while not considered a part of Mother Nature, is a part of nature. The 20 poems are composed in a tight and swiftly read sequence, with references to isolation, illness, and the frustration engendered from the feeling of not going anywhere, which are some of the obstacles many people encountered during the pandemic.

   The best thing about this, to me, as a poet, and lover of poetry, is that Kolodji takes these awkward muses, and employs them to her advantage. Each scifiku is crafted to perfection, with amazing visuals, which makes it easy to envision oneself as a passenger, on planet Earth, traveling the solar system. Tug of a Black Hole is both nostalgic and melancholy, as the farther the reader, as passenger, travels away from the center of ther origins, and themselves:



lace curtains 

in a spaceship window

things we can’t leave


ten years in space

the dish garden

in my cabin


    In the spaces between the scifiku, there’s much to ponder. Everyone will get something out of this little gem of an e-chapbook, but the wonder, and the inviting nature of Kolodji’s poems make this a book to go back to, if for no other reason than it’s excellent poetry.


Tug of a Black Hole, Deborah P Kolodji, © 2021 Title IX Press, Free to download, 16 pages


© 2021 marie c lecrivain



 

Monday, March 29, 2021

Women's History Month: Monday, March 29, 2021: Maria A. Arana's two poems "hungry fire" and "self terror"

                                                © 2021 marie c lecrivain



hungry fire…

 

hungry fire

quiet mist

dangerous goddess

come heave elaborate words

© 2021 Maria A. Arana

 

 

 

self-terror

 

diamond is bitter juice

metallic bang

instead of

mechanical worship

problem

machine before flesh

previous play

 

© 2021 Maria A. Arana






Maria A. Arana is a teacher, writer, poet, and proofreader. Her poetry has been published in various journals including Spectrum, Big Windows Review, The Kleksograph, and Cholla Needles Magazine. You can find her at https://twitter.com/m_a_Arana

Monday, March 8, 2021

Women's History Month: Monday, March 8, 2021: Jackie Chou's poem "Yes"


                                              photo by marie c lecrivain


Yes

 

I say "yes" 

because it feels smooth on my tongue

when I utter it

I like the way its vowel sound

makes my mouth form a smile

instead of an O

as in the word “no” 

I say "yes" 

because I want to be superwoman

who can meet any demand

that if you asked me for an eye

I could scoop it out of its socket

and grow another one 

and if you asked me for a hand

I’d take it quite literally

I say “yes”

because I have not yet learned

the peril behind it

when acted upon impulsively

and how a simple “no” 

can rescue me 

from its sweet disasters


© 2021 Jackie Chou


Jackie Chou writes poetry because it makes life more colorful.  It turns the common birds and flowers of the urban landscape where she has lived all her life into heroes.  Her poem "Cycle of a Tree" was nominated for a Pushcart by Highland Park Poetry.

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Two Poems: "The (N) Word" and "Just About Legal' by Marvin Louis Dorsey



The (N) Word

Just beneath
my beautiful black
skin is anger
I've tried to push
it away but here it is
after hunting down
the young black male
jogger
do you know what
the son of a bitch said
as this young black man lay
dying in the street
he stood over him
And said
you fucking nigger
who you gonna get mad at
me for saying the word
Or
the man who calls me a fucking nigger
I'm just keeping
the fucked up shit
real
Oh and by the way
The word nigger isn't pronounced
The N word


© 2020 Marvin Louis Dorsey




Just About Legal

I understand the riots
I really do
If
I was in my 20s I'd be
protesting burning shit
down too
I mean come on man!!!
What the fuck!!!
These crazy ass people
hate my
Beautiful
Black
Skin
So much they're making
it just about legal to murder
my black ass
By
my
Black
God
there
lays
I
Another murdered black
man dead in the street
Keeping my shit real
if ya love me
Ya gonna feel me
I wonder how many
of you deep inside really
understand
We
Don't need
anymore shit
Right now!!
What the fuck!!!

© 2020 Marvin Louis Dorsey


Bio: At the end of a workday, Marvin Louis Dorsey travels 60 minutes by freeway, exiting on a long unpaved desert road to his ranch home in Lancaster. There he is greeted by the wind, lone tumbleweeds rambling across the sandy vista, and a variety of farmyard animals. The dichotomies of city and desert, noise and quietude, and the confines of a cage vs. the expansive freedom of the night's universe of stars, inform the heart of Marvin's poetry, where a deep interior life shares the page with the wide exterior landscape.

You can purchase Dorsey's two chapbooks, Desert Prowl, and Casual Conversations, directly through the author. Email for details at dorseypoeticproductions@hotmail.com  

Monday, March 30, 2020

Monday, March 30, 2020: National Women's Month: Maria Arana's poem "Bury the Tears"

Bury the Tears

the ones you swore
I gave you

the ones that burned
your cheeks and pursed your lips

bury them
until not a single drop pours out

I’m not worth
all that anguish

I’m not worth
all that sorrow

bury them deep
deep inside

a black box
to match your black heart

then, I’d never hurt you
like you claim I did

and maybe
forever will be better

as we watch
the world’s sunset in flames


© 2020 Maria Arana



Bio: Maria A. Arana is a teacher, writer, and poet. Her poetry has been published in various journals including Spectrum, The Pangolin Review, Nature Writing, and Cholla Needles Magazine. You can find her at https://twitter.com/m_a_Arana

Thursday, December 12, 2019

Two Poems by Jack G Bowman "After Watching 'Behemoth'' and "Impeachment Proceedings"

After Watching Behemoth

Phosphorous, radium enlightenment
Uranium 238 smile,
the scientist from the NRC
watches the sky,
mystery crashes in the atmosphere

wonders in sci/fi;
‘if aliens are changing the atmosphere so it’s easier for them to breathe’

or if that’s just another excuse for greedy, heartless sapiens
to pollute the planet 

sad, acid, fog tears, burns, scars
Earth trembles

waits for another large asteroid,
already past due

or some new dangerous giant to come up from the ocean depths
to do a little payback.


Impeachment Proceedings

His peacemaker role now becomes a resistance martyr
flames of frightened villagers march to storm the castle
he sees them, feels the mob blood rise
it is exciting, easy to join in

so he backs off
his one reflective desire
to observe; takes over,
intellect overrules the immense emotional wave

there cannot be too many mistakes
or the castle will send its soldiers to stomp the rebellion
storm troopers and with vengeance and sharpened blades
death, makes the man curious,
to watch at a distance

they no longer pretend to listen to him
the walls must come down,
the king must be tried and hung
and the land must become fertile again

maybe… maybe.





Jack G. Bowman is a licensed psychotherapist (LMFT MFC42855) poet, composer, artist and performer in Southern California. His poems have been widely published in small presses across the US, UK, India, Mexico, and on the internet since 1991. He has written reviews for Poetix and poeticdiversity, and he was a member of the poetry groups Third Person Singular, Duotribe, and The Furniture Guild Poets. In recent years, he's been published in Altadena Poetry Quarterly, Spectrum Anthologies, and Fevers of the Mind. In 2016, he was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

1. Thanatos on a Southland Freeway
2. Paranormal Libido
3. Incarnate Canals of Mars
4. Unnatural Fire
5. Diamonds in the Sand
6. Vision and Presence
7. Moths Singed by Moonlight
8. Serpents in the Stratosphere
9. A Walk into Darkness
10. Red Velvet Apocalypse
11. Other Realms of Being
12. Incandescent Silence
13. The Troublesome Tales of Frank Macabre
14. Ego Syntonic Jasmine
15. Metamorphic Consequences

Psych Workbooks

The 8 Week Self-Esteem Workshop
The Dilemmas of Men
Reading People

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Jack Henry's poem "and all for naught"


the ringing in my ears
never fades
day or night,
a constant screaming,
high pitched death wail,
it brings the madness,
it is the key that unlocks
my mind –

i sit in traffic,
daily,
ears ringing,
madness cresting through my skin,
an itch incurable,
a woman on a phone
talks loudly,
i hear her,
every word,
she is not hands free,
just talking & talking & talking -

& next to me
a man in a flash car
shiny bright
expensive
texts his mother,
or his brother,
or his mistress
as he
continues
to
slow
the
fuck
down…


& my hands grip
tight
the ringing & ringing
people slowing
& passing &
stopping
&
i
can’t
take it
anymore –

I pull off
the freeway,
return to
my hiding,
bury myself
deep beneath
the covers of
my bed,
& breath
real
slow
as the
ringing rises
higher
& i being
to
twitch again -

© 2019 Jack Henry


Jack Henry is a poet living south and east from Los Angeles. After a self imposed hibernation Jack reemerged and started writing again. Recent publications include Red Fez, Winamop, and dope fiend daily. In August 2019, Heroin Love Songs, a poetry journal Jack publishes, will see the light of day once more.

photo © 2019 marie c lecrivain