Tuesday, August 29, 2023

No Tourists At The Cup Defenders, a Basil Rosa novel



Narrated by commercial fisherman Pee Wee Coyle, No Tourists At The Cup Defenders details the short tragic life of Victor Silva. Pee Wee's narration fulfills a promise he made to Victor’s then pregnant wife, Loren, that when their son James was old enough, he’d share what happened to his father.

This is the third novel in a trilogy that takes place in Southern New England. 

You can find the E-novel here at Barnes and Noble UK:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/no-tourists-at-the-cup-defenders-basil-rosa/1137153254?ean=2940164105587

Or at Smashwords herehttps://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1025315

Thank you to Meric Bulca for the cover painting, and to Erika B Hollen for the design.



***


Groovemasters Night At The Met Cafe, a Basil Rosa novel



Groovemasters Night At The Met Café pays homage to Balzac’s Lost Illusions, chronicling one autumn of a May-September romance in Providence between Shura Levy and Ship C. Cusack. 

This is the second of a trilogy set in Southern New England. 

You can find the E-novel here at Barnes and Noble:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/groovemasters-night-at-the-met-cafe-basil-rosa/1137153262

You can find other Basil Rosa novels here at Barnes and Noble UK: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Basil%20Rosa 

You can also find the novel here from Amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Groovemasters-Night-At-Met-Cafe-ebook/dp/B08CS32CP9 and from Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1025316



***


At age 20, Ship prefers his middle name, Chandler, and narrates this tale of joie de vivre. Self-absorbed, brimming with enthusiasm and unearned confidence, insecure and impatient, yet so guileless and eager to succeed that many can’t help liking him, Chandler is burning to know what love is. He must know. It’s all so urgent.

At the novel’s beginning he’s employed at Channel 36, Providence’s only public television station at the time. He’s also acting in a play directed by Shura Levy in Newport. When the play closes, Chandler suffers a bout of depression. He also loses his job due to funding cuts. He finds happiness in dating Shura, who, cigarette and glass of scotch in hand, agrees to educate him in more ways than one, but he must promise her, “We’ll always be friends no matter what I choose to do.” 

Inspired by her guidance, Chandler finds work as a line cook, lands a small part in an original play and makes visits by bus to Boston where he eat his grandmother's soup, listens to her stories, and helps his ailing grandfather by giving him a hot shave. 

Back in Providence, he enjoys lots of sex and long philosophical conversations with Shura, a RISD grad from Long Island who gave up painting for the theatre and who describes her lifestyle as one of “genteel poverty.” She reads Zola and Shakespeare and waits tables, travelling periodically by train to audition for plays in Manhattan. 

Shura finds Chandler charming and amusing, though insists he not get too attached. She treats him to exorbitant meals and they go out often to blues bars, and they sleep late after enjoying wild sex all night. Shura becomes something of a dominatrix with Chandler, as well as a star on the Providence theatre scene. As much as she likes the attention from locals, she despairs over being pigeonholed as an actress who must play mothers and aunts. Time is running out. She must move to Manhattan. Her goal all along has been to make it there in the theatre.

Life begins changing rapidly for Chandler. His roommate Gail moves to Los Angeles. His other roommate, Kevin, has been diagnosed with a strange new disease called AIDS. His Iranian friend KJ, who still hasn’t married Bree in order to get a green card, has been forced to live in a squalid room with Derek and Doughie, a pair of male strip-tease dancers. Chandler’s new roommate, Marshall, is turning out to be a cocksure bully who insists Chandler is “a homo” who likes “Frenchy” things. 

While Shura’s away in Manhattan, Chandler realizes how much she’s at the center of his life. He fears the longer she’s away, the more she’ll lose interest in him. 

Shura returns and meets with Chandler to explain why she was away so long. She had an abortion. Chandler is puzzled and feels betrayed. Maybe he’d want to have a child with her. He does love her, after all. Why hadn’t she discussed this with him? Had there been another man? He doesn’t like admitting that this is possible. Shura elaborates gently to Chandler how difficult a decision this was for her, telling him, “Having a child is not what I want right now.”

Though they resume their romance in Providence, it’s more subdued. They watch Jean Luc Godard movies at the Avon Cinema, and have what feels like one final fling seeing The Groovemasters on a Thursday night at the Met Café. It’s after this night that Shura reveals that she’s found an affordable apartment in Greenwich Village. She’s going to move, at last. She’d like Chandler to visit, though not until she’s settled. 

It’s already November and Thanksgiving. Chandler goes home to his parents, feeling lost and knowing when he returns to Providence that Shura won’t be there. A chapter has ended. His life will be different, one he’s not even certain he wants to go back to.

Perhaps Shura had been right when she’d told him, “Love is in the grasping.”

Eightball At Grady's Palace East, a Basil Rosa novel



Eightball At Grady’s Palace East is the first in a trilogy of Basil Rosa novels set in Southern New England. It's a story of  love, friendship and survival among a variety of creative spirits doing what's necessary to survive.

 You can find the E-novel here from Barnes and Noble UK : https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Basil%20Rosa


A thank you to Erika B Hollen for the cover design.







Monday, August 28, 2023

Milk Blossom Pushes Free, a Basil Rosa novel

 


At the age of 35, Ruby L. Hermosa would like to know how her life became so difficult. A third-genration actor and singer, raised by her Tony-award-winning grandmother, shunned by her drama queen of a mother, she's laboring to get career back on track. She still doesn't talk to her mother, a widow who's taken her husband's inheritcance money and exiled herself to a life poolside with cocktails in Costa Rica. 

You can find the book here at Barnes and Noble UK: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Basil%20Rosa

And here at Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Milk-Blossom-Pushes-Free-Basil-ebook/dp/B08MWMBGQW 

And here at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/1053013


Thank you to artist Tony Sturtevant for the cover image.





God Wore Denim, a Basil Rosa novel



As both love letter and elegy, James Robert Bradner, octogenarian widower and recovering alcoholic, recounts daily life during a single harvest season long ago on a family farm in Macon County, North Carolina. 



You can find the E-novel here at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/1042180



Thank you to Erika B. Hollen for the cover design.

Witness Marks, a Basil Rosa novel



Preacher Everett Micah Zachery narrates this novel of interconnected lives from the parishioners of his church, Glad Tidings, in the fictional city of Belinda. 

This E-novel can be found here at Barnes and Noble UK:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Basil%20Rosa

Here at Amazon UK:https://www.amazon.co.uk/Witness-Marks-Basil-Rosa-ebook/dp/B08MWL89RP

And here at OverDrive:https://www.overdrive.com/media/5843194/witness-marks


Thank you to artist Tony Sturtevant for the cover image.

Based On Joyce, an E-novel by John Michael Flynn

 


Marcello Andrade copes with the death of his alcoholic mother by selling the house she raised him in, and moving to Kansas City to reinvent himself. 

Find the book here at Barnes and Noble UK: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/based-on-joyce-john-michael-flynn/1143658682?ean=2940167389489

Here at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/1408887 

And here at OverDrive: https://www.overdrive.com/media/9926414/based-on-joyce



The Blizzard Surfer, an E-novel by John Michael Flynn

 


Daniel Currie cannot stop watching television as a way to cope with memories of the day, at age of 15, he found his father frozen to death in his car during a blizzard.

You can find the E-novel here at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/1404665




Second Nature, Third Eye, Fifth Wheel, an E-book of poems by John Michael Flynn



These poems examine love, fidelity, faith and amorality in an increasing secular age. They examine our need for family and a sense of belonging, anchored in what Seamus Heaney described as poetry's need for a "sense of moving on, crossing something...into the dark...towards a destination and a transition."


You can find the book here from Barnes and Noble UK: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/second-nature-third-eye-fifth-wheel-john-michael-flynn/1143203843?ean=2940167110809

From OverDrive: https://www.overdrive.com/media/9786786/second-nature-third-eye-fifth-wheel

And here from Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/1377792



Table Of Contents

 

Second Nature

 

Love Is A Ballad, A Quartet

Responsorial Speech

Insert Big Mind Here

One Breath Enough

Ashore

Analogous To Amnesia

This Life As Mural

Time Feasts On Each Lonely Believer

Metro Retro

Itchy

Terrain Tour

Risk Mined

What To Do For Children

Sybarite

Shut Up Or Own It

Seek Ye Neither Culprits Nor Blame

Every Hazard Every Step

 

Third Eye

 

Wind Hawk Theatre Dream

On A Saturday Morning In The Hollywood Forever Cemetery

Six Reflections From A New York System Diner In The Rain At 3:30 A.M.

An Asseveration

Rehab

Tree Strength

Pain Is Not A French Word For Bread

Never Too Old To Play Simon Says

When The Neighborhood Stoop Was All

This Be Surrealism

Northwestern Air

Three Reflections On Bullying

In Near Sleep

In A Highway 7-11 West Of Ashtabula

For Mags

In Support Of Just Causes

Importunate Options

Regarding Words That Never Needed To Be Spoken

What I Won’t Bury In A Time Capsule

Ritual Virginia

What I Imagine As Colors

A Palliative Dynamic

At Truman Reservoir

Etching My Initials Into A Fencepost

Optics Versus Delusions

 

 

Fifth Wheel

 

Occasionally Complete Strangers Sending Flowers

If I Could Weep Beyond Rims Of Earth Dream

Girls, Girls, Girls

Again Nightmares Of Falling

Two Left Feet Or A Determined Woman Finds Her Way

Little Sister Is Now A Mom

I Find No Faults In The One I Love

Some Never Get Too Old For Each Other

Regrets In Grueling Times Need Rain

Obit Sent By A Friend

Annihilation, Reinvention

Roddy In Speaker’s Corner, 1980

Chill Silver Of London, 2004

Two For Dad From Adolescent Years

Connect Please I’ll Wait


This is a sample from the collection.


Love Is A Ballad, A Quartet

 

 

Eternals beheld his vast forests

Age on ages he lay, clos’d, unknown.

William Blake

1.

 

Cut and paste here your fang

scars as I spin tales

about forgiveness defining

sanctimonious responsibilities.

 

You have me sawed-off, out of it

chewing soul because I can’t find magic

during each planned rendezvous

with a naked midnight.

 

Addled in the rinse of moonlight

I turn now to silver melting over grass

a town common, memories of legs

in your smile, each heroically elegiac.

 

2.

 

You coaxed me forward

into the undertow, our past.

 

Take them now these hard, coiling voices

set them free as angelic waves

so I’ll know again downward spirals

each fathom that once held us together.

 

I cannot stand myself any longer

recalling acts of violence I submitted to

and in response how I inflicted pain

to broker repentance.

 

Here on this beach remains of us wash up

shaped like a series of elasticized hooks

tied to ropes eroding in the shadows

a storm having thrashed our bones.

 

Witness me negotiating infinity’s edge

and please trust I won’t ever forget.

 

3.

 

While showing peach trees how to tremble in the rain

I follow urges to shape shawls of jackal light left neglected.

Patrolling truant impulses, I season my nights with blood petals.

 

If only I’d been more – I can’t imagine living now

without this hunger for you, for a common language.

What I accept is that beauty remains a sublime intelligence.

 

4.

 

Pawning the chipped hands of God Fortune

quoting ourselves as portrayed in a Netflix doc

about American ignorance we sing,

“If it’s not one springtime, it’s your mother.”

 

Inscrutable restorations. Perishable resolve.

Caviling degrees of incivility.

We watch tomorrow arrive

in the guise of dystopian genius.

 

Tension among ghosts, a lower-case epiphany

along avenues where garmentos fabricate

responses to our hand-blown glass threads.

A holding on? If so, how to respond?

 

Our fingers become a loom stitching

interstices into elegance.

We’re oafish in response.

The runs, the turns, the compensations.






Anglepoised With Aura, an E-book of poems by John Michael Flynn

 


These prose poems wander at times to ancient places to focus on light, motion and sound. They seek to represent dimensions that might deepen what's being viewed while also defining the viewer. 

You can find the book here at Barnes and Noble UK: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/anglepoised-with-aura-john-michael-flynn/1143304858?ean=2940166883957

Here at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1373856

And here at OverDrive: https://www.overdrive.com/media/9760900/anglepoised-with-aura


For Dave Nader

In Loving Memory of Julie Anne Benson Flynn

  

If we could only find the courage to leave our destiny to chance,

to accept the fundamental mystery of our lives….

Luis Buñuel


Table Of Contents

 

I

 Inshallah

Ululating Steeples

Jawbone

Oblivionraker

Never Now Been Where

Chap Mate Pal Bud Chum Bestie

Wheel Slime

Round Sound

Uptight Commuter

Symptoms

Aubade

Shed Light’s On Again

Eastern Zephyr

A Tribe Of Goats

Purple Termessos

Aphrodisias Yellow-Throated Like A Vireo

Depersonalized At The Ordinary

Stubby Crayon

Vulpine Avenues

If This What Then So Why That

Viscid Lucid

There Will Be Renewal

Class-Sick

Three Piedmont Afternoons

II

 

Behind The Breakers

Guilt Or Sew

She Charts Her Stance

Contradistinction

Drama’s Two Faces

Sewing Needles Not Dragonflies

Body Guarded

A Dandy In Cerulean

Guest Of The Harp

Wharf Rat Roger That

Heresies Of An Infatuation

Reference Maker Mate

Inked In Mighty Frescoes

Scurrilous Char

When Near

A Salty Owl Muses

Rain Rides Down To Rot The Seams

Addressing The Stakes Of Importunate Options

Wonderland Happens Today

Carle In Wormtown

Versions Of Ionia

Luck Disbelief

Burnt End Of A June Evening After Hearing Brodsky Read At Assumption College

Super Mega Ultra 80s Blitz From K-Tel

Realized And Li Po

 

III

Mudlark With Black-Eyed Susans

Gridlock

Hills Of Albion Aglow

What The Husband Usually Never Says

Sunday Quiet

Chet Over Easy

Confessing Washed-Up Wannabe

Hydrodynamic

Overcast Tea

Revered Moorings Memorial Day

Your Teacher Your Illusion

It Seems Each Visitor Soon Misses San Francisco

Yoga Morning Year’s First Snow

Connubial

Wisp And Axis

Growth Amps

Roaches At An Easel Risk The Ferns Of A Beach Dream

Lost Low Northerly

Time Signatures

Whim Oven Sickle

Fractions In E Minor

Status Andronicus

There Are Days

Song From A Little Chatte In Lockdown

 

Here is a sample poem from the book


There Will Be Renewal

 

 

When willows flag and grasses cringe, when frogs and crickets creep with sparrows, and when girls with slow faces learn how to sing, these are the times when we know an innocent has died. We mourn. Pulled toward the earth we find and make our trail back to the mystery where our glorious nothingness began. Does anyone really want to live forever? Gravity is. It never comes on or happens. Sometimes, I wish to collect and refund such gravity. Other times, the air smells like my heart, like methods, an art, daffodils that rehearse in chorus.

I don’t have to become one of the mourners. I already am – unimaginative and too eager for success. I scorn myself as one too jealous. I prefer to be a duck because I’d be allowed to swim all day and wouldn’t need to say much. I could boast a dry back too, and nobly disinterested intentions.


Jennifer Bosveld, a memorial tribute


 JENNIFER BOSVELD
Publisher, Editor, Poet, 1945-2014

With August 30, 2023 approaching, I decided to put together a brief memorial to a poet, editor and publisher who did so much for me, and for so many other poets, for so long.

She died on August 30th, 2014. She was 69, which seems to me now, at 63, a young age. 

Jennifer published three of my chapbooks, and we were working together on a fourth, even though she was ill at the time, online from a long distance because I was employed in the Far East of Russia.

A native of Bexley, Ohio, and before she began her career as poetry publisher, Jennifer was a teacher in Franklin County, Ohio. Throughout her life she was an activist, a proponent of social justice, opposed to the death penalty and in support of programs and causes that assisted the needy and homeless. 

In 1975, she helped a man named Jack Carmen who'd been convinced he should plead guilty to a murder he didn't commit. She formed the Justice For Jack Committee. Mr. Carmen was eventually tried and acquitted. 

Jennifer worked for Ohio State in that university's Agricultural Extension Service, and its Disaster Research Center. In Ohio, she became the director of Friends Of The Homeless, and she ran Pudding House Bed And Breakfast in Johnstown, Ohio, where she conducted writer's retreats and residencies.  

She's known for first using the term "Applied Poetry" which, as I understand it, defines an approach to a poetry as an art form that seeks to encapsulate and reflect the times we are living in. The here and now, so to speak. Poetry as populist art, reflecting social issues, though linguistically willing to challenge and go beyond the lyrics of popular music in any genre. 

I believe Jennifer, who saw the death of her son, Chris Groce, and her husband, Reverend James Bosveld, lived and worked as a champion of the underdog, of working class people, of those born with disabilities and in need of support and asistance. 

I believe she viewed poetry as an important component of our lives, a way to help us understand where we've been, who we are, and how we can heal. It should come as no surprise she was a fan of working class hero rock star The Boss, and even titled one of her books Love Poems And Other Messages For Bruce Springsteen



She was open to startling and yet grounded langauage and metaphor. If she liked any of my poems, in my opinion, it was because they were about someone or some thing or event. She stayed away from poets who tended toward the vague and a certain amount of navel-gazing. She liked humor and a touch of the surreal in poetry, as seen in the title of one of her chapbooks, published in 1986, Free With Purchase Of A Spaghetti Fork

She earned in 1996 an Ohio Arts Council Fellowship, which allowed her to expand and continue to develop Pudding House, the small press poetry publisher that she founded in 1982. She also earned the Pioneer Award from the National Association For Poetry Therapy, and a Governor's Award for her contributions to Ohio arts. 

What I enjoyed when working with Jennifer on chapbooks was her distinct lack of pretense. And her patience with me. She wasn't a poet taster or a dilletante. She ran her press with confidence; she wrote her poems, she published the poets she liked, and she mentored some of them. 

Her press, Pudding House, operated for 30 years, making it the largest independent poetry publisher of its time, bringing 2,000 titles into print. She also founded Redkitchen, a poetry troupe, the Salon workshop for poets, and the Rattlebox poetry series. 

Is there anyone today doing as much for poetry and poets as Jennifer did? 

She founded Pudding Magazine in 1980, and served as its editor. She founded the Greatest Hits archive for poets in 2000, in which poets from all over the country and from different walks of life were invted to choose twelve of their poems to be included in a chap along with an introduction. 

Her steady no-nonsense approach, her consistency and work ethic contributed, I think, to an important archive of voices from mid-century under-appreciated poets outside of mainstream and elite university circles. She ran workshops in venues all over the country, from the Rhino Workshop in Normal, Illinois, to the Indianapolis Writers Center, to the Sunset Poets in California. 



In her own words, applied poetry is "poetry applied to the times of our lives." This perspective inspired her to create workshops, residencies, readings series, and training programs, all of which emphasized poetry as a functional component of our daily lives. This was the opposite of anything I learned about poetry as a graduate student, or saw from poets on stage competing for the spotlight in slams, or heard from touted overly academic poets with degrees from Yale, Iowa or Harvard.

I remember thinking when Jennifer accepted my chapbook, A Dozen Lemons In Autotroplis, "She gets me. She sees what I'm trying to do." 

I imagine many poets felt that way when they recieved a letter of acceptance from her in the mail. It was a different time. 



To show how tireless an editor of anthologies that Jennifer was, I have listed some examples: 

Crude: Poems At The End of the Age Of Oil (2010)

Cap City Poets: Columbus & Central Ohio's Best Known, Read, and Requested Poets (2008)

Hunger Enough: Living Spiritually in a Consumer Society (2004)

Glass Works: Art Glass, Windows, Bottles, Marbles and Jars (2002)

Pocket Poetry Parenting Guide (2000)

Prayers to Protest: Poems That Center & Bless (1998)

Coffeehouse Poetry (1996)

The Pudding House Gang (2009)

Jazz Kills The Paperboy: Virtual Journalism Poems (2006)

Elastic Ekphrastic: Poetry on Art/ Poets On Tour in Galleries (2005)

From A Phone Booth In Paradise (2005)

The Magic Fish: Poems on an Edward Boccia Sketchbook (2003)

Fresh Water: Poems From Rivers, Lakes and Streams (2001)

The Unitarian Universalist Poets: A Contemporary American Survey (1996)

Here is a link to some of her books available from the Open Library online: https://openlibrary.org/authors/OL2975890A/Jennifer_Bosveld


Here's a link to Jennifer on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/360544.Jennifer_Bosveld




A Suitable Match, a new Basil Rosa story featured in The Bloomin' Onion

             Too cruel is life to those aged beyond their years. A sincere and humble thank you to editors Daniel Groves, and Leah Harter at...