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 CafĂ© 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




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 sure like to know how her life became so difficult. 

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

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

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 love letter and elegy, octogernarian widower James Robert Bradner recounts daily life during a single harvest season on a family farm in Macon County, North Carolina. 

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 stories from the parishioners of his church, Glad Tidings, in the fictional city of Belinda. 

Find the E-novel here at Barnes and Noble UK:https://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Basil%20Rosa

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

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

At Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/1408887 

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 15, he found his father frozen to death in his car during a blizzard.

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 are 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."

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

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

At 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 to places ancient and new.  

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At Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1373856

At OverDrive: https://www.overdrive.com/media/9760900/anglepoised-with-aura


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 one example:

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

When August 30, 2023 approached, 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




Friday, August 25, 2023

Unheard Scream, John Flynn's First Chapbook Of Poems



This first chapbook I ever published came out in 2003. Good luck finding a paper copy. I searched a long time before digging up this example to scan its cover image. I believe 50 copies were printed. In those days at readings, I often gave the little chap away. I was happy to do so.

Here's one from the collection that would later be accepted for publication in Interpoezia.  

authentick

 

in an aggressive urge to disappear

into mundane prosperity

your town now looks like all the other towns

and on thanksgiving day you drive your niece

to find deer along the old back roads

only to learn the fields of corn are now lawns

and the deer, like the lawn jockeys, are ceramic

 

what startles is your disappointment

you are gloomy and silent

in front of your innocent niece

and later as you watch your family sleep

away the excessive holiday meal

you suspect you’re not alone

doubting the audacity of change

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