Poetry

Heads on the Chopping Block

Heads on the Chopping Block
By Kit-Bacon Gressitt

Donald Trump, Brett Kavanaugh, Mitch McConnell, Chuck Grassley, Lindsey Graham and all other D.C. misogynists:

Beware.

You think Medusa was a monster?

Politics hath no fury

like a sexual assault survivor scorned

mocked, belittled, lied about,

ignored.

Our rage is beautiful and terrifying.

Our votes will turn you

not to stone

but to rubble.

 

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A GOTV note from K-B: If you don't like what's happening in our country, let your voice be heard—at the polls. The midterm elections are Tuesday 06 November.

Your vote does count, particularly this year. It's OK to be sorrowful, angry, frustrated, enraged, but don't let that stop you from voting. Today, casting your vote is a dire responsibility.

If you're not registered, or not sure, the deadline in some states is soon, but you can look up your...

Oh Brother

Oh Brother
 

By Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel

b. 1918, d. 2007

  Poet's note: Poetry waits for no man, woman or bird in a tree, such as one outside my window now.  

Let him talk, Lottie always says. Talk is cheap as long as he's got breath, and so far, Deke has got plenty of that. He's my own full brother. I reckon he's a lot like me, but his imagination runs high. Me, I don't really have no imagination, When Deke starts spouting that poetic stuff, I get a real stomach ache.

You take last night. He drifted in here when I was almost ready for bed. He was higher than a kite, but he don't drink, never did, wouldn't take drugs if someone shot him.

What he...

Readings from the San Diego Poetry Annual 2015-2016

Readings from the San Diego Poetry Annual 2015-2016
Preceded by open mic for original poetry and prose

Date: Tuesday, August 9, from 6:00 to 7:30 p.m.

Location: Fallbrook Library, 124 S Mission, Fallbrook

The San Diego Poetry Annual, published by Garden Oak Press, contains the work of poets from throughout the San Diego County region and beyond. The Annual includes two volumes: one bilingual Spanish-English volume, and one of poetry in English.

The new edition includes an eclectic group of poets, including our first Latino U.S. Poet Laureate, Juan Felipe Herrera, who was raised in Escondido.

 

Enjoy a sample poem from the collection: Home Office By Tom Somers My raucous rooster's crow in twilight gray drives away the night's refreshing sleep. Waves rush in and wash my dreams away tops foaming with commands I cannot keep: Trade your soul, your peace, your all for cash! By duty called I...

Writers Read Presents Vibiana Aparicio-Chamberlin

Writers Read Presents Vibiana Aparicio-Chamberlin
Discussing Mi Amor on May 10, 2016

 

Preceded by open mic for original poetry and prose

Date: Tuesday, May 10, from 6:00 to 7:30 p.m. Location: Fallbrook Library, 124 S Mission, Fallbrook

 

Author, artist and gifted storyteller Vibiana Aparicio-Chamberlin will share excerpts from her poetic memoir, Mi Amor, illustrated with her visual art. She will also share the flavors and aromas reflected in her writing.

Vibiana's prose and poetry have appeared in Dismantle of VONA, Voices of our Nation; Heart Song Food Memories; Los Angeles County Latino Heritage Calendar; Flor Y Canto Literary Festival, USC; Inscape Literary Magazine of Pasadena City College; the City of Altadena's Poetry Anthology, 2011-15; dandelion breeze and apology of wildflowers, Southern California Haiku Study Group Anthology 2013-14; The San Gabriel Valley Poetry...

Writers Read Presents Norman Fischer

Writers Read Presents Norman Fischer
  NOTE SPECIAL READING DATE and LOCATION:  Saturday, March 5, 2016, from 4 to 5:30 Café des Artistes Norman Fischer, poet and essayist reading from and discussing Magnolias All At Once, poetry Experience: Thinking, Writing, Language & Religion, essays  

Date:  Saturday, March 5, from 4 to 5:30 p.m.

Location:  Café des Artistes,103 S Main Ave, Fallbrook, enter from the rear parking lot off Alvarado Street

Norman Fischer is a prolific poet and essayist, and Zen Buddhist priest and teacher from the San Francisco Bay Area.  A graduate of the University of Iowa Writer’s Workshop, he was associated with the lively Bay Area avant-garde poetry scene in the late 1970s, and has continued to write and publish steadily since then.

His latest poetry collections are  Magnolias All At Once (Singing Horse Press, 2015), Escape This Crazy Life...

Writers Read Presents, on February 9, 2016

Writers Read Presents, on February 9, 2016
Poet and Novelist Jon Wesick  Reading and discussing Poetry: Words of Power, Dances of Freedom Novels: Hunger for Annihilation and Yellow Lines      

 



 

 

Preceded by open mic for original poetry and prose

Date: Tuesday, February 9, from 5:30 to 7:30 p.m. Location: Fallbrook Library, 124 S Mission, Fallbrook, 760-731-4650

 

 

Host of the Gelato Poetry Series in San Diego, author of the poetry collection Words of Power, Dances of Freedom and two novels, Hunger for Annihilation and Yellow Lines, Jon Wesick has published over three hundred poems in journals such as the Atlanta Review, Pearl and Slipstream. An editor of the San Diego Poetry Annual, he has also published nearly a hundred short stories, one of which was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. One of his poems won second place in the 2007 African American Writers...

Writers Read at Fallbrook Library Presents

Writers Read at Fallbrook Library Presents
Poet Steve McDonald Discussing his new collection Golden Fish / Dark Pond Preceded by open mic for original poetry and prose

Date: Tuesday, September 8, from 6 to 7:30 p.m. Location: Fallbrook Library, 124 S Mission, Fallbrook, 760-731-4650

 

Steve McDonald writes tender poetry for the seasoned and the uninitiated reader. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Nimrod, The Atlanta Review, RATTLE, The Crab Creek Review, The Paterson Literary Review, Spillway, Blue Unicorn, The Sow’s Ear Poetry Review, and The Cresset.

His new chapbook, Golden Fish / Dark Pond, took first place in The Comstock Review's 2014 chapbook awards.  His other awards include third place in the Beyond Baroque poetry awards, finalist and semifinalist respectively in the 2014 Tiferet and Nimrod poetry awards, and inclusion in the anthology Best New  Poets...

She

She
untubes herself auburn oily and pastel a promised land, full of milk and honey more vibrant than Georgia O’Keeffe smooth & naked canvas her texture is sinuous anxious for exploration by fingers sculpting strokes supple as breath brush her indefinable unruly as soft curls refusing to be seen as only primary color I attempt to collage her as though SHE were a perfect magazine naughty pages at every turn SHE opens so so soft not like a Rubens chanteuse hung inside museum gray untamable as the wind this unframe-able creature SHE will name her portrait provocative as misogynists restless to finger paint themselves inside the confines of her woman SHE creates renaissance more like morning and blue chisels the night bronze I can’t hold all of her nor would a Goddess ever surrender like hued men cascading their red as flags of accomplishment her living is deity a body full of eyes SHE untubes herself prism, kaleidoscope like the promised land SHE is sun...

Her Body Betrays Her

Her Body Betrays Her
By Penny Perry



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The hand of the man who shoved her son against a wall, still sets wild fires up her spine.

She hates his words, yet hungers for his tongue.

She prays: Take this longing from my lips, rip nerve ends from my buzzing fingers.

Make my crotch as dry as last night’s chicken bones.

Make my shoulders a shelter for my son.

Make my nipples yearn only for the new baby’s mouth.

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About Penny Perry

Penny Perry is a six-time Pushcart Prize nominee in poetry and fiction. Her work has appeared in California Quarterly, Lilith, Redbook, Earth's Daughter, the Paterson Literary Review and the San Diego Poetry Annual.

Her first collection of poems, Santa Monica Disposal & Salvage (Garden Oak Press, 2012) earned praise from Marge Piercy, Steve Kowit, Diane Wakoski and Maria Mazziotti Gillan.

She writes under two names,...

Writers Read at Fallbrook Library Presents

Writers Read at Fallbrook Library Presents
  A Celebration of National Poetry Month Dedicated to the Life of Fallbrook High Student Taylor Alesana

And Featuring:   Shy But Flyy Kari Hawkey and Conney Williams Preceded by open mic for original poetry and prose

Date: Tuesday, April 14, from 6 to 7:30 p.m.

Location: Fallbrook Library, 124 S Mission, Fallbrook, 760-731-4650

Bring your favorite poem or flash prose to share during open mic, and then be wowed by our featured poets—each with a wonderful and distinct way with words.

Shy But Flyy is a Texas born, and now Long Beach-based, singer-poet. She is best known for her performances with strictly percussion and vocals. Shy collaborates with many bands including LBPOD, which consists of percussion, spoken-word and song.

Along with her singing, Shy hosts many open mics in Long Beach, including Griot Café, at Shades of Afrika, and Xpressions, and...

Writers Read at Fallbrook Library Presents

Women in Words: Readings by, for and about women An all-open mic celebration of Women's History Month Date: Tuesday, March 10, from 6 to 7:30 p.m.

Location: Fallbrook Library, 124 S Mission, Fallbrook, 760-731-4650

Join us for an all-open mic reading, a celebration of Women in Words.

Bring your favorite writing—original or by another writer—by, for or about women throughout history, recent or long past. Share poetry, fiction or creative nonfiction.

And, if you're up for a challenge, take the Women's History Month Quiz here.

For more information about Writers Read,  contact K-B Gressitt at kbgressitt@gmail.com or 760-522-1064.

Why I Think This World Should End by Prince Ea

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Letter From My Mother

Letter From My Mother
By Penny Perry

Daughter, my dying, leaving when you were only 16, turned you wild. (Yes, in new jeans, we once planted a perfect English garden behind a picket fence.)

Dirt in your fingernails, ragged straw hat, waist deep in cattails, you coax orchids from desert soil. When the hawk, guarding its young, swooped down knocking the hat from your un-brushed hair, digging its talons into curls I once combed with my fingers, I would have ducked as you first did.

But would I have then, startled, and still shaking, straightened myself and saluted the red tail streaking to the safety of the wire?

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About Penny Perry



A three time Pushcart nominee, twice for poetry and once for fiction, my stories and poems have been widely published in literary magazines. Fiction Daily tagged my short story "Haunting the Alley," published online in Literary Mama in August 2011.

My first collection of poetry, Santa...

Go as one

Go as one
By Scott Gressitt How is it that we walk alone and feel the void of solitude yet buy into the voice that says it's fine for me to go as one?

I go as one. I go and go. and then I meet another one and for a season go as two until the leaves fall. Back to one

There's comfort in the walk as one. I call the shots, I drive the day. No other tells me what to do or ever tries to fetter me.

Yet sitting in my hot tub I alone as usual, dripping wet, stare at the stars and think of how your skin might feel just next to me.

It feels so good when you are there. I can't forget the slippery joy. You slip and slide beside me, soft. You are a girl....

Two White Moths

Two White Moths
By Penny Perry

    after Cecilia Wolloch

              for my cousin, Wendy

I’m sitting in our past in the little add on room. Grandpa and his friends up the three short stairs in the kitchen, drinking tea, playing pinochle.

Two girls in light cotton, reprimanded for some small wrong. I crayoned your Kodak face purple. You pinched my pale, plump skin. We are on our backs, counting knots in the pine ceiling. Eugenia berries heavy at the window.

Our own white-haired Old Testament God, Grandpa, pronounced us evil and we believed. In his sonorous voice he told us above knotty pine, there is only sky, some arresting constellations, Orion, the Pleiades. No heaven for your mother, already lost, he said, or mine soon to fly away.

You tug my hair. I kick your knee. Two white moths fly in the window. The whir of their wings a mother’s lullaby. The moths find our lamp. Bodies soft as Q-tips, one alights in...

Endless Summer Nights

Endless Summer Nights
 

By Scott Gressitt

Your eyes were closed, I touched your hair I breathed you in and held you close. My sheets, still potent with your scent and all is damp.            We leave a trail.

The puzzles that we humans solve are rife with wobbly, complex curves. complicated by our filters, always needing some repair.

I don’t know enough about you. Dare I risk my resource bank? You could walk off with my heart. I could walk off with your soul.

Yet the months tick by and we enjoy the moments that we share. We could call the whole thing off avoid the hurt that comes with care

But just for now I lay you down and take you to the pastures where no thoughts of pain or sorrow draw. Be still and let me ravish...

501 Valley Drive

501 Valley Drive
By Penny Perry for John

Chaste in our pajamas, we held each other in that knotty pine bedroom until our wedding in TJ.

Back in our bungalow on Valley Drive, after vows. Me, slipping out of my wool dress. Your skin, smelling of salt water and lime cologne, saving me.

Morning coffee, your Marlboros. Palm tree in a lumpy patio. We sat under the rusted umbrella. Your dark blue eyes matching the cotton of your shirt, the dark blue ink of your pen in your long tan fingers filling out the racing forms.

Horses galloping us out of our future

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About Penny Perry

A three time Pushcart nominee, twice for poetry and once for fiction, my stories and poems have been widely published in literary magazines. Fiction Daily tagged my short story “Haunting the Alley,” published online in Literary Mama in August 2011.

My first collection of...

The Hayes Street Bus

The Hayes Street Bus
 

By Penny Perry

 

Next to me, a woman with bok choy.

Out the window, the clang of rush hour.

Cable cars. Little fires burn and die on wires overhead.

One pink hibiscus streak in a darkening sky.

Tall houses and shops hunch in overcoats of fog.

A pot of geraniums on a stoop.

Three stone steps lead to my son’s flat. A light in the bay window.

The Hayes Street bus tilts up the hill,

carries me to the dark hump of the park.

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About Penny Perry

A three time Pushcart nominee, twice for poetry and once for fiction, my stories and poems have been widely published in literary magazines. Fiction Daily tagged my short story “Haunting the Alley,” published online in Literary Mama in August 2011.

My first collection of poetry, Santa Monica Disposal & Salvage, was published in 2012 by Garden Oak Press. The collection earned...

April 8, 2014, Writers Read at Fallbrook Library Presents

April 8, 2014, Writers Read at Fallbrook Library Presents
A celebration of National Poetry Month Featuring: Stacy Dyson Penny Perry Conney Williams Date: Tuesday, April 8, from 6 to 7:30 p.m.

Location: Fallbrook Library, 124 S Mission, Fallbrook, 760-731-4650

Bring your favorite poem or flash prose to share during open mic, and then be wowed by our featured poets—each with a wonderful and distinct way with words.

Poets will have their collections available for purchase and signing.

Learn about our featured poets:

Stacy Dyson                                     Penny Perry                                               Conney Williams

For more information about Writers Read, contact K-B Gressitt at kbgressitt@gmail.com or 760-522-1064.

How You Began

How You Began
By Penny Perry After Dawson Young for Danny The front of the year. Your father and I. A soft night in a little back house on Raymond.

Neighbor children, Susie, Karen, Steve safe in bed for the night.

A love song in Spanish from the cottage across the street. Enrique’s cigarette glowing under the avocado tree.

Love, ripe like the oranges, lanterns in the trees. You were made in Ocean Park at the beginning of the year.

The sea, a skein of gold five city blocks away under a full moon.

The trolley with lights and bells trundling up the boardwalk.

Women in babushkas, men in prayer shawls. Bonfires on the beach.

Ukuleles and bongos. Poets and junkies seeing magic in the flames.

You began in the bedroom with the slanted roof. Yellow oxalis blooming wild at our door.

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About Penny Perry: A three time Pushcart nominee, twice for poetry and once for fiction, my stories...