The Sunday Poet: Tree Riesener

Tree Riesener

Tree Riesener is the author of  Sleepers Awake, a collection of fiction, winner of the Eludia Award (Sowilo Press), The Hubble Cantos (Aldrich Press), and EK (Cervena Barva Press). Angel Fever, a chapbook, has been published by Ravenna Press as part of their Triple series, Triple No. 5. Three previous chapbooks are Liminalog, Angel Poison and Inscapes. Her website is http://www.treeriesener.com.

peeping tom

I like to think about you

in heaven

I’m in the cold black night

under a window

behind me surf booms and crashes

my footsteps slowly fill with water

when I look

through the window

you’re in a warm bright room

nobody sees me looking in

I watch them welcome you

embrace you

the christmas tree

glowing in every color

eggnog in a chinese bowl

some sort of classical music

probably haydn or mozart

softly from a string quartet

everybody hangs on your words

as you tell your story

laughing

every once in a while

patting your hand

when you wipe away tears

I turn away

walk through drifting fog

down the dark road

to that little all-night bar

shaking with cold

I gulp down a strong coffee

with plenty of sugar

have a couple of drinks

to make sure

the coffee won’t keep me awake

then

in that warm room

after the hot drink and the whiskey

I cross my arms on the table

like school kids

when it’s time to rest

lay my head down

and fall asleep

thinking about you in heaven

New book out from the Endicott College/Ibbetson Street Press Young Poet Series.

Talented  Endicott College undergraduate Dan Calnan has a new book out from the Young Poet Series at Endicott College.

 “In this collection, Calnan writes with a wisdom and authority beyond his years. Ranging in tone from witty to profound, these poems all demonstrate his intelligence and affinity with words. He is a writer to watch.” — Elizabeth Winthrop, author of Fireworks, December, and The Mercy Seat.

to order a copy go to http://lulu.com/ibbetsonpress

Poets/ Artists Ponder 'Breath and Matter' Article by Doug Holder

( Left to Right) Jodi Colella, Chris Frost, Audrey Henderson, David Daniel, Jodi Colella, Julia Shepley

Poets/ Artists Ponder 'Breath and Matter'

Article by Doug Holder

I was pondering a question over my dark ale (with a hint of citrus) at the Remnant Brewery in the new Bow Market in Union Square. It was posed by the poet Robert Pinsky in the foreword of an anthology of poems about sculpture. He asked, “ What has art made of breath to do with art made of matter?” Well—six people joined me at my table to answer that question: Chris Frost—a Somerville-- based sculptor, David Daniel—former editor of Ploughshares magazine, as well as the head of Creative Writing at Fairleigh Dickinson University, Jodi Colella—a sculptor and a mixed-- media artist based in Somerville, Wendy Drexler, a noted poet, Julia Shepely –an artist and one of the founders of the Brickbottom Gallery in Somerville, MA., as well as poet Audrey Henderson -- the author of the collection “Air Stream.”

They were all here to discuss a project they are involved in that will appear at the Boston Sculptor's Gallery in Boston, starting July 18, 2018. The project is titled “ Breath and Matter.” On the website of the gallery it states that they, “... invited poets to partner with artists to create collaborative work combining both of their voices... twenty four pairs of sculptors and writers have taken up the challenges of this timeless question.” These artistic partners respond to each other. The sculptor interprets the words of the poet through concrete material such as silk, steel, bronze, rawhide, granite, wood, glass, etc...

Many distinguished poets will be included like for U.S. Poet Laureate Robert Pinsky, Boston Poet Laureate Danielle Legros Georges, Mary Bonina, and others.

Chris Frost and David Daniel talked about a notebook they are creating--a work still in progress. Frost has provided the illustrations and Daniel-- the poems. Daniel told me, " I hope we capture the process of collaboration. We have found poems easily lead to images."

Now...getting back to that daunting question. When I posed it to them, there were a lot of laughs. David Daniel piped in, “ Maybe I should text Robert.” But the most succinct comment I heard among the gaggle --in regards to why this project matters was, “To make what is intangible—tangible." So sculpture --in a sense-- will give poetry a tangible form.

Jodi Colella, (who I have had the privilege to interview years back) has paired her sculpture with Wendy Drexler's poetry. They both met by a twist of fate, and both came to realize their process is similar. They start their artistic exploration with intense observation as a way to get in the marrow of, or deep meaning of their subjects. So-of all things they turned to MOSS--which they feel shares many of the same traits as humans like: resilience, collaboration, as well as being opportunistic. So Colella created the sculpture  (seen below) and Drexler came up  the words to go with it.  Colella adorned the moss with piercing human eyes. The pair even developed a lesson plan for schools based on their collaboration.

Julia Shepley and poet Audrey Henderson have their work speak to each other. According to the Boston Sculpture Gallery website they  "...have identified common themes and concerns in their respective work: the significance of early memory as it relates to architecture and architecture as repository of meaning and emotion; the residual energy of inhabited space; and the significance of handcrafted objects as expressions of love and affection.  In the dynamic process of passing from one medium to the other, certain shared elements have intensified and accumulated layers of complexity and association."

Muse by Julia Shepley

This should be a unique exhibit at the Boston Sculpture Gallery  486 Harrison Ave, Boston.   For more information about the gallery and artists go to:  http://www.bostonsculptors.com/breath-matter-index

Daniel Shapiro / Child with a Swan's Wings

Poet Daniel Shapiro

 Daniel Shapiro

 Child with a Swan's Wings

Publisher: Dos Madres Press, Inc.

Illustration and Book Design: Elizabeth H. Murphy

Executive Editor: Robert J. Murphy

Cover Image: Shulamith Shapiro

Reviewer: Ari Alkalay Appel

Daniel Shapiro's poetry collection, Child with a Swan's Wings, is full of delectable little poems like "White Standard Poodle," “Almost Haiku,” "Arte Poética," and "Street of Chameleons," and darker, yet equally beautiful poems like "Providencia" and "Solitude" which come together to form a remarkable collection. As a whole, the volume masterfully portrays the author's relationship with language, with poetry, and with his content, which does not fall short of encapsulating the universe itself.

In connecting nature and animals with poetry, the author manages to create a sense wonder and amazement which extends to the way he organizes words on the page. Words sometimes curve away from one side of the page, then back toward the other in a cup shape, form a box around other words, or jump around like popcorn. The presence of words in places we do not expect to find them and their absence where we do expect them creates interesting interpretive possibilities. This is not completely original, but Shapiro's use of blank space is especially apt because has a mesmerizing effect.

The poems in this volume explore the infinite and the finite. Lines like, "My words are spokes / spinning to oblivion” invoke infinity, while others like “It's the body giggling, / telling you thank you / for the Chicken Vindaloo” use details to ground the poetry. Then there are lines I find exceptionally beautiful and evocative, like, "I too would emerge from an almond tree / to greet my lover, clasp my arms around his chest, / press his flat belly stippled with moss" and “Each word tactile—hairy or sweet— / will stand / like an obelisk....” Both the interplay between the natural world and the human in the first lines and the commentary on poetry itself in the second are easy to find more of in the volume.

Some of the poems are short while others span pages. The shortest poem, “Almost Haiku,” is only eight words, while the longest, the eponymous and multidimensional “Child With a Swan's Wings” is written across twelve pages, including bold headlines and words “spattered” across the page, to use the author's language. The brilliance of this poem is that it is about its own becoming. A few lines at the beginning state that a poem is born and the rest of the poem tracks its development, including its giving birth to another poem. The poem that we are reading unfolds insofar as the poem we are reading about is described. The poem reaches into infinity, “The poem rejects all designations. / Who says it's even a poem?” and comes back to its mooring, “Chameleon-horse / flick their tails and leap / volcanoes.” This poem is a reflection of the collection as a whole: self-reflexive, imaginative, and driven forward by a sense of amazement, almost as if from a child's perspective.

As an overall collection, Daniel Shapiro has written a work that clearly comes from an experienced poet. It is worth the read not just for its commentary on poetry and language but also for the pleasure that its poems yield. If you are looking for a fresh and exciting collection, buy a copy of Child with a Swan's Wings.

Somerville Artist Marilyn Ranker: An Artist Who Pushes Against Boundaries

Somerville Artist Marilyn Ranker: An Artist Who Pushes Against Boundaries

By Doug Holder

Marilyn Ranker traversed the shoals of the Bloc 11 Cafe to the inner sanctum-- my usual perch in the back of the said eatery in Union Square. I was munching on a bagel—a plain one—though longing for my multigrain -- the very one the store assured me would have a second coming—as soon as it “rises.” Ranker is a thin woman, with refined features and an engaging smile. She had come to my table to talk about her life and work as an accomplished artist.

Ranker has a studio at 57 Central St., across from the Somerville Museum. And with the rapidly gentrifying city, and the hunger of developers of “luxury” condos, she is glad to have an affordable space. Many artists that I have interviewed have been worried about displacement, or have been displaced. Ranker told me, “You have to move out as far as Roxbury to find something that is affordable.

Ranker—who is originally from Pittsburgh, now lives in Cambridge. She was once part of the academy-- on tenure track at Dartmouth. When that hit the skids, she had to look elsewhere for steady work. For years she has held a steady job as a suit salesman at a high-end department store to make the daily nut and feed her art.

Ranker has been trained in sculpture, ceramics and drawing. She said she often uses her drawings on her sculpture. She works with a variety of materials, like: wood, cloth, wire, copper, etc... She often paints with gouache—a water-based pigment.

Ranker describes her work as pushing boundaries. She reflected, “ I often use skeletal systems that uphold a compressed form. There is always a tension in the elements of my work.”

One copper and wood piece titled, “ Emotional Entanglement and Mental Restraints” has copper elements that are folded—emerging from a wood structure. The copper chains weave around the wood foundation. One can clearly see the metaphor the piece evokes.
 

Ranker told me that she exhibits her work at the studio 314 at 450 Harrison Ave. in Boston. You should visit Ranker there— because the first Friday of each month—  her gallery and many of the commercial galleries open their doors to the public.

To view Ranker's artwork go to:  http://marilynranker.org

The Sunday Poet: Heather Nelson

 

Poet Heather Nelson

 Heather Nelson is a poet, teacher, mother and recovering attorney based in Cambridge, Massachusetts. She studied writing under the poet C.D. Wright as an undergraduate at Brown University. Most recently she studied poetry with Tom Daley and Barbara Helfgott Hyett. Heather is also a member of Poemworks, the workshop for publishing poets. Her work has been published in Main Street Rag, The Somerville Times, Constellations, Ekphrastic and The Compassion Anthology.

Resilience

On the slim wooden shaft of the women’s room key is a query, in black Sharpie.  Do you identify as female? Literal me, I take all questions seriously, I examine the evidence.  The swelling prow of my chest as I thread my way between the coffee shop tables certainly broadcasts a woman’s body. As I resume my scone, I look out across the tables at all the other solitudes. Is what they see female?  I’m not looking at myself most of the time. I’m not shopping, I’m not dieting, I’m not waxing. I’m not waiting to be asked. I’m feeding my hunger. I live in this soft and solid house, we’re incorporated, this body and I.  I’m 49 and full of questions and desire. As we age, does sex fade or intensify? If my gender’s fluid, could it overflow and lap at the feet of the beautiful barista boys? That would be hot, but it wouldn’t be pretty. Everyone likes to look, but no one really wants to be touched.   Midlife is a second childhood, equally turbulent, but less endearing. If we’re flirting, it’s with ourselves, stretching in front of our mirror.

Resilience means:

opening a mental door,

keeping it ajar.