Saturday, November 24, 2018

An Evening at the Grolier… Featuring Poet TINO VILLANUEVA, Reading from So Spoke Penelope, published by the GROLIER POETRY PRESS

Tino  Villanueva (Left) with Doug Holder at Endicott College

An Evening at the Grolier
Featuring Poet TINO VILLANUEVA, Reading from So Spoke Penelope, 
published by the GROLIER POETRY PRESS 
Grolier Poetry Book Shop
6 Plympton Street, Cambridge, MA 02138

We have an exciting night planned, Our gathering, which features poet Tino Villanueva, reading from his Grolier Poetry Press book So Spoke Penelope, is a night that honors our legacy of bringing poets and those who love poetry together, from 1927 to present, so as to explore ideas and experience the power of poetry's unifying voice to connect us ever more deeply. So Spoke Penelope has been translated into Spanish and Italian, with Greek and French translations underway. Maria Azucena Lopez Cobo will read excerpts from the Spanish translation. Livia Meneghin will read excerpts from the Italian translation.  

A RECEPTION WILL FOLLOW with Italian and Spanish food, Prosecco and fine wines, and dessert. 


About So Spoke Penelope
"...For what we have in So Spoke Penelope is a work many years in the making, a work indicative of a hard-won recognition on the poet's part, (as Werner Sollors has put it) that 'the whole range of human experience is contained in Penelope at Ithaca' ...With wisdom and an adept style, Villanueva has managed in this work to negotiate his way through the many polarities that bedevil us–– male vs. female, West vs. non-West, old times vs. new times."
-Ifeanyi Menkiti, Editor, Grolier Poetry Series & Director, The Grolier Poetry Foundation and Forums Trust

About the Author, Tino Villanueva
Tino Villanueva is the author of seven books of poetry, including Scene from the Movie GIANT (1993), which won a 1994 American Book Award. Six of his poems appear in The Norton Anthology of Latino Literature (2011). His latest, So Spoke Penelope (2013), has been translated into Italian and Spanish. One of his ekphrastic poems appears in the March 2016 issue of Poetry magazine. He recently retired from Boston University.

Join us–celebrate our legacy–and support us as we move from our 90th into our 100th year…and beyond. 
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An Evening to Honor the History and the Legacy of the Grolier
Take a step off Plympton Street, walk through the doors of our Book Shop, and into the rich cultural world of the Grolier. The Grolier has been a home to poets and those who love poetry for almost a century. The walls of the Grolier are lined with photographs of our friends, and of poets who have read with us when we first opened in 1927, through the present. The legacy of all the poets who have read here is palpable–the Grolier is a magical place, a place where poets past and present meet.

Join us–celebrate our legacy–and support us as we move from our 90th into our 100th year…and beyond. 
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The Sunday Poet: Julia Carlson

Julia Carlson

Julia Carlson received her BA (Philosophy) and MA (Social Work ) from Boston University, and a Diploma in Linguistics (Universite de Toulouse-Mirail, France). She is author of two chapbooks, Turn of the Century (Cloudkeeper Press, 2008 ) and Drift (March Hare Press, 2012). Her recent collection, Prayer for the Misbegotten was published by Oddball Press in 2017; her next collection will be out in 2019. Her poems have been published in Lyrical Somerville, Wilderness House Literary Review, Bagel Bards Anthologies (& was Editor of #5), and Muddy River Poetry Review. She is the recipient of a Davis-Kidd Poetry Award and the 2017 Poetrykit Summer Competition (UK). She makes her home in Cambridge, MA, likes rock and roll, and a wee dram on a cold night.


Mom just lost her job 
but no one knows that 
about that 

Millennial son still lives at home 
not paying any rent 
strung out on dope 
but no one knows 

Dad is screwing his new secretary 
but only he knows it 
He’ll be damned if  
the wife finds out.   
But she doesn’t know 

Outside, rain falls steady and wet. 
Fourteen year old daughter’s 
new boyfriend is thirty 
but the parents don’t  
knows about him 

Thank God for the radio 
blasting some unnamed punk tune 
Three bar refrain and heavy bass 
thumps as she dances in the kitchen. 
No one’s told her to  
turn it down. 

Soon it will be time  
for dinner, Domino’s take-out. 
They’ll sit in front of the TV 
light up their cell phones 
stare at the blue-lit screens 
while they text and eat the pizza.  
Which hasn’t gotten cold 

Sunday, November 18, 2018

The Sunday Poet: Bridget Seley Galway

Bridget Seley Galway

Bridget Seley- Galway artist/poet received a Chancellor Artistic Achievement award full merit scholarship at Umass Amherst; earned BFA’s in painting and Art Education. Her poems have been published in Provincetown Magazine’s Poetry Corner, Bagels with the Bards anthologies, Popt Art magazine, The Somerville Times Lyrical, Wilderness House Literary Review online magazine, Soul-Lit online poetry journal, and Ibbetson Press, and Poetry Porch online magazine. Her art has exhibited throughout New England. It has been reviewed and printed in Artist Magazine, Cape Cod Review, Cape Arts Magazine, and Emerson’s Redivider. Her paintings were selected to be on the covers of Bagel with Bards Anthology, several issues of Ibbetson Press, and on the cover of Doug Holder’s “Eating Grief at 3 AM”, and Molly Lynn Watt’s “ On the Wings of Song, A journey into the Civil Rights Era”.

Between You and Me

The throw rug lay in waves
from the in and out of our steps.
Our routine rarely counted
with any conscious thought,
in the depth of what we are-
in this place we created,
which was once bare and full of light.

Now remnants of our separate history
echo through collected and gifted objects,
books read or dog-eared.

The illusion of permanence comforts,
also defines what can be and is lost
in every moment.

When we quietly settle
in our separate observation,
we are together- and
 I aspire to keep
in the measurement of words written down;
an account lasting,
past the throw rug’s waves
from the in and out of our steps,
Into the bare and full of light.