Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Dial Tone

Dial Tone

Years ago, the wall phone's cord 
used to twirl like a piglet's tail, 
round our conversations, round 
my finger when you spoke to me. 

I would wrap my index  
six or seven loops deep inside 
that long black ringlet, and unravel
every line you delivered,

all while my other hand pulled 
against the curl,  against 
the snaked coil, tightened
words round my pointer, 

round the receiver, round 
and round each letter I worked 
to picture. I could never see 
your lips, your bottom incisor 

bite of the tongue.  I am still 
stuck to the kitchen wall 
like the toaster igniting the crumbs 
of a timed conversation.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Happy Hour - a poem

Happy Hour

Simmer all indecent
intentions into
a delectable chocolate
fondue sauce, sit
round a round table,
point a freshly dipped
graham cracker poker
at a debated gathering
of disagreeable people
and wait.

It drips.

Share the momet
of salivation.  Tingling
wet well below the tongue
that sticks, flicks, mimics
kicks best when anyone
is down.  Recognize that pure
time before taste;
understand the communication
of urges:  prickling
salivary glands,
burning urinary tracts,
petrified mammaries,
your own cough, her hiccup
before we sneeze
away from agreement
to merely consume

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

It's always semantics

It's always semantics
I traveled thirty nots today.  
In eight hours I knotted my stomach
felt the all too familiar knots in my knees, 
when I said, not a penny more, 
not a moment more of me.
I will not drive, feed, or enable you 
until tomorrow
until the wind picks up, until my bow
rights (or wrongs)  and these sails
fill with the strength of your convictions,
your addictions. 

Forty knots could be 
a breeze tomorrow. 

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Harp - Fun - Harp

The Chanterelle Inn

Chanterelle Inn and Cottages, Cabot Trail, Cape Breton, Nova Scotia

I played a harp crafted by Otis A. Tomas
a Cape Breton luthier. 

The six course dinner was prepared by the Taste of Nova Scotia

and author of The Bite House Blog

I am so grateful to have been able to play such a gorgeous instrument 
between courses.  No chance I was missing a scrap of that meal!

I do also have a bit of fun between gigs - particularly in lovely places like Cape Breton's
Cabot Trail.

But on sunny afternoons such as today - I realize what a lovely life I lead,
even while at work - on the beach at Congress Hall

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Two More Articles in Echoes of LBI

Read my new work - A review: 

Kings Park: Stories from an American Mental Institution

and the short feature: Deliverance on page 24.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Harpist goes High Tech.



thank you

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Congress Hall Invited Their Wedding Couples to Lunch
They sampled fine fare, and previewed table settings and flowers.

and for dessert:

Congress Hall's pastry chef created 
a visual feast 

When I was finished pulling my strings
and covered my harp

They maitre d offered me a dish

Every morsel was delectable!

Congress Hall takes such good care of its Harpist

Thank you Congress Hall of Cape May NJ

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Bridal Shows at the beach

Congress Hall Weddings - 

Last week I played a bridal showcase at Congress Hall.
Weddings there are magical.

On April 22 - I play the Wedding Road Show

This year I will be at the Surf City Yacht Club
Come out and hear me play.
or visit my website:

Sunday, March 18, 2012


I feel empty every morning,
keep looking for pieces 
of myself 
under passing busses:  
Commuter lines 
and luxury tours,
the handicap mini parked
outside social security.

Somewhere is my leg-up
a beautifully formed potential
calved in prudish loincloth. 

I never counted 
how many tires spin 
in tandem under
the chassis, or considered 
whether they would be 
the trap or just the cage. 
I'd like to imagine I 
have been gifted a low lying
fort  with great advantage.

Tomorrow I climb out of bed - 
the sniper.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Retaining Wall

Pieces of the house
jagged lumber, rusty 
nails, crumbling over 
underlayment, the damp, 
the dank, the rot pulled 
away, carted away,
weighed,  paid,  left 
to fill land far away.

Victims rebuild after 
storms, measure the damage, 
estimate the cost. I wait 
for the adjuster to write it all 
down:  The mimicry behind 
the remains of our home.

You and I are too much weather
that needs to blow through
before we can make eye contact, 
never earlier than any next 
cock crow.  I check my house 
like a mirror in the morning.  

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

salt air and the solstice - a sure cure for writer's block

Well Read

I am musty

he a first edition

velum antebellum,

parchment, leather.

We have read

each other biblically:

calm psalms, an exodus

a revelation.

From browsed,fingered,

and borrowed to archived,

and shelved, our spines

are rarely cracked anymore.

That raucous rachis not even

preserved in the afterword.

Something in the smell of an old book:

the glue, the ink, the acid from a lover's

hands. A fragrance passed on to infuriate,

infest, indulge: sticky to the last

page. I can rest between

the covers of this story

heavy like a brick in my hand.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Working in the Shadows author Gabriel Thompson visits The Richard Stockton College of NJ

My 11:20 Rhetoric and Composition class met Gabriel Thompson, the author of one of their assigned novels . This is the second semester that I have included his book, Working in the Shadows, in my syllabus. During the winter break I emailed Gabriel to see if maybe he would be interested in making the journey down the GSP from NYC to speak to my class. I was thrilled when he promptly wrote back.
Hi Rosemarie,

Definitely intrigued! I'm relocating to California in May, so wonder about doing something before then, perhaps in early April? I wonder if the school could pay for travel? I don't own a car and so would buy train ticket I assume, and would be great if school could cover that.

Let me know!

What luck to catch him before he leaves for California! I thought.

After several back and forth notes and the basic red-tape forms from the college, which agreed to pay him a stipend, we settled on March 21. Well that was yesterday, and Gabriel enthralled a room full of normally sleepy, distracted, fidgeting undergrads. He sat comfortably at the front table and spoke to the 35 plus students in attendance as if they were sharing a meal while swapping stories. He had an innate sensitivity to the group, stopping here and there to answer questions. Good questions! As the "teacher on the sidelines" I enjoyed an unusual perspective and left class that day with a bit more bounce in my step. Too many times I think we teachers misread our students' faces as lackluster, bored, disinterested, puzzled, impatient. Yesterday I was able to interpret those same faces as intent, processing, weighing, connecting.

To my colleagues: I highly recommend adding flesh and blood author time to your curriculum.
To Gabriel: Thank you for taking the time to inspire my class.
To my class: Take that inspiration and continue to add to it! Keep reading!!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Kevin's in Cookie Heaven

This winter I have hit the oven, not in anger or in Sylvia despair. I am baking my way through January and enjoying the delectable outcomes as well as the residual heat. Generally with baking the rule is to be scientific; follow the directions verbatim, blah blah blah! I did that once or twice with excellent cookie recipes from Cooks. The cookies were delicious, maybe a tad too sweet, or not quite as healthy as I need my yummy treats to be. So I have reverted to my old cooking habits of substituting, modifying or adding to every recipe and I have come up with some luscious results. So in lieu of the poems I should be writing and posting, here is the first of a few tried (and truly eaten) cookie "directions."

Many banana cookie recipes yield "mini banana bread" textured cookies. The following cookie "directions", however, are chewy when cooled . AND the aroma from the moment the banana gets mashed and melts into the deep notes of dark chocolate fills the kitchen with sweet desirous smiles. Enjoy!


1/2 cup pastry flour
1/2 cup whole wheat pastry flour

1/2 cup almond meal
1 tsp. kosher salt
1/2 tsp. baking soda
3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter, at room temperature
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup (packed) light brown sugar
1 large egg
1 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract
1/2 cup mashed ripe banana (about 1 large)
1 cup old-fashioned rolled oats
8 ounces semisweet chocolate chips
1/2 cup coarsely chopped pecans

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Line baking sheets with parchment paper

2. Whisk together flours, salt and baking soda in a medium bowl.

3. In a large bowl, beat butter and sugars with an electric hand mixer; mix on medium speed until pale and fluffy. Reduce speed to low and add egg & vanilla; mix until combined. Mix in banana. Add flour mixture; mix just until combined. Stir in oats, chocolate chips and walnuts.

4. Drop dough by heaping Tablespoonful onto prepared baking sheets , spacing about 2 inches apart. Bake cookies until golden brown and just set, 12 to 13 minutes. Let cool on sheets on wire racks 5 minutes. Transfer cookies to wire racks; let cool completely.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Amergael's Irish Arts Day

Irish Arts Day Sat, Feb 26-
11:00 to 4:00 at Maris Stella in Harvey Cedars, LBI

I'll be harping sometime around 1 and Kevin will be
piping just after. Come have some soda bread and tap your feet
to our jigs and reels.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Poetry Reading At the Williams Center - June 2

William Carlos Williams Poetry Cooperative of Southern Bergen County presents:

This program is held at the Williams Center for the Arts,

One Williams Plaza, Rutherford NJ

Call the Rutherford Public Library at 201.939.8600 for more information.

Poetry in Rutherford

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

7:00 PM


Rosemarie S. Sprouls and

Michael O’Brien

Plus the words of William Carlos Williams

& open readings from the floor

Rosemarie Sonye Sprouls teaches writing at Richard Stockton College in

Pomona New Jersey, and performs as a celtic harpist around the metropolitan

area. She has an MFA from Brooklyn College and is the author of the

chapbook *More Possum than Turtle*, published by Big Table Publishing,

Boston. Her poems have appeared in anthologies and journals such as The

Red Wheel Barrow Anthology, South Jersey Underground, Identity Theory,

Stockpot, Lips, Muse Pie, Bear Swamp Road, ReWrites, The Little Magazine,

Junction, and Lunch.

Michael O’Brien was born in Decatur, IL, went to local schools and earned a

Ph.D. from the University of Illinois. He is a professor of English in the

Petrocelli College of Fairleigh Dickinson University, Hackensack, NJ. His

poems and reviews have appeared in The Literary Review, Lunch, Muse-Pie

Press, Poet, Lips, Context South and numerous other journals. Mike has read

poetry throughout New Jersey and was featured at the William Carlos Williams

Center in Rutherford and at the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival, The

Village of Waterloo.

Mike’s first book of poetry, Absence Implies Presence, is the result of years of

disciplined effort. His work examines the condition of man, starting from when

our ancestors' gestural language turned into spoken, and then written,

communication. O'Brien's work is wise and thoughtful, concentrating on the

human condition in our own epoch, between the first speaker of the language

and the last. He currently lives in Bloomingdale, NJ with his wife, Moira Shaw

O’Brien, and their cat Saja.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Wedding Road Show

I will be pulling my harp strings for all you shopping brides at Mallard Island Yacht Club for the first annual Long Beach Island Wedding Road Show.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

South Jersey Underground has published my short story "Pis En Lit"

This issue is full of striking photos, artwork, poetry, short stories and music.
I am excited to be a part of this total arts venue.