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.

My NEW QR CODE

PLEASE UPLOAD TO YOUR SMART PHONE



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:  www.jerseyshoreharpist.com



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!
Gabriel

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, 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

Featuring

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.












http://www.rutherfordlibrary.org/june2010poetry.pdf


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 http://www.mallardislandyachtclub.com/ for the first annual Long Beach Island Wedding Road Show.http://www.visitlbiregion.com/weddings/road-show-registration/

Thursday, February 11, 2010

http://www.southjerseyunderground.com/

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.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Michael O'Brien - Book Release: Absence Implies Presence


Gaineville Coffee Shop Rutherford NJ
December 4th
Book Release and Reading
Conjure Illinois deckled in rain:
Corn fields
whispering through
the Connemarra burren;
Hear the crop
crackle over a peat fire.
OBrien's lines blend
the midwest's abundant harvest
with hot irish whiskey.

come sit and listen






Tuesday, September 1, 2009

In Honor of the Upcoming Reading at the Williams Center

So Much Depends

The meadows were soaked in rain.  

The meadows soaked up the rain.  

The soaking meadows rained, 

The rain soaked the mead, oh!, 

The mead owes the soaking rain,  

soaking rain make me some mead!    


The drive home was like 

that:  wiper mad rain 

pelting the windshield, 

the gush - way too loud 

for the soft voice of Nick Drake 

humming from the cd player 

to calm the difference.  Coy kept up 

his scrabble of words, initially 

inspired by misremembering 

William Carlos Williams' 

Red Wheel Barrow poem.

  

Glazed with rain, hah! 

I'm amazed with rain. 

Crazed with rain, ....... 

maize'd with rain.  

Ok that's a bit corny, 


he giggled 


I crack myself up


flinging his hands repetitively 

on the steering wheel for effect.  

He peered at the car stopped 

next to his at the light.  A woman 

was staring at the strange man 

in a brand new Lexus:  balding, 

pasty, suffering the aggressive 

attack of middle age eyebrows.  

He was having a conversation, 

waiving his hands, guffawing, 

working those mangy brows 

for emphasis. His blue suit looked damp. 


Jeez - what the fuck do you think 

he's goin on about?"  


She checked herself in the rearview, 

twirled her brow stud, sucked 

her front teeth and rolled down 

her side window.  She wanted 

to hear his sign language,

to comprehend the visual.  

Her Rage Against the Machine 

blared into the space separating 

the two vehicles.  The traffic light 

turned green.  Movement - 

simultaneous acknowledgement 

and the all too puerile flipped 

birds conjoined.

 

She yelled,  her words pelting 

the wet air,  filling in the few 

spaces of clarity between 

his spattered windows - 

she had filled the void 

for herself.  He had shown her how.


 Poetry in Rutherford
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
7:00 PM
Featuring the
Red Wheelbarrow
Poets
&
celebrating the release of
the second edition of
The Rutherford Red
Wheelbarrow