Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Congress Hall Weddings -
On April 22 - I play the Wedding Road Show
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
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.
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!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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
Rosemarie S. Sprouls and
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
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
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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,
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 -
and the all too puerile flipped
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
celebrating the release of
the second edition of
The Rutherford Red