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A Reading at Wyld Chyld: Long Island Welcomes Me Back   Leave a comment

I’ve read in a lot of different places in my career. Bars, bookstores, bakeries, all have been subjected to my literary genius at one time or another. But until the lovely and amusing Peter Dugan invited me to come on down to Long Island and read at the Wyld Chyld, I’d never read in a tattoo parlor before.

Helen R. Peterson reads her poetry at Wyld Chyld

Reading to the crowd at Wyld Chyld

Wyld Chyld is part tattoo parlor, part café, divided down the middle so the whir of the needles doesn’t disturb. Located in Merrick NY, it offers a unique intimate setting for a reading. I was the first to read, something I don’t usually like to do, as I like to riff off of what others present when deciding what to perform. But, in the end, it almost seemed as if the open mic readers had read my mind, bringing poetry that had similar themes and influences as mine did.

The other feature was Lloyd Abrams, a local Long Island poet and former educator. His poetry was entertaining and thought-provoking. He and his wife were kind enough to invite me to spend the night at their place and not make the three-hour drive back to Connecticut, but I politely declined, as I had kids to get on the bus in the morning.

The Wyld Chyld crowd

Listening to Lloyd Abrams read while sipping my green tea.

I always enjoy traveling to Long Island, as the audiences are always welcoming and encouraging. That’s why I’ll be traveling down that way again this Friday, May 18th, to feature at George Wallace’s series at the Barn. This will probably be my last Long Island appearance before the big move to Michigan in late August, so if you’ve wanted to see me live, make a point to be there!

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Existere   Leave a comment

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It’s official. Canadians like me, or at least like my poetry. They’ve proven it, when Existere, Journal of Arts and Literature, published my poem, “We Were Made for a Garden”, in their Fall/Winter2010 issue.

It’s a beautiful print journal, and the issue came just in time for a long sad weekend away at a funeral. I enjoyed everything in it, not just my poem, which is as it should be. Unfortunately, I had the hardest time getting my credit union to deposit the check that came with it. Oh well, Paypal next time.

The poem is a little love poem to someone who came and went with me for a season, very much like a garden actually, right between husbands 1 and 2. The good thing about poems like this is they remind you of happy times with no regrets. It was just that kind of relationship. There’s also a reference in the poem to Jackson Pollock‘s Lavender Mist, so it makes me look all artsy and stuff in the process, without being overt about it like the Georgia O’Keefe or Charles Sheeler poem.

One of the greatest dates of my life was going to see the movie Pollock with this person at the Madison Arts Cinema. There are still a few really small cinemas here in Connecticut, the one in Madison, the one in Niantic, the one in Mystic to be specific. I don’t get down to Madison very often, but the one in Mystic is a favorite place to go see the movies I really want to see, on the few nights I get to go out and be a grown up.

It also helps that, to me, Lavender Mist looks like a garden freshly dug, with lots of potential milling about underneath the soil. So everything tied in really well together, and made a lovely little love poem. I’m glad Existere picked it up, and I can take the issue off my shelf and reread it again and again, to remind myself of happy days, and to give me the courage to grasp the potential of my life today. Which is teeming.

Thumbnail Magazine   Leave a comment

http://www.magcloud.com/browse/Issue/97500

Sometimes I am fortunate to get my work into a print magazine. I say fortunate not because I think print magazines are better than online. I say it because print, especially literary print, is a rare breed these days. Thumbnail is a relatively new print, this is their first issue, and bravely printed one of the few nonfiction pieces I have ever written.

The piece is a postcard in words, painting a visual of the Third Thursday street festival. The language is poetic but the images and people are as real as it gets. Some years ago the Hartford Courant gave the world a completely different view of Willimantic CT. I hope in this piece to give balance to those negative views, and humanize a town I’ve always been quite fond of.

You will need to buy an issue to read it, so please click the link and do so. Let’s keep print alive, one issue at a time!!