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Wednesday, February 1, 2023

So Nice to Be Thanked - Village Poets, State Senator Portantino, CSPS...

Senator Portantino, Maja Trochimczyk, Sharmagne Leland St. John and William Scott Galasso
January 29, 2023, Bolton Hall Museum. Photo by Declan Floyd.

After 12 years of service to the Village Poets of Sunland Tujunga, organizing the group's Monthly Poetry Readings at Bolton Hall and on Zoom, publishing anthologies, managing the website and the blog, inviting poets and artists, and preparing the annual Independence Day Parade, it is time to call it quits. I have another organization to manage now, California State Poetry Society that I have been the President of since 2019. I also serve as the Managing Editor of the California Quarterly, editor of the CSPS Poetry Letter appearing quarterly in PDF and online formats, and Chair of the Annual Poetry Contests. Plenty to do in the poetry world! 

My last event was the Monthly Reading at Bolton Hall Museum in Tujunga, held on January 29, 2023, with two amazing Featured Poets, Sharmagne Leland St. John and William Scott Galasso.  State Senator Anthony Portantino came in person to distribute his Certificates of Appreciation for the two features and my volunteer work, and to read two of his poems, filled with alliteration and wit, present already in their titles: "From Lummis to Hummus." It is always great to have a politician who cares for the arts and supports artistic endeavors, so all poets cherish the talents and support of Senator Portantino. So lovely! And, alas, so rare... 


The Senator and his Field Representative Declan Floyd were kind enough to write a lovely and long congratulations message:


The Senator wrote: "On behalf of the California State Senate, I join the Sunland-Tujunga community in thanking you for your tremendous contributions to the literary arts in the 25th District over more than a decade. Your works in writing, editing and sharing poetry have inspired a new generation of Village Poets. I commend you for your commitment to sharing ideas and building community bonds through the beauty of language. Best wishes on all your future endeavors!" 

At the reading, while serving as the MC, I read two of my own poems, "Moving to California" haibun that recently appeared in the Red Paper Parasols, an anthology of Southern California Study Group that I helped publish (cover design and layout). The second poem was "Gifts" from my Bright Skies book of 2022. 

I made the cover and layouts for the Southern California Haiku Study Group Anthology for 2022,  featuring the lovely photo taken by Maher McArthur in Japan. Since Deborah P Kolodji agreed to edit the California Quarterly Vol. 48, No. 4 for me, I decided to help her out when my assistance was requested. I also have some haiku and one haibun published in that volume. It was a real pleasure to work with Marcyn Clements, the editor of the haibun section, on making sure that my haibun describing my travel from Poland to California, and from imitations and artifice to reality of life. She encouraged me to add onomatophoeia and specific bird names to make the text more lively. What was most important was the last line in the haiku unchanged through these transformation, "a feather-light heart" - an image from the Egyptian Book of the Dead, where the heart is weighted against a feather to see if the person deserved spiritual awards in the afterlife... 

Moving to California

Long ago, in a gray cement apartment block in Warsaw, Poland, I collected painted birds, carved in wood by local folk artists. Then, I crossed the ocean with my wooden flock. In Montreal, birds came alive, as I watched red-winged blackbirds singing away on telephone lines outside my 3rd story window.  Ca-roooouge - they called out their French name, Carouge à épaulettes. 

Now, in my California garden, gold and ruby feathers sparkle in morning sunrays. Fierce hummingbirds bravely guard their cups of sugar water. The mourning dove marks the hours with the insistence of a cuckoo in an old Alpine clock - You go! You - whooo, who. House finches teach their young to sing, but poor babies cannot go past the first ti- ti- ti. Western bluebirds fill the air with breathless chatter: Do you know? Do you know? Yes, yes, yes. We are here, here, here. Shifting phrases of birdsong announce visitors. Ca-rooouge, Ca-rooouge - the winter blackbirds that followed me from Montreal, went home for the summer. A brilliant yellow oriole nibbles on green grapes under the pristine azure dome of the sky.

           the flutter of wings

interrupts my thoughts –

a feather-light heart 



 Bright Skies. Selected Poems is a book of poems written and collected for my two grand-daughters when they grow up, Juniper and Aurelia, both born in September 2021, four days apart. Michael Escoubas recently wrote a very lovely review of this book for Quill and Parchment (February 2023), and I'm grateful for his kindness and praise, and also grateful that he picked one of my favorite poems from the book to include in the review. It was not published yet, when I read it on Sunday, as my poetic "Swan song" for Village Poets activities.

Gifts


 …the necklace of songs, that you take as a gift
                                       ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I gather sunlight
in my palms
to save for later
when it’s dark outside
and hope seems lost.

My hands are full
of brightness.
I gingerly carry
the tangle of sunrays
in a procession of gifts,
down the aisle.

  I gather sunlight

to keep close

to my heart,

and warm us

through cold

winter nights

with a rich glow

of sunfire.




At the end of the reading, I was surprised with thanks from other Village Poets. Joe DeCenzo presented a certificate of appreciation from Congressman Adam Schiff, and listed my achievements, that included inviting, scheduling and promoting on the blog events over 12 years with 144 poets and artists, creating and hosting the Zoom event series for the 2.5 years of the pandemic (that as Joe said saved the Village Poets from falling apart), decorating the Poets' Convertible for at least 10 Independence Day Parades, and more. He did not forget to mention that the idea of group photos at the end of each reading was also mine and that getting poets to pose for these was like herding cats...


Of the featured poets who presented their work at our Monthly Readings since 2010, 82  authors submitted their work to We Are Here: Village Poets Anthology that I co-edited with Marlene Hitt in 2020, to celebrate 10 years of VP Monthly Readings. Joe did not forget other anthologies associated with Village Poets that I edited over the years: Chopin with Cherries (with work by Marlene Hitt), and Meditations on Divine Names (with work of his, Elsa Frausto, Dorothy Skiles, and Marlene). Yes, it has been a pleasure publishing poems written by members of the Village Poets group and I hope to continue doing so in the future.

In her presentation, Sunland-Tujunga Poet Laureate, Alice Pero, praised my most recent anthology, Crystal Fire. Poems of Joy and Wisdom, illustrated with beautiful paintings of Ambika Talwar and consisting of work by 12 talented poets who all wrote poems about the good things in life, things to be joyous about and thankful for. She decided to read one poem I wrote after a walk in the Big Tujunga Wash, that her garden overlooks and I see over the fences of my neighbors across the street.  Being so close to such a gorgeous tract of wilderness and still being in Los Angeles is one of the delightful secrets of our City of Angels. 


Alchemy in the Hills

Rarefied air opens up to reveal 
rocks in the mountain stream,
scattered sparks of reflected sunrays, 
shimmering golden waves of water 
spreading in circles from where
I stand on thick grains of sand. I watch 
a wild sunflower unfurl its petals.
I smile at the aerial acrobatics of sparrows, 
orioles and the small yellow-gray
birds of unknown names. The scents
 of white sage and sumac fill the valley, 
ringing with the buzz of a myriad of 
bees  hovering about cotton-ball arrays 
of wild buckwheat. It is not much,
but it is enough: rock, sand, and leaf enough.

Children’s laughter flows towards me 
from another wading pool, upstream. 
They splash and laugh, laugh and splash, 
amused by every droplet. I rest in
the center of my universe, at a still point 
of my turning world, where all elements—
 air, rock, sand, water, sunfire—
merge into one blessing of being here, 
sharing this space, this time with
children’s laughter, with lily-white yucca
 blossoms stretching to the sky,
 and a single blade of grass guarding
its spot between stones on the creek shore.

 

Huge bouquets of flowers followed, presented by Pamela Shea and Marlene Hitt, but I was most delighted with a special gift from Marlene Hitt, our founder and the moving force of poetry in the Foothills.  She made a series of posters, using photographs of me reading poems since my "crowning" as Poet Laureate in 2010, of the anthology, and of the Village Poets readings. She also wrote a very touching tribute, which I am delighted to share:



Marlene's set of "thank you, Maja" posters is so cute that I'm including their photos below. She also gave me a costume jewelry set of very gold hue, an inheritance from her mother. I'm sure I'll find a poetry event to wear these to.... These expressions of gratitude from someone who has done so much by herself, was the most touching. 

Poets and Village Poets logo

Presentation of Lifetime Achievement Award to Marlene and Lloyd Hitt, Dorothy Skiles in the back.

Village Poets at the Passing of the Laurels ceremony for Pamela Shea

A postcard and an outfit at the Independence Day Parade in 2011

End of term as Poet Laureate in 2012 and a performance with musician for ST Neighborhood Council, Marlene added a photo of my granddaughter Juniper in holiday outfit looking at her Babcia...

More events- Independence Day Parades, and roses.

With Cile Borman and Village Poets Anthology and with Joe DeCenzo at the Passing of the Laurels ceremony of 2010.

A collage of Village Poets events collected and assembled by Marlene

More Village Poets event photos assembled by Marlene Hitt.

So thank you Village Poets for the fun I had over the past 12 years, organizing over 120 readings, managing the Zoom events during the pandemic, and interacting with so many talented poets and artists.  Thank you!

Poets at the end of the Village Poets Reading on January 29, 2023, Bolton Hall Museum

OTHER THINGS TO BE GRATEFUL FOR

It is nice to be appreciated - I have had quite a nice collection of kind words recently. 

My Christmas mail included two very nice cards from my Board members at California State Poetry Society. Maura Harvey (Editor of the California Quarterly) wrote: "Really appreciate your terrific organizational skills, perseverance, and loyalty. CSPS is so fortunate to have you, Maja as prez!" Richard and Susan Deets (Richard is Vice President for Membership): "Thank you for the wonderful job you are doing as President of CSPS. We look forward to many exciting years to come under your leadership." I will have more time for CSPS, its California Quarterly and its Poetry Letter, as well as for publishing books and working on research papers on music history, my original avocation, neglected when I had dedicated so much time to local poetry scene. I already left Poets on Site, Westside Women Writers and now Village Poets groups. The day has 24 hours and there is never enough time to do everything one wants to do. 

Bouquet of white, red and yellow roses from Pam Shea.

I had an extraordinarily busy year with multiple publications and projects.  First, I decided to collect my positive poetry and assembled a volume of 85 poems illustrated with 160 photographs of nature entitled "Bright Skies. Selected Poems." The collection was praised in reviews by Marlene Hitt, and William Scott Galasso.   https://moonrisepress.com/bright-skies--trochimczyk.html
Joe DeCenzo, Elzbieta Czajkowska, Susan Dobay, Maja Trochimczyk and Bory Thach at the closing of the Sky Garden exhibition, reading from Crystal Fire anthology, November 20, 2022. Paintings by Ambika Talwar in the background. 

Second, I selected 12 poets to contribute to a new anthology of positive poetry entitled "Crystal Fire. Poems of Joy and Wisdom" and including 144 poems by 12 poets: Elzbieta Czajkowska, Joe DeCenzo, Mary Elliott, Jeff Graham, Marlene Hitt, Frederick Livingston, Alice Pero,  Allegra Silberstein, Jane Stuart, Ambika Talwar, Bory Thach, and my own. The spectacular cover art and paintings to start each section are by poet Ambika Talwar, a talented painter and poet.

https://moonrisepress.com/crystal-fire-anthology.html

Poet Bory Thach, included in the anthology and participating in the readings, shared the following comment about the book and readings: "I really appreciate everything that you do for the arts, especially how you strive to be fair and include everyone through well-deserved recognition.  It's great to be surrounded by such positive poets with a wide variety of perspectives and insights that can be shown through their poetry.  Being a writer I always try to learn something from every artist that I meet.  The best part about our group is that I get to read amazing works by different authors, experience their views as well as fresh images and new ways of looking at the world.  As a result, I have the privilege of gaining valuable knowledge and wisdom.  All because I encountered so many poetic pieces as your editor.  I'm just grateful to be able to take away at least one thing every time I open a book.  It is like a step closer to enlightenment!"

Thank you, Bory! It is always good to be appreciated. 

Reading from "Bright Skies" in front of Talwar's paintings and her photos 
at the opening of the Sky Garden Exhibition in October 2022.

Third, Ambika's paintings from "Crystal Fire" and my photographs from Bright Skies gave rise to an exhibition entitled "Sky Garden" and held at the Scenic Drive Gallery in Monrovia in October and November 2022. The exhibition, curated by Susan Dobay, presented just 12 paintings and 12 photographs, but gave rise to a series of events, two poetry readings from the books, on October 16 and November 20, 2022. The exhibition was also visited by singer, guitarist and song-writer Piotr Kajetan Matczuk of Poland, who gave there a mini-concert. 

https://moonrisepress.blogspot.com/2022/09/moonrise-press-and-scenic-drive-gallery.html

https://moonrisepress.blogspot.com/2022/11/sky-garden-exhibition-closing-on.html

Maja Trochimczyk with Piotr Matczuk at Sky Garden Exhibition, 5 November 2022

Fourth, I was commissioned by the National Fryderyk Chopin Institute of Poland to write a scholarly article for publication in the Studia Chopinowskie research journal on the topic related to Maria Szymanowska (1789-1831), an eminent pianist and composer, and an important fore-runner of Chopin.  I decided to write about the handwritten patriotic songbooks found in the archives of Museum Adama Mickiewicza in the Polish Library in Paris that were written by two of Szymanowska's children, her daughter Helena Malewska and son Romuald Szymanowski. I had earlier written on Szymanowska's patriotic songs in the collection of Historical Chants (Spiewy Historyczne) by Julian Ursyn Niemcewicz and had noticed these small notebooks while reviewing Szymanowska-related documents in the Polish Library in 2015. Since this paper is yet to be published, I will not discuss its content here, except to say it presents an important aspects of preserving Polish culture and traditions in the homes during the partitions and even in the heart of the Russian Empire. 

Archival Materials related to Maria Szymanowska at the Polish Library in Paris

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

On Gardeners, Murderers, and the Virtue of Patience


I used to think that there are just two types of men, rapists and gays. Luckily, time heals all wounds and I changed my mind. Now I think that there just two types of people, those of Service to Others (STO people) and those of Service to Self (STS people). I borrowed this distinction from someone else, but I do not think that person would mind. In any case, the STO people focus on loving, forgiving, and helping others. The STS people are on a mad power and resource grab... In other words, the STO people are gardeners: they care for, plant, and support the little seeds of love. The STS people are murderers: they destroy, uproot, pour salt water on wounds, and take what is not theirs to take.

The trouble is we are vacillating internally between these two extremes, the gardeners and the murderers. The challenge is we have to become more positive, and content; to live without attacking anyone for not being as "good" as we see ourselves to be. (Wishful thinking we mistake for reality, but that too, does not matter)... Without judgment and condemnation - the two favorite past times of the human species. Especially, if the judgment is followed by execution. At least that's what we see on TV, or Netflix, if you watch those crime shows, or just any shows: they all have somehow become very dark and cruel and focused on the victory of crime in the recent decade.

Sometimes, even when trying to plant and care for a plant, a rose bush, a tree, the gardeners may fail and out of the goodness of their hearts, hurt what they purport to care for. The challenge here is not to get discouraged by this challenge. It is to stay focused on what's above, what's calling,what's spiritually and personally more uplifting and inspirational. It is to be kind in thoughts, words, and gestures. "Grace" in Christian Bible was translated "loving kindness" in the Jewish one and I, for one, like that expression better.

So... what acts of "loving kindness" have you committed recently? In your mind, in your heart? Did you say something nice to someone really tired and frustrated? Did you open yourself to love?  It is neither easy, nor fast: "Love is patient, love is kind..." People write about the Bible as if the Book was  just made up by a bunch of scribes, without knowing that the Book, our Book is alive and speaks to us directly, if only we really need an answer and ask for guidance.  Then, the challenge is to remain patient and keep listening, in serenity, in silence.


The Waiting

She opens the envelope – a letter
With a newspaper clipping
A bouquet of red roses and a story
About mortgage fraud on the back

He rubbed his soap along the edges
She breathes in his scent after the shower

Three phone calls while she was away
Eight after she sent him that letter
Admitting  what it meant to her –
That hot July day, under the tiger sky

Press five if you accept this call –
Stay on the line – Stay on the line

Breathing – dreaming – searching – hoping –
A lifeline – A lifeguard – Her lifeguard –
Stay –

Lush buds open on a dormant branch
The half-forgotten fragrance
The taste of his sweat on her lips
Heavy drops falling from above

The aroma of his bronze, spicy
Body – his touch on her skin
A sudden swell of emotion
An irruption of the past into the present

Stay on the line – accept this call
From an inmate at Avenal State Prison

A long-lost love awakens
With a whiff of newsprint ink
Mixed with a faint echo
Of what once was, could be, will be –

When they meet on God’s mountain
When rosebuds open into a scarlet cloud
That makes the fortuneteller blush
As she sees their future in her Tarot cards

“My love” – he says – Thirty second left –
Stay on the line – Stay on the line 



(c) 2014 by Maja Trochimczyk. With thanks for many wonderful comments that helped streamline and clarify this poem, to dear friends from Westside Women Writers: Millicent Borges Accardi, Lois P. Jones, Madeleine Butcher, Georgia Jones-Davis, Kathi Stafford, Sonya Sabanac, and Susan Rogers. Published in the second half of the special issue of Clockwise Cat, called Femmewise Cat celebrating women poets and artists, pages 93-96  http://issuu.com/clockwisecat/docs/femmewise_cat_part_ii?e=13963388/11675756.

Westside Women Writers at McGroarty Arts Center:
Susan Rogers, Sonya Sabanac, Maja Trochimczyk, Lois P. Jnes and Kathi Stafford

I recently read that poem at the "Westside Women Writers go Eastside" at the McGroarty Arts Center (August 23), so I thought of reposting it here.  Then, merely a week later, at the Poetry Palooza event at the same Former home of California Poet Laureate John Steven McGroarty  (August 29), my other poetry group, Village Poets, read my even older poem, "The Veil, the Weave" is a religious poem, inspired by a line from Isaiah. It us stylized a la Vladimir Mayakovsky's poetry of the Soviet Revolution - with broad gestures, dramatic exclamations, and the spacing of the words all over the page. In addition, I colored the words and phrases, to designate the four or five different readers needed for the performance. Caps in black mean everyone is reading those lines.

The Veil, the Weave

“On this mountain, God will destroy the veil that veils all peoples, / the web that is woven over all nations:  He will destroy Death forever.”              
                                                                                        ~  Isaiah, Chapter 25, Verses 7-8

the veil     that veils    the weave      that is woven

break them                      tear them                   shred them         set us free

the veil that obscures   distorts true meaning    disorients           and stifles

obfuscation          dilapidation               obliteration                abomination

the weave of sticky thread
is a trap to capture the unwary
                                the weave of shiny thread
                                is a snare to entangle the greedy
                                               the weave of sweet-scented thread
                                                is a seduction of beauty into nothing
                                                                                             the weave is woven
                                                                                            where is the weaver?
where is he hiding?
                       this maker of imitations
                                               the master of mimicry
                                                                      the creator of absence
the weave holds us tight
                              in the habit of hours
                                                   in the rut of the known
                                                             in the suffocating thickness of lies

that are woven             
                      that are told!

break the veil    undo the knots    free the mind

to see the blessings of infinity
                                to hear the music
                                                 of sing-song lullabies
                                                                calming us for the night
for the first gleam 
                         of stardust 
                                              for awakening 
                                                                    in grace

                                     
when the veil       and the weave          are gone


© 2008 by Maja Trochimczyk                             





The Veil of lies and deception that we have been shrouded in, and sometimes willingly accept, seduced by its shimmering, illusive allure, spreads out all over the world... But what happens, if the Veil is broken and we are able to see as we have been meant to see?  Angels dance, and we dance with them:

An Invitation to  the Dance

And the angels are dancing.

Did you say dancing? Yes, dancing. Making somersaults 
and jumping two hundred yards in the air.

Air? Are they here? I thought they lived in infinity,
Or eternity, or the great beyond, or whatchamacalit.
No. Here. They are laughing their heads off.  Giggling,
smiling, smirking, guffawing. Laughing.

What’s so funny? Nic. Nada. Naught. It is just that they are so happy.
So incredibly,  exorbitantly, blissfully happy.

Why?  Oh, because of that quirky thing from the country song.

What thing? Don’t you know? Have you not heard
that love conquers all?  That love triumphs
over lies, fear, anger, shame and despair?
That it is? Love is. True love. Our love…

It blossoms in us, through us.
It opens its petals.  The world is more tranquil,
serene in the luminescence of our love.
New stars are born and peace comes to earth when we
are together, immersed in this love. When we
find it. Return to it. Share it. Cherish it. When we
are not giving up. No matter what. No matter how hard.
No matter how late.  Simple, very simple.
Impossible? Yet, it is here to stay.

So what about these angels, then…
Oh, yes. Would you like to go dancing with the angels?
 Boogie-woogie, waltz, tango or salsa? 


(C) 2015 by Maja Trochimczyk 


Thursday, April 18, 2013

National Poetry Month - Celebrating My Poetry Circles (April 20 and 29)


Descanso Garden - Path of Shadows by Maja Trochimczyk

Have you ever had the feeling that you've done what you were supposed to do in life and everything else is a bonus, a desert of sorts? After publishing some of my most intimate and autobiographical poems in the last few years, I do feel that way. I've left the proof of my existence - on paper, and online - in a portrait of what I really think and who I think I am. It was such a welcome relief from the heavy-duty writing of musicology where I had to dig into other people's lives and thoughts, and play a guessing game about what they were about. Or, worse, as many musicologists do, impose my own theories and ideas onto my subjects, quote the most fashionable experts of the moment, and strive to make myself famous at the expense of those I wrote about.  I'm glad I don't have to anything, any more. . . So, in a way, I'm done, no reason to continue.

But wait, there's so much more! Having finished the egocentric trip of describing myself, I still have the whole world to write about, and there's plenty to do! Here's my poem about poetry writing, published last year by Apryl Skiles in her Edgar Allan Poet blog and her guest piece for another journal.

Descanso Garden - Fountain of Light by Maja Trochimczyk



Definition: Writing 

               in response to George Jisho Robertson’s essay “Path of Poesis”

It is not like splitting the match in four
or counting devils on its round head –
none of this matters, really

see the sunrise above Strawberry Peak
and Mount Disappointment shimmer
on the puffy underbelly of summer clouds

be dazed by bright ripples on a shallow canyon stream
shining like scales of a carp waiting to be killed
in a bathtub before Polish Easter

listen to the roosting birds at dusk,
the murder of crows covering tree branches
with angular shapes, dense Xenakis chords,

black clusters, dissonant, intense. They bathe
in the river, sit on a concrete bank with wet wings
outstretched, drooping with water, docile

like tattooed crowds resting, sweating
on sandy beach towels in Santa Monica,
waiting for a tsunami that will not come

shifting the gaze is important, from the navel
to cosmos – not how we fail in a multitude of ways,
but what graces hide in galaxies

that collide amidsts exploding supernovas,
on thousands of inhabitable planets
we’ll count but never touch –

we’ll touch but never count
the veins on the petals of the rose
shriveling from desert heat, just opened

Not us, then, look around, beyond,
catch what’s already gone, hold it
in your hand – the spark, the passing

(c) 2010 by Maja Trochimczyk

Petal and Raindrops in Blush by Maja Trochimczyk


 Let's focus on what's really far away - all these galaxies and clouds of interstellar dust - and on what's really close and often overlooked - the treasures found on daily walks. The spark of joy seen in someone's eyes. Apryl Skies just made this poem her "Poem of the Day" for April 18, 2013!  She previously published it on her blog, at Edgar Allan Poet: http://edgarallanpoet.com/Definition__Writing.html For the National Poetry Month last year, I also wrote an article that she published with the poem. How sweet! http://www.examiner.com/article/majatrochimczyk-poet-laureate-the-passing-of-laurels"

It is good to have friends. It is better to have poets as friends. For the National Poetry Month 2013,  I have been invited to three group readings: Westside Women Writers, Village Poets, and Rey Luminarias's Poets and Artists Reading.

Cycladic harp player from Getty Villa by Maja Trochimczyk

The reading by Westside Women Writers was held on April 17 at the Topanga Public Library on 122 N. Topanga Canyon Rd. The reading included individual sections and a group reading of poems inspired by an ancient, Cycladic sculpture of a harp player, from the Getty Villa antiquities permanent collection. The poems were written during the first field trip of Westside Women Writers, organized by Kathi Stafford and held on March 30, 2013 at the Getty Villa, Malibu. The Westside Women Writers, created five years ago by Millicent Borges Accardi, currently include, besides Millicent, Kathi and myself: Georgia Jones-Davis, Susan Rogers, Lois P. Jones, Sonya Sabanac, and Madeleine Butcher. 

Tujunga Wash by Maja Trochimczyk

The Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga will appear at the La Crescenta Library on Saturday, April 20 at 2 p.m.  The library is located at 2809 Foothill Blvd., La Crescenta, CA 91214, tel. (818) 248-5313 (the parking is in the back). The reading's program includes poetry by Dorothy Skiles, Poet Laureate of Sunland-Tujunga, as well as fellow past poets Marlene Hitt, Joe DeCenzo, Maja Trochimczyk, Mari Werner and Beverly M. Collins. In addition to selections by each poet, the reading will include four poems read by a group - Sensations, Remembering, Enrollment, and The Veil, the Weave.  More information is posted on the Village Poets blog

Village Poets of Sunland Tujunga is a group of former Poets Laureate of Sunland Tujunga who organize poetry readings in their community, write poetry, and publish books, making sure that poetry life is rich and vibrant in the foothills. Every two years Village Poets organize a competition for the Poet-Laureate of Sunland-Tujunga and, in order to involve the local community in the selection of its Poet-Laureate, establish a Poetry and Literature Committee of Sunland-Tujunga which selects the next Poet. Dorothy Skiles is the current Poet-Laureate in our community (2012-2014). Another important project of Village Poets is the Monthly Village Poets Reading at Bolton Hall Museum in Tujunga, CA. The next reading, by Neil McCarthy, will be at the McGroarty Arts Center on Saturday, April 27, 2013. The upcoming readings are announced in local "good news" paper - The Voice of the Village. 



Reynald Romea Luminarias wrote a beautiful poem for my anthology Chopin with Cherries. I was very happy to include it in the book.


There Is No Other Love
                     
                              After Chopin’s Etude in E Major, Opus 10, No. 3

R. Romea Luminarias

                                                    —for Annie


November sunlight peers
Between leaf-veins. Oval windows.
Rose petals on velvet. Autumn vines our arms
Glazed with ripeness, steeped in unrestrained embrace.
Tongues stilled; drought-pained mouths this one now-love alone
 
Can heal. Our Love steers
Unknown universes’ oceans of shadows,
Maps red coral galaxies. Anemone-meteors swarm
Around us, stir hunger’s hull knifing waves, probing abysses.
There is no other love obtains the soul, breaks open steel and stone;
 
There is no other Love destroys this present, ancient drought, this fall
Stripped bare of songs, deprived of harvest; there is no other Love sees
Through storms of swirling fires; only this love, O this our Love alone:
No other Love ordains, builds up the spirit, breathes life into dry bones.
 
 
 In return, three years later, he invited me to present some of my poetry at his National Poetry Month celebration at the Pasadena Public Library, Wright Auditorium, April 29 at 6 p.m. The event, entitled "Co-Inspirators: Poets, Artists, Music-Makers" will present interactions between various arts. The Pasadena Library is located at 285 East Walnut Street Pasadena, CA 91101, tel. (626) 744-4066.


just Joey Rose by Maja Trochimczyk

Rey invited me to read three poems: "Memory Mirrors" (inspired by Susan Dobay's digital artwork, "Reminiscence" from her "Impression of China"), and "A Study with Cherries," and "How to Make a Mazurka" from the Chopin with Cherries anthology. For the first poem, Rick Wilson will accompany me on a Chinese flute from his exquisite and extensive flute collection. For the Chopin's pieces, celebrating his music as heard in my childhood, at my grandparents house in a Polish village, I will bring two Chopin music boxes... It is going to be a beautiful, beautiful event.

A Summer Rose Dream 

                  ~ inspired by Chopin's letter from Nohant


Rose petals float down 

Onto the desk covered with music 
Pages of notes and ink blots 

Chopin looks out the window 

A carmine blossom in her black hair
Exotic beauty at the ball 

He sees the eglantine roses 

The picket fence of long ago 
His sister smiling 

Fragrance spills on the velvet 

Of night, notes scatter 
On a canvas of his thoughts 

His fingers search for memories 

On smooth ivory keys 
Roses and nightingales, roses

(c) 2013 by Maja Trochimczyk


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Photos from Descanso Gardens, Tujunga Wash, and Roses from my garden.
(C) 2013 by Maja Trochimczyk