November 19, 2012
from JAKE LEVINE’S Collage Of All 348 Of My Failed Loves Combined Into One Meditation Loosely Located In Gate’s Pass Concerning A Sunset And Its Vague Relationship To My Relationships But Also Dreams And An Angel For Mayakovsky’s Immortal Soul
October 6, 2012
BTW I’ll be taking requests- So, if there is some writing from here or published else where you would like to hear a recording of let me know by commenting on the piece you would like to hear or commenting here or if you are a contributor who would like to send me a breif recording of your contribution (3min or less) email me a voice file!
September 18, 2012
SPIRAL ORB is an experiment in permaculture poetics, juxtaposition, interrelationships, and intertextuality—a cross-pollination. The opening poem composts fragments from each of the pieces in Spiral Orb. Standing also as the table of contents, each line is embedded with a hyperlink to its original piece. Once at each piece, you will find links to the other pieces. Spiral Orb Five is a special issue on A Poetic Inventory of Saguaro National Park.
March 24, 2012
February 25, 2012
February 19, 2012
February 14, 2012
February 13, 2012
February 11, 2012
February 6, 2012
May 28, 2011
Happy Saturday and Happy Listening +V
April 30, 2011
I’ll be back next month with more favorites- ANY REQUESTS…
Happy Saturday +V
February 27, 2011
I LOVE YOUR BRAIN
Here. Will you take this stone
and make a wish, then give it to the miller.
She’ll make you a page
while I sleep so the robot
can change me. I’ll wish for ice cream.
Surrounded by these columns, each heart-shaped capitol crowned w/ a brain,
I’d like to give you this tiny robot.
Hold it like a river stone,
here, in the palm of your hand, while I light the page.
Here’s to watching the sky change w/ my love, the miller!
“I’ll STAND BY YOU” SANG THE MILLER
waiting in line for a scoop of ice-cream.
She hid a love note on a page
of our notepad for me to find. Her brain
suits my heart like a precious stone
in its circle of rose. I hope she’ll forgive me this robot.
DEAR DA VINCI ROBOT
Thank you for helping the miller,
was blocking our path to the ice-cream
parlor. Origami brain-
I’m so glad you answered our page.
Thank you for being brave enough to use a robot
to remove the endometriosis and organs that pained me, that seized my brain,
my spirit, the heart of the miller.
Now we can argue about ice-cream,
a simple scoop vs. blended w/ toppings on a cold stone.
DEAR DR STONE
Thank you for wondering. I feel as light as a page
descending in air. I feel hope. Eating ice-cream
can bring about joy. I stopped for some on my way to the miller.
It helped ease my brain.
“Ice-cream,” I sang at the cornerstone,
“Brain and Heart–” right here on the front page:
“Robot surgeon grants a wish,” for my love, Jane Miller!
February 12, 2011
The text is from poemhunter.com.
Happy Saturday +V.
February 6, 2011
TO ANNA BLUME
O mistress of my 27 senses, I love you!
–Thou thee thy thine, I you, you me–We?
That belongs (by the way) somewhere else.
Who are you, room of countless women? You are–aren’t you?–
People say you’re–let them talk, the bastards, they don’t know
how the church tower stands.
You put your hat on your feet & wander off on your
hands, on your hands you wander off.
Hello, your red dress with white folds. Red
I love Anna Blume, red I love you!–Thou thee thy
thine, I you, you me–
That belongs (by the way) in the cold fire.
Red bloom, red Anna Blume, how do they say it?
Readers: answer this question & win a prize:
1. Anna Blume has a bird.
2. Anna Blume is red.
3. What color is the bird?
Blue is the color of your golden hair.
Red is the call of your green birds.
You plain maid in your everyday dress, you lovely green
beast, I love you! Thou thee thy thine, I you, you me–
That belongs (by the way) in the coal chest.
Anna Blume! Anna, a-n-n-a, I trickle your name.
Your name drips like soft cattle droppings.
Do you know it, Anna, do you know it already?
One can read you backward, & you, you most magnificent
of all, you are the same from back or front: “a-n-n-a.”
Cattle-droppings trickle stroking my back.
Anna Blume, you dripping beast, I love you!
–translated from the German of Kurt Schwitters
January 30, 2011
In the tradition of the real live Back Room Live, formerly held at Mc Nally’s Irish Pub in Oakland Ca. the last Saturday of the month at 7pm, I’ve chosen four poems to read to you. Hope you like hearing them as much as I love reading them +V.
DON’T FORGET TO SEND US YOUR WRITING ON LOVE!!! We’ll be posting writing and voice files about LOVE all February long. Send us a page, paragraph, chapter, scene, essay, article or poem along w/ your photo JPEG, bio, and if you have one or can make one, an mp3 file of you reading the piece. We’re reading Now – February 14th 2011. So, send us some LOVE to firstname.lastname@example.org
Join us LIVE at Conrad Wilde Gallery in Tucson Az Saturday September 18th at 6pm for readings by ! Karen Brennan ! Jane Miller ! Valyntina Grenier !
September 11, 2010
Conrad Wilde is located at 439 N. 6th Ave. #171 Tucson Az.
Life-long Press will be producing a limited number of handmade chapbooks featuring writing by each of the authors!
The writers, their writing, and voices will be posted here throughout the month. Scroll down to see whats up.
September 8, 2010
Pilgrim, Beloved, come fish friend
here by this wall of sand
You and I, Beloved,
formless form, house of roses
Garden, Soul, bring to this sea
You, come to know
Valyntina Grenier is a poet and visual artist. She is editor-in-chief of Life-long Press and backroomlive.wordpress.com. Valyntina’s visual art can be viewed at harriethomemaker.wordpress.com. She has poetry and art at wunderkammerpoetry.com. She blogs at lifelongpress.blogspot.com.
September 5, 2010
There was a man came up to my bed in a green shadow. The shadow enfolded him so that a glimpse presented only a cufflink, but I was very young. What dizzying portals do memory behold myself waving a stick in the air in order to examine the lost bright trails. Like anyone my age, spied creatures in dust avenues beckoned me under the stairs. Also a Buddha with caves on the landing. So laughing I thought at me. My little being I can still feel it.
Karen Brennan is the author of five books, most recently a poetry collection, The Real Enough World (Wesleyan University Press, 2006) and stories, The Garden in Which I Walk (FC2, 2004). Her memoir Being With Rachel was published by WW Norton in 2002 and nominated for a Pulitzer Prize by the publisher. A recipient of a National Endowment of the Arts fellowship and an AWP award, her fiction, poetry and nonfiction have appeared in anthologies from Norton, University of Georgia Press, Graywolf, Michigan, Longman and Penguin, among others. She is a Professor of English at the University of Utah where she teaches in the graduate creative writing program and has served as faculty at the Warren Wilson MFA Program for Writers since 1992.
September 2, 2010
As the ancients detail it
over us in a mist of particles
it lives bare
I finally understand it is raining
it is beautiful
a couple of hawks in a tree
& not the tree entire
MIDNIGHTS, poetry and prose poems by Jane Miller, is Saturnalia Press artist/poet Collaboration Series, #4, 2008, with visual art contributed by Beverly Pepper and an introduction by C.D. Wright. Miller’s other recent work is the book-length sequence, A Palace of Pearls (Copper Canyon Press, 2005), which received the 2006 Audre Lorde Prize in Poetry.
She is a recipient of a Lila Wallace-Reader’s Digest Award for Poetry, as well as a Guggenheim Fellowship and two National Endowment for the Arts Fellowships. A resident of Tucson, she is Professor of English in the Creative Writing Program at The University of Arizona, having served as the program’s director 1999-2003.
BRL Saturday Night- A Tribute to MARLON EVANS w/ writing from Joseph O’Connell, Frances Sjoberg, Franci Washburn and Simon J. Ortiz, curated by Wendy Burk
September 26, 2009
Poet Marlon B. Evans was born on October 8, 1952 and left this world on July 28, 2009. Wendy Burk: Marlon was Tohono O’odham and Akimel O’odham, Desert and River People. He received a B.S. from Rochester Institute of Technology and a B.A. in Creative Writing from the University of Arizona. He had just completed his first year of graduate work in the University of Arizona American Indian Studies Program, with an emphasis in poetry and media arts.
When I think about Marlon, I think about the poems he wrote, and also the poems he had not yet written. We can’t know what those poems would be. But you can read a feature on Marlon’s work in the Fall 2007 issue of Red Ink Magazine, a journal of Native voices that was very close to his heart. And thanks to Marlon’s good friend Eric Mache, you can watch a video of Marlon reciting his poem “A Eurocentric Memoir.”
Marlon surrounded himself with a circle of other writers and artists, as talented and unforgettable as he was. Here, a few of them share their work in tribute to our friend Marlon Evans.