Friday, August 29, 2014

Tantalize Your Senses…Spoken Word, Poetry and Art

Words have a fluency and lilting quality that illuminates the consciousness when properly aligned and crafted.  Art takes us from the realm of the ordinary to the frontiers of imagination and wonderment.  Persecution Avenue and Chrystal Berche understand how to elicit magic that sparks the human spirit and impels us to think through what we feel after reading and/or experiencing art.

Persecution Avenue bobs and weaves his words similar to a cagey, seasoned prize-fighter who knows when to jab and when to float, when to throw the hook and when to rest on the ropes…here is a brief, teaser excerpt from his piece, “This Little City

This little city, my little city with the siren soundtrack:
where the B-more Black- birds smoke and mirrors lend the opium outcasts a purple hue; the opaque outrage at the state of the avenue.
A city again lost when they lose and so we choose to get tossed
 in the latent lavender suited lies of our pink politicians.
Forgetting their triple bra platform;
 are Sheila’s shopping habits the only notable mention?

How ‘bout the corner at,
 right near where I was born at,
the heads said the funk was never wack,
 “bad boy out” still echoes on the corner of Myrtle and Lafayette.


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artwork by Chrystal Berch, aaduna contributing artist & poet (c) 2014

Chrystal Berche is nighttime stardust that coats and oozes into our being when we least expect it. Poet, visual artist, and purveyor of creative ideas and artistic designs, Ms. Berche brings her words and art to aaduna.  We are grateful for both.  Here is a snippet from her poem from “Until the End 

Sometimes it’s the first few notes of a piano played with nimble fingers
ivory keys that shatter the calm of a lonely drive on a winter’s day
the sky dark while I rage and pound the steering wheel
remembering the moment I heard the words telling me you were gone.

Sometimes it’s the first few cords wrung with heartrending beauty
from a black and silver guitar like the one that you used to play while I lay beside you
lost in a world only we could know, clinging to one another
wishing the whole world would fade away

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Persecution Avenue’s “This Little City” has a lot more for you to read.

Chrystal Berche has another poem in addition to “Until the End” plus she has work on exhibit in one of the aaduna galleries. 

Avenue and Berche…coming soon…Volume 4, No. 2…summer 2014 issue.


 
 
 


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Ready for another aaduna tease? You know you are!

Here are a few unedited [mostly] excerpts from Gillick, Murray, and Backer…three intriguing writers coming to the aaduna readership in the summer 2014 issue:


 from Matt Gillick’s “Swim Practice”

Dad was supposed to pick me up on time but he didn’t.  He was late again. He’s always on time right at five.  Mom said he sometimes took a long time putting on his green clothes and be late for his flight when he left.  I kind of wished he lost them so he could stay longer and tell me jokes.  They’re funny jokes like: “J.P., what happens to a…”  I forget the rest but I always laugh at the end.  The way he tells jokes is funny but I’m not laughing at him.  He just tells them well like I knew I would understand if I were smarter.  Mom told me not to laugh at kids at swim practice, so I laugh at them in the locker room.  One of them cried and I felt bad and I stopped for a bit.  She didn’t come back so I couldn’t say sorry.  Where was Dad?  He didn’t have another flight to catch.  I want Mom to tell me more about what Dad does.  I kind of know.

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from Mike Murray’s “Stage Fright”

As Lila lay on the floor of the janitor’s closet, running her fingers over the raised flesh on her face still hot from being burned, she considered all the choices she’d made, not because she was Jewish, but because other people knew she was Jewish.  She couldn’t ignore the choked screams of the dark figure next to her, who had curled herself into the fetal position. Her screams became sobs.

*

Everyone felt the closure of summer.  Lila no longer heard the punctual cackles from her mom’s friends on Sunday nights while they killed a bottle of Sutter Home merlot on the porch.  The air had begun to fill with the smell of burnt leaves during Lila’s walks home from school, on weekends the white smoke from charcoal grilled hamburgers floating leisurely through her neighborhood, riding on the sound of leaf blowers.  The new beginnings of fall brought an omniscient sense of foreboding for Lila.

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from Tom Backer’s “Fear”

I walk away, push through the swinging doors to a short dark hallway, and then turn the knob on the heavy metal door to the outside.

A grey limo, like a whale out of water, stretches across the No Parking zone about thirty feet from the entrance.  Both doors on this side of the main compartment are spread open, exposing a plush grey interior with two six packs of Bud on the floor, the legs of a guy and a girl in the back seat and those of a guy facing them.

My pool buddy, George, stands off to the side smoking.

Short and trim, always calm and dignified looking, he is black and his hair is just starting to grey at the temples.  There’s no cover charge at the Wild Goose and he is recently retired so he spends most of his evenings here, picking up free beers from chumps like me and some serious cash from guys who think they are pool sharks.  He doesn’t seem to notice that there are a lot of girls walking around in very abbreviated outfits, while I, despite what I said to the blonde with the nice ass, am an easy mark for the  girls and my factory job doesn’t pay me enough to spend a lot of time here.


aaduna's  Summer/Volume 4, No. 2 issue will have a lot for everyone…you’ll see!  Diversity in writing is wonderful!








Monday, August 25, 2014

There's Chapman, Flenaugh, and Hodge...you know you wanna take a peek...go 'head.


Fiction writers have a way of transporting readers to different realms of consciousness and unimagined explorations of emotional highs and lows and hidden secrets.  Millie Chapman, TD Flenaugh and William Bretton Hodge are offering creative delights to nourish our spirit and motivate us to want more.  These writers along with their fiction colleagues in the aaduna summer 2014 issue will inspire.  Here are brief excerpts from each of these writers’ work:

From Millie Chapmans’ “Peony”

It stood twisted and arch-backed like the mangled fur of a stray cat.  It’s shadow, elongated by the low-lit window behind it, sliced mercilessly through the smooth surface of the unsuspecting white sheets. As the sun began its daily death, the shadow gained strength, spilling over the side of the bed and skipping down the ruffled bed skirt. It slithered across the hardwood floor toward the door and a young girl who stood with her back pressed firmly against it.
     Frozen in fear, Peony watched the shadow crawl toward her, as the earth slowly swallowed the sun.

*****

From TD Flenaugh’s “Hardening Snow”

Snowflakes fell from the dusky sky and slid down the windows.  The few hours of tepid sunlight had burned away during school hours, and the hour ride home spun away the rest. At ten minutes after four, the bus stopped in front of Midway Auto Body Shop off 6.7 mile New Richardson Highway.  Midway Industrial Park was our family property:  the jaded yellow shop, the rusted cars, the dozen of stuffed garbage bags, and -- looming on the distant edge of the land -- our dilapidated mobile home. 


*****

From William Bretton Hodge’s “Speak No More”

There was a time when in smoke hazed afternoons we made love on a cheap frameless mattress made feeble and lumpy by all the constant work we put against the old wrinkled fibers. We'd make love in the morning against the backdrop of morning news. Then after lunch we'd repeat the process and commit the carnal act again. We took pleasure in the most simple acts that our bodies could commit. Even late into the night we'd observe every freckle and soft wave of each others skin against the moody light of candle lit wine bottles. 


aaduna's Volume 4, Number 2 issue will be launching soon - STAY TUNED !

 




 

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Look Out for Jurkovic and Knight and Wyman in the next aaduna issue!




Here is a brief excerpt from Mike Jurkovic’s poem,
“Talking w/Roberta about the Civil War”



I'm getting out of here

no matter how many

kings or clowns

stand in my way.



This two-crayon country

is close to war

and the South has more weapons

this time. More trigger happy rebels

than the last time

we in the North

supposedly won.



Intrigued as to where this poem goes? Vol. 4, No.2 is coming…summer is not over yet! And what about this two-crayon country???



Natasha Knight weaves magic and enchantment in her poem “Wonder,” Here is a snippet:

 


I used to hear the fairies wings fly through my backyard but now the grass is silent as still as a tree. 

I used to see the dragon hiding in the tree, playfully nipping me as I climbed, but now the dragon has left me and I sit there all alone.

I used to dance with the elves underneath the bright moonlight, our joyful laughter echoing all night long. But now the elves are hiding, though all night I search for them.
 
Do you ever wonder about what YOU used to hear, see or dance to?!

Think about that for a moment.




Sarah Wyman understands the themes that create treasured moments in our lives. Enjoy the first stanza from her “Squaring the Circling Way” coming in aaduna's next issue.



No photos exist for those days,


the ones leaning into each other


as our bodies sought out spaces


where we both could be


and old lives fell away as old ways will


when the stretch into new


forms a view on the world.


Look for Mike, Natasha, and Sarah in the summer issue,

Vol.4, No. 2 

  

 
 
 


Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Introducing Judita Pamfil, artist, poet, writer...aaduna 2014 summer contributor



Judita Pamfil, Poet/Writer/Visual Atrtist
Port Hope, Ontario, Canada is nestled at the mouth of the Ganaraska River and situated on the north shore of Lake Ontario.  It is in this small, picturesque town noted for its well preserved Main Street dotted with antique and specialty shops that Judita Pamfil creates bold and vibrant works of art, as well as serene, muted, captivating oil paintings. An elegant poet and writer, Judita's recent artwork is featured in the coming summer issue, as well as her poetry. 

Last year, she released MOON SONGS poems.  Pamfil's  wonderfully designed book is available to you by contacting her at juditapamfil@sympatico.ca


If you are a first time reader of her work and observant of her visual images, I suspect you will enjoy what Judita has brought to aaduna and then become a fan!    
Here is a sample of her artwork:





We look forward to publishing Judita's outstanding work in aaduna's upcoming issue!



















Monday, August 18, 2014

Jasper, IN, Cincinnati, OH, and Levittown, PA…summer 2014 issue…Imagine that, Jasper and Cincinnati and Levittown!

There are writers and poets who craft intriguing stories and verses that find a vacant space in our brain; crawl in oh so quietly; just sit there…without sound or movement …enabling us to feel our latent reactions; shape argumentative opinions, and wish we could hear more words from them. 

Here is [Jasper’s] Austin Morgan’s short story excerpt taken from “Julie Templeton and the Automatic Orchestra,” followed by a snippet from [Cincinnati’s] Joyce Miller’s poetry and closing out with an excerpt from [Levittown's] Olivia Lin Deluca's
"Pure Bliss."  Enjoy!

Austin shares,

            He could nearly feel himself flying, as if he would look down and see the tips of his sneakers levitating from the pavement.  Heart on flight in his boney chest, excitement oh-so riveting, unlike anything he had ever felt before.

          Maybe it had been the sunrise that he had just witnessed from the top of those bleachers.  The horizon exploding into a haze of colors, lifetimes…a day all its own, if only to last a few moments.

          Maybe it had been the shocks of excitement that Andre’s thin body seemed to be coursed with, as if his nerves were alive and dancing the Bossanova beneath his tanned summer flesh.

          No, it was none of these things.

          It was a she.

          He knew her name.

          And it was, as it always had been…


….Julie Templeton


***

Here is a sampling from Joyce Miller’s poem, “CONFESSION:

You have to wait your turn.  Nobody can
See.  It’s private.  But they know you
Linear, standing behind, in front of them.

When the circular door at the end
unseals and it’s your turn
to go in you take the vacated
spot on the kneeler in the draped cubical.

Outside in the light with an ear
against the cubical
where the kneeler is, a person
with a face reacting in public
to what you say, is shaking
his head.

We shared three stanzas; you will have to wait to read the fourth and final one, as well as her other two poems in Vol. 4, No. 2 – the summer issue.

***



Here is the first three stanzas of Olivia Lin DeLuca’s poetic work,

“Pure Bliss:”


 
Let the land open in a field of spring,
lotuses, tulips, daisies, and irises
compose a picture of serenity.

The soft-spoken are heard outside their shells.
A window leads to another world of sound and sight.
Like Buddha, compassion is all that’s left.

Nature survives amongst the heavens.
Radiance vibrates throughout everything we see,
like a beauty its rawness, a truth in all of us.


The summer issue is coming with the rest of DeLuca’s ‘Pure Bliss.”


Morgan, Miller, and DeLuca are worth waiting for…Jasper, Cincinnati and Levittown are waiting with you.  Imagine that!!!


 
 
 





Sunday, August 17, 2014

Introducing Jeffrey Lee Graham…aaduna summer 2014 Contributor

"My Reaction to Despair Volume I" - Digital Book by Jeffrey Lee Graham, aaduna featured artist Volume 4, Issue 2
  
The aaduna family continues to mourn the tragic passing of Robin Williams, a stellar comedic and dramatic talent and exemplary human being. We do not believe or support pandering or hitching our wagon to a situation that should remain private and sacred. With that said we are taking the rare position to share our decision and behind the scenes talk as we decided to publish an intriguing piece of creative work. Our decision-making timeline is critically important for our readership.

On March 29th, Mr. Graham submitted his work to aaduna, and Keith Leonard, our submissions manager, responded, “…I find your work to have a residual power, lingering presence and intriguing affect and have sent it on to our visual arts editor, publisher and a few other reviewers. [Yeah, I jumped started the process.]”

On March 31st, Keith once again communicated with Mr. Graham and stated in part, “We want to publish your work in our summer 2014 issue. Interestingly, everyone found your work to be powerful, provocative and poignant...a piece that can encourage honest dialogue and contemplation.”

On March 31st, we sent the Publication Letter of Agreement to Mr. Graham with the intent of publishing his work in the summer 2014 issue. He accepted our publication offer.

That is the background.


Jeffrey Lee Graham’s work is entitled “My Reactions to Despair.”


 
Without awareness of Mr. Graham’s work and through “messaging” with the spirit of Robin Williams, an aaduna Board member who is a licensed therapist in the mental health field, and in service as a Spiritual Seer offered a free public webinar to freely discuss and share the dynamics surrounding depression and suicide in light of the Robin Williams passing. We suspect despair may be the initial stage or warning signs of this deadly disease…depression.

Experience Mr. Graham’s creative book, “My Reactions to Despair” in the summer issue. And please take the time to embrace and support your family, friends and associates who struggle everyday to overcome what they may feel is a hopeless situation. Your helping hand and unsolicited kindness can save a life, lift someone up, and invigorate another’s spirit that needs a heartfelt word and show of support and caring. 



 Stay creative, 

bill