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seekingstars · 2 years ago
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Bread and Butter - Gayle Brandeis
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therumpus · 2 years ago
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Below are some books that Rumpus editors are eagerly anticipating that will be published in the first half of 2023. You can also join us at The Rumpus Book Club and The Rumpus Poetry Book Club, where we’ll be reading more amazing titles and talking with authors year-round. Read the full article here; pre-order at the links below!
Drawing Breath by Gayle Brandeis (out February 7)
Wolfish by Erica Berry (out February 21)
The Dead are Gods by Eirinie Carson (out April 11)
Deep as the Sky, Red as the Sea by Rita Chang-Eppig (out June 6)
A Living Remedy by Nicole Chung (out April 4)
Our Share of the Night by Mariana Enriquez (out February 7)
I Do Everything I’m Told by Megan Fernandes (out June 20)
Ten Planets by Yuri Herrera (out March 21)
Arrangements in Blue by Amy Key (out May 9)
White Cat, Black Dog by Kelly Link (out March 28)
When Trying to Return Home by Jennifer Maritza McCauley (out February 7)
You Could Make This Place Beautiful by Maggie Smith (out April 11)
Meet Me Tonight in Atlantic City by Jane Wong (out May 16)
The People Who Report More Stress by Alejandro Varela (out April 24)
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wornkindness · 2 months ago
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      “Maybe story is the blood of ghosts.”
many restless concerns: the victims of countess bathory speak in chorus ; gayle brandeis  --   @uruuk   ┊┊⋆˚ *❀‧₊˚   poetry starter call
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rebeccawrites33 · 2 years ago
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From Last Month's Musings & Movement with Gayle Brandeis & Myself:
A Body Poem unfolds much like a guided meditation, a space you might note sensations, places where your body feels more alive, or, perhaps, is numbed.
• Put on music or nature sounds.
• Find a place of stillness.
• Fold your body into any shape that honors stillness and comfort.
• Notice what steams and bubbles, much like a poem, the metaphors, and the images within and on the surface of your body.
Next Class: May 4th at 10 am PST / 11 am MST / 12 pm CST / 1 pm EST.
Registration is in comments.
Musings & Movement
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hazeleyedwoman · 11 months ago
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The Book of Dead Birds by Gayle Brandeis
what's a book you read as a teenager that was so magical and personally profound to you it literally changed your life, doesnt matter if the book was actually well written or not. mine's probably the catcher in the rye
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autumnbell32 · 24 days ago
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-from, “Homes,” by Gayle Brandeis
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storyvoice · 7 months ago
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Come back
Come back to the heartbeat, the pulse, the rhythm we all walk to, regardless of nation or color. Come back to the breath – inhale, take the world deep into your lungs; exhale, give yourself back fully. This is what the body says: release the peace that lives within your skin.” Gayle Brandeis from, The Body Politic of Peace my photo taken in July 2021
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tills-poetry-wednesday · 1 year ago
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Poetry Wednesday - Episode 25
Gayle Brandeis - Bread and Butter
Life is so complex in its basic moments. We currently witness that nothing that we took for granted is actually a given. Will we ever find a moment again to share a kiss before we know what we are even doing?
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finishinglinepress · 2 years ago
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FLP POETRY BOOK OF THE DAY: Weaver’s Knot by Glenda Bailey-Mershon
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Weaver’s Knot immerses readers in the lives of textile mill workers, weavers, and needleworkers of #Appalachia, and intrigues with the colorful tapestry of ethnic groups who mingle there. We are introduced to a traditional folksinger with a voice “granite rich and husky,” and a Romani poet who beguiles a bored coffeehouse audience with Manouche jazz. “Everything’s a song,” she says. “Mountain girls” skat, dance to rain drumming on city roofs, and sass strangers who try to seduce with cock-eyed complements. Here mountains settle around one’s shoulders like a familiar shawl, sacred streams flow with prayers, and grandmothers four generations removed sing echoing lullabies. Here also one finds love for humanity––”cunningly organized particles”—and devotion to the mountain “landscapes dipped in honey.” #poetry #read #creativewriting #goodreads
Glenda Bailey-Mershon grew up at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains, among a textile-mill working and farming family with diverse roots. She lived for years in Chicago and Florida, and now has a home again in the Carolinas. Her work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including most recently Wagtail: The Roma Women’s Poetry Anthology (Butcher’s Dog, UK). She is also the author of Eve’s Garden, a novel about three generations of Romani women (Twisted Road). Her previous poetry publications include the chapbooks sa-co-ni-ge/blue smoke: Poems from the Southern Appalachians (Jane’s Stories); and Bird Talk (Wild Dove). She also edited four anthologies by women writers under the auspices of Jane’s Stories Press Foundation, which she co-founded.
PRAISE FOR Weaver’s Knot by Glenda Bailey-Mershon
“‘Everything’s a song, I say,’ writes Glenda Bailey-Mershon, and this collection is indeed full of song—poems that skat and pulse and pluck and stir, poems that sing with the ancestors and cartwheel out to the stars. Bailey-Mershon dedicates Weaver’s Knot in part to ‘the women in my family who tied knots so fine they’ve held for generations.’ The knots she ties in this beautiful collection are equally fine, equally lasting—fibers of language wrapped in golden light.”
–Gayle Brandeis, Author of Many Restless Concerns: The Victims of Countess Bathory Speak in Chorus (A Testimony), The Selfless Bliss of the Body, and Fruitflesh: Seeds of Inspiration for Women Who Write
This collection approaches poetic perfection. Bailey-Mershon celebrates her rich and diverse ancestral history with poems that resonate with narrative, lyric, and imagistic brilliance. There is mourning, too, for all that has been lost: ancestors, a beloved son, language, tradition, a harsh but simpler time. Bailey-Mershon documents working class life with a focus on women’s experiences: the joy, the drudgery, the complex relationships to kin and community. The ancestral poems connect to a fascinating, science-informed section that explores new, mind-bending theories of the universe. The string theory of physics is the perfect metaphor for the weavers’ threads that tie this book together. This collection is one of this year’s must-read books.
–Ellen LaFleche, author of Walking Into Lightning, a collection of grief poems about her husband’s death from ALS.
This journey of a mill town girl coming into herself may be just the book you need to read right now.
–Camille T. Dungy, Author of Trophic Cascade and the finalist for the National Book Award, Guidebook to Relative Strangers
You’ll want to read this collection of poems twice—once for the stories, and again for the language, and perhaps even once again to let Bailey-Mershon’s imagery rain down on you like her beloved stars. With each turn of phrase, Bailey-Mershon channels her Roma and Native American ancestors as surely as she breathes – their fierce connection to nature, their devotion to family. Her ability to, within a single stanza, transcend time and connect the then to the now is magical and breathtaking. Bailey-Mershon writes with the passion of youth, the wisdom of maturity, and the confidence of a woman with something important to say. Let’s hope she has much more to tell us.
–Tricia Booker, author of The Place of Peace and Crickets: how adoption, heartache and love built a family, University of North Florida writing faculty
“I have a hard time fathoming that this is Glenda Bailey-Mershon’s first full-length book of poetry, because she has influenced my writing so immensely during the last decade with her prolific prose. Poetry flows throughout her debut novel Eve’s Garden, and finally her clever word play is spotlighted in this captivating collection of verse.”
–Chris Bodor, Editor-In-Chief of A.C. Papa Literary Journal
“Walk with this poet of amazing skill through lushly-described landscapes to visit generations of compelling Roma and Cherokee people you will not soon forget.”
–Darlyn Finch Kuhn, author of Red Wax Rose, Three Houses, and Sewing Holes.
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nbula-rising · 6 years ago
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Bread and Butter
Bread and Butter By Gayle Brandeis for Michael I often wonder how people figured things out—simple things like bread and butter. How did the first person know to grind and knead and bake, to milk and skim and churn? How did someone realize they could soak olives in lye or let grape juice ferment inside casks of oak? How, when we first leaned toward each other, did our tongues know to touch before our brains knew we were going to kiss at all?
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devingalaudet · 7 years ago
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poetsandwriters · 7 years ago
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Awareness of mortality—others’ and my own—has been my most profound source of motivation...the thing that pushes me out of my comfort zone, pushes me back to the page, pushes me to open my heart, to stop playing safe, to take creative risks while I still can. We’re all going to die someday. We might as well shine.
Gayle Brandeis, in this week’s Writers Recommend (Poets & Writers, 2017)
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lunchboxpoems · 7 years ago
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FEELING EAST
I used to think East was wherever I pointed my right hand. I was six, my body the center of space, the axis on which directions turned. When I learned directions are fixed, that our bodies move through space like fish, East became the sunrise, but, even more so, the lake. Around Chicago, Lake Michigan is what is East, and my body could always feel its presence. Riding home from the city, dozing in the back seat, I always knew where we were.
Living out West now, I find directions hazy as smog. My right hand points to mountains, to palms, but their presence looms light in my body. When I get lost, and I do, I close my eyes and try to feel East, tracing sharp shores of memory, the pull of the lake in my blood, following the three right turns home.
GAYLE BRANDEIS
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wornkindness · 2 months ago
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       "The water and the wind are friends, you have to make friends with them if you want to be safe."
super powers ; gayle brandeis  --  @victoriousfidelity ┊┊⋆˚ *❀‧₊˚   poetry starter call
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rebeccawrites33 · 2 years ago
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Gayle Brandeis and I have our monthly connection, Musings & Movement, tomorrow. Yes. Already. Every first Thursday, we meet virtually, 10 am PST / 11 am MST / 12 pm CST / 1 pm EST. Every meet, we share, gentle body activities paired with writerly prompts and ideas. Every offer is free. Okay. Nothing is really free. There's the investment of your half hour and the investment of our hearts and experiences. This month, in celebration of National Poetry Month, we'll focus on the body as poetry. We hope to see you there. About Musings & Movements: Our bodies hold story. Our bodies speak to us and often physical symptoms are worth creative and inner exploration. During this free monthly connection, Gayle Brandeis and Rebecca Evans will weave literary inspiration, prompts, and craft chatter with flexibility, strength, and empowerment tools, helping you arrive at your best. Plan on 30 minutes. Plan to take away a new tool each month that you can easily apply to your schedule. Please register to receive the Zoom link. Link to register in comments.
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doug-man-1989 · 7 years ago
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The Art of Misdiagnosis by Gayle Brandeis
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