LEFT HAND DHARMA by Belinda Subraman, reviewed by Heidi Blakeslee

Published by Unlikely Books.

Available on Amazon.

This book of poetry is different from any other I’ve ever read.  For one thing, it spans nearly four decades with poems from the early ‘80s through today.  There are collections of poems from long ago that read like they were written yesterday.  The blazing arrow that binds them all together is Belinda’s no-bullshit in your face truth.  You can tell that she found her poetry voice early and stuck with it.  

By far the two most fascinating subjects in here for me were her poems about working as a hospice nurse and a nurse on a psych ward.  “Late night at the psyche ward” from her collection Lummox Press Red Book Series #37 (2001) and “Notes of a human warehouse engineer” from Liquid Paper Press (1998,) are two collections that are not to be missed.  “Notes of a human warehouse engineer” won first prize in the 1998 Nerve Cowboy Chapbook Contest.  It’s easy to see why.  Subraman curates vivid moments from her time there, expertly helping the reader understand the jarring and sometimes hectic atmosphere. 

As a peer support specialist who has seen the inside of a psych ward and a crisis unit, I can say that it was interesting to see things from the perspective of a nurse.  Belinda speaks of seeing people at their very worst and treating them with dignity, respect, and kindness.  She is honest about the challenges of nursing work, teasing out difficult truths from her early morning hours there.  She takes us to the very limits of her own patience with aplomb.  She captures the often thankless moments of dealing with patients who are in psychosis, in the grips of dementia, in the throes of mania or schizophrenia.  She talks about coming to terms with the limits of her own sanity in some of these situations and what comes out is a very humanizing view of mental health care and end of life care.  

Many of her poems about the hypocrisy of religion, sprinkled liberally throughout the book, also really touched me.  I applaud her bravery in writing about such difficult subjects openly and honestly, without fear of reproachment. 

 Some of the poetry, not on these subjects, is beat-like in nature.  It is trippy in the best way, deeply philosophical, esoteric, and always blisteringly true.  The beginning of the book offers an informative, in-depth introduction by the author.  

There are countless reasons why picking up a copy of Left Hand Dharma is rewarding.  Go forth, intrepid readers, and discover this gem for yourself.

From Late Night in the Psyche Ward

Peter is back after only eight days.

He was caught directing traffic, naked,

claiming to be Charlie Manson and Hitler.

He’s sunburned, scratched up.

His feet are cracked and cut

from walking barefoot.

His voice is garbled, sounds like he’s barking

with a mouth full of gravel.

But he continues dropping lists at the desk.

Some lists tell us who he is: “a homosexual and a lesbian

and Zar governor of the Andromeda Strain…”

Some tell us diseases he wants cured: “Soviet’s tongue,

Heineken’s Turmoil, defecation rot…”

Other lists tell us who he wants

at his “ordination breakfast”

where “wurlitzer coffee” is to be served.

He wants Clinton, Popeye, Queen of England,

Daffy Duck, Mortimer Snerd, King Tut…

In the past he’s told me

he sold dope to Jerry Garcia,

shot up with Grace Slick.

Said he likes “combo shotgun”

and rattled off a list of drugs.

He showed me “tracks” on his arm.

But I didn’t see much, two or three red dots.

And I just got his toxicology screen results.

Negative for all drugs.

His problem is his brain.

Schizophrenic for 50 years.

He’s basically harmless.

Claims to be God-fearing

and—God.

Belinda Subraman has been writing poetry since the 6th grade and publishing since college.  She had a ten year run editing and publishing Gypsy Literary Magazine 1984-1994. She edited books by Vergin' Press, among them: Henry Miller and My Big Sur Days by Judson Crews. She also published Sanctuary Tape Series (1983-90) which was a mastered compilation of audio poetry and original music from around the world. 

Belinda is a mixed media artist as well as a poet and publisher of GAS: Poetry, Art & Music video show and journal. Her art has been featured in Beyond Words, Epoch, Flora Fiction, Unlikely Stories, Eclectica, North of Oxford, Raw Art Review, El Paso News and Red Fez.  She sells prints of her work in her Mystical House Etsy shop.  

Heidi Blakeslee's review of Su Zi's CHIRP (Hysterical Books Press 2019)

First, Chirp is a consummate work of art.  From the minimalist title to the quirky colorful cover, this book stands out visually.  But inside.  Inside is all of the nature bird magic I had hoped for and then more.

The entire work is wonderfully and lovingly crafted into strict haiku stanzas.  There are no titles, rather the work flows consistently from the beginning to the end.  All bird names and many words depicting nature are capitalized, while oftentimes new stanzas are not.  The effect is brilliantly jarring at times and achingly lovely in turns, much like a bird sighting.  It gives me the feeling that nature is being revered and deserves the extra dignity of a capitalized descriptor.

Digging deeper, some stanzas kept me saying “damn” under my breath.  The amount of restraint and imagination that it must have taken to write a book of this magnitude should be respected.  The selection of descriptor words chosen for each stanza is flawless.  I have never read a work like this, and probably won’t again.  No word is out of place.

I think of Basho.  I think of Adrienne Rich.  I can picture myself in the woods jotting down every bird call and every colorful wing I saw.  The work captures the spirituality of time spent in nature.  Jam-packed with honesty, color, and lyrical precision, “Chirp” is a joy to read.  Su Zi just gets it.

From page 21:

new leaves glow under

ambling clouds gray with promise.

Time past, parents wed.

at morning, scrubjays

collective conversation

matches the gray wind.

prodigal, their white 

elliptical strut hunts bugs

no regrets, Egrets.

afternoon, Mockingbird 

Griot of his odyssey

some lost, ancient songs.

Heidi Blakeslee’s interview of Thasia Anne Lunger, Producer of the WOMEN OF WORD: WITH A FEW MAN-MADE WORDS, Poetry, Dance, and Music Show

In March 2021, Thasia and her gang of faithful WOW-iers took the stage for year ten at Erie, Pa’s Blasco Library.

Heidi: Where did you get the inspiration for WOW?

Thasia:  It was autumn of 2009.  I was recovering from my fall and subsequent brain injury and had begun hanging out on Friday nights at a local book store. Such a cool atmosphere with a fireplace and welcoming poets.  I had produced a chapbook about domestic violence in the early nineties and used it to help heal other survivors. I was sitting in the bookstore and a tall warrior type gorgeous red haired woman went to the mic and read a poem on domestic violence. I was immediately struck with how her poem spoke to one of mine. 

A couple weeks later someone read a poem on the loss of a child. I have an unpublished collection of poems about the loss of my 26 year old son. Again I was struck with the thought her poem spoke to mine. That was the seed of using poetry to talk about difficult situations. Over the years we have tackled many difficult and upsetting subjects in a calm respectful way that allows the audience to contemplate both sides.  Subjects included: domestic violence, rape, incest, PTSD, death and loss, human trafficking, abortion, poverty, addiction, gun violence and many others.

Heidi: What are some differences between year one and year ten? 

Thasia: Year one was virginal in this whole aspect. I called it Women of Word, and it was only female participants of varying ages. Heidi, you are one of my original Wow-iers.  The event was held in Smith Chapel at Penn State Behrend.   We always start the show with each poet stating a negative word on our yearly theme, and end the show on a positive word. The first year it was feelings about women and our 80-something wonder woman, Marge Wonner, yelled “Slut” in the Chapel!  I knew immediately we needed a more progressive space! By year two, I already felt the need to add some phenomenal male voices to the mix. We have since been known as Women of Word featuring a few Man Made Words. WOW.

Heidi: How many people have been involved over the years?

Thasia: We have showcased close to 40 voices of nearly all ages.  Heidi you have been in all but one. There are two of you with that distinction, you and Marjorie Wonner. I am so proud to include 5 professors, 2 world class dancers, 5 social workers, 1 Poet Laureate, and an adjunct instructor/ teacher. WOW was previously held at 2 Universities, Penn State Behrend and Edinboro University. All of it in a one of a kind show that started right here in Erie County, PA.

Heidi: Are any past WOW performances available for viewing? 

Thasia: In the past they were all videotaped on one camera, which made for a very amateur looking video. This year I received a grant to hire the local CAM media crew, and with three cameras the results are pretty amazing. I also jumped into live performance in 2021 by live streaming. There were so many new aspects this year. We had a new venue with the Erie County Raymond Blasco Library offering up the Hirt Auditorium that will be our new home. Much bigger and brighter. Also to live stream we all needed to have lavalier mics, which was a complicated first. We joined up for the first time with Sovereign ballet, and went from one dancer to four. Another first was Gisele Littrell with two original songs on guitar that fit beautifully.

Heidi: Where do you see WOW going in the future? 

Thasia: With our new venue with triple the seating capacity that we had on the Edinboro University Campus, so many more folks can experience live poetry in a completely different way than they have in the past. Also with the live streaming in its infancy with WOW, I was able to determine by the comments left for us that we reached NYC, Buffalo, LA., Oregon, Orlando, Winter Haven, and Davenport, Fl., Meadville and Erie, PA.

Heidi: What is your favorite aspect of producing WOW? 

Thasia: Seeing the voices in my head become reality. Hearing a song on the radio, and with no dance experience finding someone who can make that happen. How we have represented Erie and been spoken of in other countries such as India, several African countries, and educated so many on such a varied array of subjects.

Heidi: Thasia, thank you so much for speaking with me today!  Women of Word is still going strong and that makes me so happy.  I can’t wait to see what you think up for us next year!

To view WOW 2021, the ten year celebration, you can go online to CAMErie.PA  The edited version will be aired 4/ 9 @ 7pm and 4/10 @ 5pm. If you have any questions or comments, Thasia can be reached at tannetaf@gmail.com 
The CAM schedule changes monthly and Thasia can let you know when to catch WOW on tv.  

Review of Joshua Michael Stewart’s THE BASTARD CHILDREN OF DHARMA BUMS BY Heidi Blakeslee

This book is delightfully twofold.  The first section is 34 pgs of what Stewart calls “sculpted poems.”  The words from each poem are taken from different chapters of Kerouac’s “The Dharma Bums.”  The effort used to extract the beautiful and interesting words from each page is well spent.  The project is a literary experiment that makes me want to try one of my own.  The tone throughout this section is at times disjointed with odd abutments and at other times karmic and smooth.  

8.

Trackless snow along a white farmhouse,

dogs bark through the void.

Li Po getting drunk on God— drinking

a whole new way of living.

I’m sick of civilization.

We can’t drive back home.

Maybe it won’t be so cold tonight.

I’ll light a bonfire by nightfall.

Past adventures bless my boyhood.

Grave eyes cry like birds.

The second part of the work is poetry with subjects pertaining to the hermit life.  Some lines are a mutation of Buddhist nature fantasy; others are lovingly devoted to talking about cats.  Still others speak to a personal history of healing from a difficult childhood.  Each poem is rich, a feast for the mind.

 Something must also be said about the strength of the nature imagery in here.  As a perpetual woods-wanderer growing up in rural western Pa, I can attest to the magic of trees.  To me Stewart’s work came off as an autoethnography of self-isolation and the healing powers of meditation.  Throughout this section Stewart expands upon his style of flash-memoir, (as opposed to flash fiction,) writing paragraphs about his experiences in nature. These paragraphs are juxtaposed next to 3-5 short lines of poetry, some of which are Tanka and haiku.  The combination of those two forms drew me further into the book.  

Above all, every poem is meticulously and tenderly worded.  This isn’t a stream of consciousness writer who goes all willy-nilly in this book.  The Dharma here is the truth of Stewart’s soul laid bare.  Some of the poems, like “To life,” add a layer of depth to the work that feels welcome amidst the other themes.  Hell, if I can spend time reading poems that other people have written about cats, then I will do so.

To Life

To the cat, I’m no more than a stepladder-- a tool for look-

ing out the window. From here on the bed, I see a scribble 

of branches, the occasional flash of bird, and the dusty

underside of drawn-up blinds.  The cat reports on the ground 

activity. His chatters indicate the robin’s return.  His yowls

announce that the calico next-door is all belly and paws in a 

patch of sun. Today, there are no big questions I’ll ask or try 

to answer. Instead, I’ll fold my hands on my chest, and tap a

finger along to my neighbor’s hammer as he pounds some-

thing beautiful and strong to life.

                                             sundown

                                             sunrise

                                             a butterfly

                                             opens and closes

                                             its wings”

In short, Joshua Michael Stewart’s The Bastard Children of Dharma Bums from Human Error Publishing is an exquisite read.  I’m really glad I read it during the first week of spring.

Joshua Michael Stewart has had poems published in the Massachusetts Review, Louisville Review, Rattle, Night Train, Evansville Review, Cold Mountain Review, and many others. His first full-length collection of poems, Break Every String, was published by Hedgerow Books in April 2016. He received his BA from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst, and lives in Ware, Massachusetts. He’s employed as a Teacher/Counselor, working with individuals with special needs. 

A review of John Burroughs’ RATTLE AND NUMB by Heidi Blakeslee

Rattle & Numb is one of those poetry books that you can’t read straight through.  I mean, it’s possible, but I couldn’t.  Lines and rhymes and doubletalk and triple meaning got my brain working like a Rubik’s cube.  This guy is the writer equivalent of Michael Jordan in the ‘90s.  But somehow more nimble.  He’s the Kristi Yamaguchi of the ‘90s.  For sure.  Triple axel is definitely an applicable term to use for some of these stanzas.  

If you would, please partake of a sample from “Identity Crisis” on page 19:

“I don’t want to live in vain

I want to be like Steven B. Smith

Maybe Salinger

A .44 Magnum

Not just a Derringer

Johnny Cash, Johnny Carson, Gary Larsen

Tearing down Bergen-Belsen, Washington D.C.

Garfield and Odie, O.D., and Oh Die

I want to give Peace a chance

But be able to accept that War

Is her partner in the cosmic dance

Accept that both are lies

That nothing in this universe is left to chance”

Now you know what I’m talking about.  I’m thinking about one meaning, then another, and they open and stretch my mind a bit.  After reading some of these heavy-hitting phonetic logjammers, I like to take a break.  I let the language challenge me and tickle my brain.

I also couldn’t help but think of the radical feminist theologian Mary Daly, (1928-2010,) and her “Gyn/Ecology: The Metaethics of Radical Feminism” (1978).  She was a thinker who actually made an entire universe of words with double meanings, more effective meanings, and a middle finger up to the patriarchy.  Check out her “Webster’s First New Intergalactic Wickedary of the English Language” if you’re curious.

In any case, “Rattle & Numb” is also filled with the manic exuberance of pure genius.  You can tell that some of the poems were lightning bolts that wrote themselves, while others had to have taken many hours to perfect.  He is not shy about his sexuality or challenges he has faced.  Deaths, loves unrequited and very-quited. (See what I did there?)  Trippy, philosophical binges of fancy and self-flagellation appear frequently.  The book is complex.  It’s worth a close reading if you’d like a fascinating foray into the mind of a modern day beat poet.  This one will stick with me.

Rattle and Numb is available through bookshop.org 

Listen to an interview with John on GAS.

John B. Burroughs serves as the Ohio Beat Poet Laureate (2019-21) and his most recent book is Rattle & Numb: Selected and New Poems, 1992-2019 [2019, Venetian Spider Press]. Burroughs moderates the Cleveland Poetics blog and online Northeast Ohio Literary Calendar at clevelandpoetry.com. Since 2008, he has served as the founding editor of Crisis Chronicles Press.

A Review of Bart Solarczyk’s TILTED WORLD (Low Ghost Press 2019) by Heidi Blakeslee

 Bart Solarczyk lives in Pittsburgh PA with his dog & cat. Over the past thirty-eight years he’s published poems in a variety of litmags & anthologies. His work has recently appeared in Big Hammer, Street Value, Live Nude Poems, Rasputin, Winedrunk Sidewalk, The Pittsburgh Book Review, River Dog & Roadside Raven Review. He is the author of nine chapbooks. Tilted World is his first full-length collection of poems.

When diving into this copy I thought, hmm, “Tilted World.”  Could he mean like, “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas?” Were bats indeed flying over the windshield?  Or perhaps just that everything in our society is askew?  After reading half the book in one go, I think it might be the former.  I don’t know.  Alcohol, poetry, and smoke have long been bedfellows, and frankly Solarczyk’s work makes me hope they stay that way.  

    Solarczyk’s poetry is a nod to Alice’s little white rabbit with alcohol standing in as the Jabberwocky. We follow him in and out of paisley rabbit holes.  While there, he shows us gritty and honest things.  He shows us quirky things, as in his poem about his daughter eating Lunchables, “My Strange Daughter.”

    Some of the poems are sparse, abrupt, and jarring.  Other poems delivered a depth of thought about the ugly side of life that I didn’t know I was craving.  Although some of the work is playful, there is a bleaker side to some of the lines.  Still, they satisfied the corner of my brain that longs for oddity and edginess. Solarczyk is very much a writing-man’s poet, dedicating a poem here or there to other prominent writer friends.

    His truths about how a body gets through life with the aid/horror of drink and how a mind gets through life with the balm/curiosity of cannabis play prominently throughout.  I enjoyed “Tilted World” because Solarczyk’s meticulous “real deal” writing captivated my interest right away and held it through the entire work.  I had no idea where I was going next and I loved that.

    If you’re in the mood for some imaginative lines from the gut, true poetry, give “Tilted World” a read.  You’ll be glad you did.

Tilted World

For every pair of mismatched socks

there’s a blind man happy to oblige

for every sock lost in the dryer

there’s a weary amputee

I walk in peace, I mean no harm

still the crow shits on my head

such exquisite balance

requires a tilted world.

Hear a review and reading by Bart in GAS video show #3.

Heidi Blakeslee's review of TODAY IS A MICHIGAN GHOST TOWN by Matt Borczon (Concrete Mist Press)

Matt Borczon’s writing has grace. If I see a Borczon poem anywhere, I immediately know it is his just by looking at the form.  The idiosyncratic line that he has developed for his unique voice is both superb and bold.  Every word belongs.  Every simile fits.  He never misspeaks. 

The poetry flows down the page and the speed of the lines can lull you into a false sense of comfort, but only for so long.  I know that there is almost always a punch in the gut, or three or four coming soon.  Truth bombs.  Unequivocal, relatable, and sometimes downright dirty.  Every poem has at least one and every bomb resonates throughout the rest of the book.  He expertly weaves his musings on the rough sides of life with the delicate skeletons of his past. 

 

Favorite themes in this work include: the strength of nature, feeling like you are one against the world, getting lucky, dogged determination, music, and loves both lost and lingering.

Best of all, at the end of the work is an interview with Scott Thomas Outlar which provides a wonderful cap of information about Matt’s start in writing, and his inspirations.

 I would recommend TODAY IS A MICHIGAN GHOST TOWN  for anyone looking to dig a little deeper.  For those gnarled punk rock souls who love the stew.  For hard-fighting dogs.  For hard-drinking youths who need communion.  This is for all of them, and you.

Southern gothic

Beneath 

unblinking stars

blind cats

bump along

the alley

and nobody

begs change

on the

street corners

of this

dead city

ghosts haunt

the doorways

and the

diners as

lost children

call home

and leave

messages

on ancient

answering machines

in the

hum of

the tape 

noise they

tell their

parents

they are

ok still

alive still

moving like

sharks swimming

across the

deep south

where they

listen to

thunder 

without lightning

and know 

it is only

the devil

setting the

table

they know

this because

the devil 

is the

only one

who doesn’t

have to

wait for

the rain.

Matthew Borczon is a poet from Erie Pa. He has written 15 books of poetry so far. He publishes widely in both print and online journals. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Best of the Net. When not writing he is a nurse for developmentally disabled adults. He is married and has four great kids.

A Review of Brian Rihlmann’s NIGHT AT MY THROAT by Heidi Blakeslee

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    I wanted to sit down and read a couple of poems from this collection to get a feel for what I was about to get into, but that was not meant to be.  One became ten, ten became twenty, and before long I had consumed the entire book like a tube of Pringles.  

I then realized that what I had before me was a looking glass into the soul of Bukowski’s son.  If Bukowski had a son who was hardworking, hard-drinking, and a lover of broads, then this is him.  

The poetry has central themes that are relatable: tenacity, inherited mental health problems, complexities of human interaction, wisdom, and broads. This writing drew me in first with a masterful use of atmospheric metaphor.  Rihlmann’s world is at turns bleak and lovely, and always true.

One of the reasons why Bukowski fans are as such is because of the humor interwoven between the pain and chaos of his lines.  “Night at my throat” delivers tough moments in such a way that makes me think that Rihlmann’s eyes are twinkling as he writes.  Of course, the other side of twinkling eyes is insanity.  Despite this, Rihlmann works the line well so that in the end we’re rooting for him.  Even if he is crazy.  Even if we all are.

“Night at my throat,” published by Pony One Dog Press, is a worthy traveling companion for anyone looking for some poetry that will make you think about life, death, and most importantly, the journey.

From “Hoarder”

I used to watch shows

about hoarders

and think my god....

how can you live

like that?

in houses filled

with rats or cats

in houses packed

with the accumulated junk

of a lifetime

in houses with plumbing

that doesn’t work anymore

so you shit in plastic bags

and throw them in the basement

I mean

what the fuck

is wrong

with you people?

but now

two plus years sober

as I daily navigate

the junkyard and sewer

of my own mind

scraping congealed puddles

of who knows what

off the floor 

under white hot spotlights

of teetotaler awareness…

I don’t wonder

about that anymore

Brian Rihlmann comes out of a tradition that seems to be fading in our country, that of the self-taught poet. His experiences in jobs as varied as car washes, horse stables, construction and warehousing to bartending, truck driving, working as a personal trainer and commercial photographer, just to name a few, have shaped his work and provided an inexhaustible source of material.

His broad work experiences and wide travels in the United States have made him an authentic observer of American values and life. He writes with conviction about racism, the glorification of money, the disrespect for the elderly and the poor, and about the American gun culture. He is currently sheltering in place near Reno, Nevada. He is the author of a previous collection of poems called Ordinary Trauma and is widely published online.

A Review of Thasia Anne’s “Subtle Shade of Bruise” (Alien Buddha Press, 2019) by Heidi Blakeslee

 

    

 Have you ever wondered how victims of domestic violence see the world?  Or perhaps, how they can rebuild after living periods of their lives in daily terror?  Thasia Anne’s work, Subtle Shade of Bruise takes up the call.  Visceral, Thasia’s poetry in this book is intensely personal, courageous, and necessary.

    After her harrowing experiences with her first husband, Thasia began to rebuild her life.  With two children to raise and no money coming in, she writes about how she persisted through challenges to ultimately become a social worker who helped others every day.  Though Thasia is also an artist, poetry gave her the vehicle she needed to fully express what she had gone through and build a strong bridge to connect her story to other survivors.

    Though many of the poems here lay plain the horrors of domestic violence: the loss of self, the giving up of hope, and physical pain, Thasia’s strength pulls us to the end of the book with a new admiration of human fortitude.  

    Through her healing process she took off like a rocket, turned her life around, and today is a vocal advocate for victims of interpersonal violence.  Thasia also is a community producer of Women of Word, a yearly production of poetry, dance, and music that is going into its tenth year.  She also shines in her cable access TV show “Poetry, Prose, and Personalities.”

    Subtle Shade of Bruise is an intense read, a strong autoethnography that forces the reader to stand in the footsteps of a woman warrior.  As a survivor of domestic violence, Thasia cuts through the red tape of society’s excuses for interpersonal violence and skewers the idea that anyone belongs to their partners.  She also points out that domestic violence can happen to anyone and provides empowerment tips and phone numbers that victims can call for help.

“Hurricane Husband” 

Hurricane husband/ battered at the door of my heart/ with his wild wind words/ that sliced and diced at 100 miles an hour/ and stripped my soul bare/ His voice forced my eyes closed/ to protect them from splinters and slivers/ that cause my psyche to shiver/ in the corner of my brain/ In his wind tunnel world/ where those words/ stretched the skin back from my face/ I lived with gale force words/  which left our relationship/ barren of any life/ Listless and breathless I waited/ on the roof of my soul waving my white flag/ Where was my rescue crew?

Thasia Anne is the producer, director, and participant in “Women of Word featuring a few Man Made Words, or (WOW)” on Edinboro University of Pennsylvania campus. “WOW” has a troop of poets reading individual poetry woven into powerful conversations, with 2019 being the ninth year. She has been published in “Picture This Anthology,” “Word Stock,” and “Delirious, a Celebration of Prince, as well as several Alien Buddha Press anthologies and Rust Belt Review #1.” Her most recent poetry books available on Amazon through Alien Buddha Press are “The Past is Calling,” “Broken Branches” and “Poetography,” which was created in collaboration with her photographer son and grandson. Thasia Anne also has a program on (CAM) Cable Access Media called “Poetry, Prose, and Personalities.” in Erie Pennsylvania where she lives contently with her videographer husband Bear. The program features interviews with local poets, artists, and people with big creative personalities from the community.

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