Monday, July 13, 2020
Join Susan Sonde on Zoom August 6th, 2020 at 6 pm
Join Susan Sonde on Zoom August 6th, 2020 at 6 pm
Berks Bards welcomes Susan Sonde to join us online on Zoom!
When: August 6th, 2020 at 6 pm
Where: TinyURL.com/VirtualBard
If required, please enter the Meeting ID 759 062 6042
Below is a sample prose poem from our featured poet:
FELINE PASTORAL, FELINE BLUES
My black and white tuxedo cat stares up at me. His world was once a cane, the hours took turns beating him; hung him like a slab of meat in their abattoirs. Rage cut his tongue in two. Tonight the wind retaliates. The leaves prattle on and on without surcease. Dust hurls itself at passersby. UPS delivers daily
the long insomnia-riddled nights. Clocks grow surly and the Devil leaps from a deviant’s throat. East to west, stove tops hustle, pushing kettles beyond their boiling points. The world’s gone rogue, juggles live bands and hand grenades while it wire walks. Sighs and whispers say all’s ending, yet the clouds still patrol the morning skies, yellow-gray in their gray barges.
Query the sounds a mad woman hears. Query the thoughts her mind shapes, the cries snow makes falling knife-like towards her throat.
What if the fork that nestles in a napkin’s folds ransacked the cloth in which it shelters and thinking for itself just long enough, found a heart in which to thrust itself? What if sunset called and no one came, or the sand on beaches
decried their emptiness…absence of footfall saddening them. Oh sunset your ravens worry me, your chicks are poorly loved. Deafening are the blows dealt the one who receives them. In air silence resonates, holds secrets to the stars and compound interest.
Some believe in the benefits of believing; invest heavily in the concept of an afterlife: standing room only, angels crowding about them, wings stuffed inside Hawaiian shirts; leis caged around their pale white throats.
Oh child of aging bone and fur, oblivious on your cushion. I kneel beside you…starving inmate invited to a banquet. Let’s enter our eternal rest together: ours the chair in which no one’s ever sat, ours the sea in which no protozoan ever swam. No doors lead out that don’t lead in.
No knowledge there of the weather, none of the blues. No shuteye to offer the departing.
Read the biography of Susan Sonde below:
Wednesday, June 10, 2020
Join Ken Pobo on Zoom July 2nd, 2020 at 6 pm
Berks Bards welcomes Ken Pobo to join us online on Zoom!
When: June 2nd, 2020 at 6 pm
Where: TinyURL.com/VirtualBard
If required, please enter the Meeting ID 759 062 6042
Below is a sample poem from our featured poet:
COVID-19 AND DAHLIAS
When I exhale in my mask
my glasses fog up. Today is humid.
I can barely see where I’m going.
That’s nothing new. My path
is always hazy. I have dahlias to pot up.
They need a head start so we can
enjoy them before fall. It’s not raining
but it feels like rain wants to visit.
I think of sturdy stalks,
Buds breaking open. Where will we be
in August? I may need the dahlias
to provide beauty, names
of the dead almost visible,
so many names. I put the pot
with two scaur swinton dahlias
near the shed, ask them
to do me a favor: grow,
be vital, bloom your pink heads off.
Bring a cloud down
and ask it to sing on the roof.
Listen to Ken Pobo's "Obscure Oldies" radio show on Saturdays from 6-8pm by visiting http://www.widecastradio.com/
Read Ken Pobo's Bio below:
Kenneth Pobo was born on August 24, 1954, in Elmhurst, Illinois, but he grew up one town over, in Villa Park. He attended Washington Elementary School, Jackson Jr. High School, and Willowbrook High School. His father Louis was a scientist at Argonne National Laboratory and his mother Myrtle was a homemaker. He has no siblings.For college, he attended Wheaton College in Illinois and for his M.A. and Ph.D. (in English in Creative Writing) he attended the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee. He received his doctorate in 1983. He began writing poetry on July 4, 1970, song lyrics in the style of “Crystal Blue Persuasion” by his still-favorite band, Tommy James and the Shondells. Writing lyrics became tiring due to the endless choruses and rhymes, and by the end of high school he turned more to free verse. He still enjoys working in more formal verse from time to time, but generally his work is in free verse. His first poem was published in 1974 in a small magazine called Jean’s Journal. He is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections. Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press), Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers), Dindi Expecting Snow (Duck Lake Books), and Wingbuds (cyberwit.net). He has two chapbooks forthcoming, Your Place Or Mine from The Poetry Society of Alabama and Book of Micah from Moonstone Arts. Two full-length books are forthcoming: Uneven Steven from Assure Press and Opening from Rectos Y Versos Editions. His interests in gardening and music have been central to his writing. Songs, usually from the sixties and often relatively obscure, float in and out of his lines. The garden is a central metaphor, a place of joy and meditation—but also of disease and death. Human rights issues, especially as they relate to the LGBTQIA+ community, are also a constant presence in his work. In addition to poetry, he also writes fiction and essays. He currently has an interest in blending forms more, exploring the shifting boundaries between poetry and fiction. He has taught at the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee, from 1977-1983 (teaching assistant); the University of Tennessee, Knoxville, from 1983-1987 (Instructor), and for the past thirty-plus years at Widener University in Chester, Pennsylvania (Associate Professor in Creative Writing and English). In 2007, he won the Lindback Award for excellence in teaching. He retired in May 2020.Catch his radio show, “Obscure Oldies,” on Saturdays from 6-8pm EST at www.widecastradio.com
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Our Poetry News: May 2020.
2021 into 2022 Update—We first shared this article in May 2020 during Mental Health Awareness Month when we were all collectively, freshly into the early months of COVID-19's lessons and impacts. It feels fair to say that we as people had no true idea of what was ahead of us and the toll of complex factors around this, with our lives uprooted more than 5 million pandemic-specific deaths worldwide into now, navigating brought-to-the-surface racial and economic unrest, and exhaustion from all of these overlapping aspects of what we mentally process daily, combined with whatever we are each dealing with individually in our specific struggles. So we're sharing this article one more time as a reminder to allow self-lulling, to rest, to make room for absorbing art sometimes, and also space and freedom to create it, and to be kind to yourself in a hard world which does still have beauty around the next corner, if you let yourself be open to looking for the light.
Thursday, May 14, 2020
Join Joseph Ross on Zoom June 4th, 2020 at 6 pm
Berks Bards welcomes Joseph Ross to join us online on Zoom!
When: June 4th, 2020 at 6 pm
Where: TinyURL.com/VirtualBard
If required, please enter the Meeting ID 759 062 6042
Read Joseph Ross' Bio below:
Joseph Ross is the author of three books of poetry: Ache (2017), Gospel of Dust (2013) and Meeting Bone Man (2012). His poems appear in many places including, The Los Angeles Times, Poet Lore, Xavier Review, Beltway Poetry Quarterly and Drumvoices Revue. He has received multiple Pushcart Prize nominations and won the 2012 Pratt Library / Little Patuxent Review Poetry Prize. He recently served as the 23rd Poet-in-Residence for the Howard County Poetry and Literature Society in Howard County, Maryland. He teaches English and Creative Writing at Gonzaga College High School in Washington, D.C. and writes regularly at www.JosephRoss.net.
Below is a sample poem from our featured poet:
Nelson Mandela Speaks to Trayvon Martin
I walk down Fox Street
in Johannesburg at dawn.
A light rain darkens my shoes,
they scrape against the small
stones. I am standing
in the doorway when I see you
across the street, on the corner,
looking at me. You wear no hood
today. You smile & walk
toward me. I smile & wait
for you. The day begins
here. Coffee & tea stands
push back their canvas
covers. A whistle sings
from the train station.
Your arms swing
at your sides like only
a teenage boy’s arms
can swing. You look
like you might open
your mouth to sing. There
is no SUV in sight.
I am not sure how
to greet you so I look
at your wet, grass-stained shoes,
then back at your seventeen
year-old face. I say:
“Come in, out of the rain.”
by Joseph Ross, from Ache (Sibling Rivalry Press, 2017)
Learn more about Joseph Ross by visiting www.JosephRoss.net
Brandon Krieg Virtual Poetry Reading
May 7th, 2020 - Brandon Krieg joined Berks Bards on Zoom to read his selected poetry.
Brandon Krieg is the author of Magnifier, winner of the 2019 Colorado Prize for Poetry chosen by Kazim Ali, as well as In the Gorge (Codhill Press), Invasives (New Rivers Press), a finalist for the 2015 ASLE Book Award in Environmental Creative Writing, and a chapbook, Source to Mouth (DIAGRAM/New Michigan Press). He is Assistant Professor of English at Kutztown University and lives in Kutztown, PA, with his spouse, Colleen O'Brien, and their son.
Friday, May 1, 2020
Join Brandon Krieg on Zoom May 7th, 2020 at 6 pm
Below is a sample poem from our featured poet:
The Lover in Winter Plaineth
Machines grind wind’s fangs
to flour. Piles heap
on the outskirts. I cannot see
to the edge. I creep
again to my niche. I sleep,
fingers triggered
from touching the keys.
Alders wave the river smell
into the hangar. I kneel again to scrape
gilt from illuminations
for re-use. Piles heap
on the outskirts. The outskirts
creep. An orchard could be
in the light at the end of the open hangar.
I cannot see to the edge.
I copy what the dead sang
about the fangs of the wind
though the wind had been de-fanged.
The piles. The outskirts.
I creep. I sleep.
Learn more about Brandon Krieg by visiting https://brandonkrieg.com/
Here's how to join us & Brandon Krieg online on May 7th:
- Go to https://tinyurl.com/VirtualBard
- If required, please enter the Meeting ID 759 062 6042
Sincerely,
Your friends at Berks Bards






