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Wednesday, December 11, 2024

Contents of California Quarterly Vol. 50, No. 4 (Winter 2024), eds. Marlene Hitt and Konrad Tademar Wilk

 

California Quarterly 50/4 (Winter 2024), eds. Marlene Hitt and Konrad Tademar Wilk. Cover Art: Petals of Memory. Photo of “Compassion” Rose by Maja Trochimczyk, 2022.


CONTENTS


Polymorphic Tumbled Stuff  —  Gurupreet K. Khalsa 7
The Lighthouse  —  Louise Moises 8
Sometimes at the Edge of Sleep — Deborah Bachels Schmidt 9
In the Season of the Crows,   Deborah Bachels Schmidt 10
bougainvillea cave Gregory Cecil 11
An Archaeology of Ignorance  — Joel Savishinsky 12
A Noiseless Spider (Revisited) — r.g. cantalupo 13
Of Singing Mice  — Deborah Bachels Schmidt 14
Puzzled — Carolyn Jabs 16
The Heat of the San Joaquin  Rosemary Ybarra-Garcia 17
In Dreams  Brian Cronwall 18
Resignation   Jonathan Bennett 19
A Candle, April 2020  — Carla S. Schick 20
Metal Ladies — Rosemary Ybarra-Garcia 22
All Hallows' Warning  — Joe DeCenzo 23
Without Hope   Caire Scott 24
Lifting the Spell  — Carolyn Jabs 25
On the Porch   Donna Emerson 26
Red Boat Remembers   Deborah B. Schmidt 27
Gloria’s Garden Café in Hilo, February 1993 — Brian Cronwall 28
How Does a Planet Evaporate? — Gurupreet K. Khalsa 29
The Snake Speaks   David Anderson 30
The Patriarchs Die First —  Carolyn Jabs 31
Retirement  — Maja Trochimczyk 32
talking —  Gregory Cecil 32
I Saw the Edery Woman This  Morning  — Livingston Rossmoor 33
Good Night, Virginia  — Donna Emerson 34
That Snifter of Brandy in an Irish Pub —  Katharyn Howd Machan 35
Walk Along the Promenade -—  Ambika Talwar 36
In the Garden  Dorothy Brooks 38
Shavings — Jonathan Bennett 39
Similitude of the Rock — Allen Strother 40
The Sphere Inside the Cone: The Archimedes Palimpsest — David Anderson 41
Computer, Write a Shakespearean Sonnet  — r.g.cantalupo 42
Falling Frames  — Stephanie DuPont 43
Bandana —  Jonathan Bennett 44
It Is What It Is  —  Sharon Chmielarz 44
My Place of Dreams  — Carolyn Chilton Casas 45
I Watch the Bees at the  Sunflowers — Kenneth White 46
Heart with Wings — Ambika Talwar 47
Birth — Anna Maria Mickiewicz 48
The Fruit of the Blue Tree  — Konrad Tademar Wilk 49
A Soldier’s Journey  — Ambika Talwar 50
Dream of a Dodo  —  Deborah B. Schmidt 51
Reparenting — Jonathan Bennett 51
By Way of a Star’s Light -— Cara S. Schick 52
Break the Mold  —  Dennis Ross 53
Presence of Prayer  —  Ei Sanchez 54
Disquietude  — Konrad Tademar Wilk 55
37th Annual Poetry Contest Winners and Comments 56

Contributors in Alphabetical Order    59
CSPS Contest Opportunities  60
CSPS Newsbriefs 2024, No. 4 by Maja Trochimczyk  62
Publishing Opportunities with CSPS 65
2024 CSPS Donors, Patrons, and Membership   66
Membership Form   68
 


EDITOR’S NOTE

While every poem is a “good” one, some are more eloquent in style and language. After reading and rereading each poem, I was overwhelmed with the task of choosing. There were so many wonderful works entered! Finally, after much contemplation, I had to create a tie in the third-place winners and add more honorary mentions.

I have a criterion in mind. First, I look for meaning, then language, then cadence. I was drawn to poems that evoked an incident that we could all partake in, such as the despairing feeling of giving up hope at sea, or the experience of the summer heat. In other poems, including top prize winners, I found an extraordinary use of language (especially in verse by Ms. Khalsa and Ms. Schmidt). Many thoughts and lines will always be remembered.

It has been a pleasure to share in the ideas and artistry of these poets. With gratitude for the talents of all contributors, I decided to in clude even more poems submitted to the Annual Contest in this issue of the California Quarterly. I hope you will enjoy reading of these poems as much as I did! 
Marlene Hitt
Sunland, California

As Marlene Hitt died before she was able to complete this issue of the California Quarterly, she did not finish her Editor’s Note, nor her notes for each Honorary Mention. After decades of tireless service to the poetry community in California, she left behind hundreds if not thousands of unpublished poems. CSPS’s Monthly Contest Chair, Alice Pero, selected and organized some of these fascinating poems for Yellow Tree Alone, published in 2022 by Moonrise Press, a small press of CSPS President, Maja Trochimczyk. Marlene was also able to complete her task as the 2024 CSPS Annual Contest Judge, her final large-scale poetry project. This issue of the CQ is dedicated to her memory.

Konrad Tademar Wilk, Los Angeles, California
California Quarterly, Volume 50, Number 4


Rainbow Sorbet by Maja Trochimczyk


WINNERS OF CSPS 37th POETRY CONTEST

California State Poetry Society is pleased to announce the winners of its 37th Annual Poetry Contest selected by Judge Marlene Hitt of Sunland, California.  We are grateful to all poets who submitted a total of 214 poems this year. Due to the high quality of this year’s submissions, some of the submitted, but not awarded poems, are included in the California Quarterly,

 CONTEST PRIZES

• First Prize: Gurupreet K. Khalsa, “Polymorphic: Tumbled Stuff”

• Second Prize: Louise Moises, “Lighthouse”

• Third Prize, ex aequo: Deborah Bachels Schmidt, “In the Season of the Crows”

• Third Prize, ex aequo: Joel Savishinsky, “An Archeology of Ignorance”

 TEN HONORARY MENTIONS

• No. 1: r.g. cantalupo, “A Noiseless Spider (Revisited)”

• No. 2: Carolyn Jabs, “Puzzled”

• No. 3: Deborah Bachels Schmidt, “Of Singing Mice”

• No. 4: Rosemary Ybarra-Garcia, “The Heat of the San Joaquin”

• No. 5: Brian Cronwall, “In Dreams”

• No. 6: Jonathan Bennett, “Resignation”

• No. 7: Carla S. Schick, “A Candle, April 2020”

• No. 8: Rosemary Ybarra-Garcia, “Metal Ladies”

• No. 9: Joe DeCenzo, “All Hallow’s Warning”

• No. 10: Claire Scott, “Without Hope”

 

M. Hitt at a reading in Pasadena, 2012

THE JUDGE’S COMMENTS

 First Prize. With skillfully crafted language, the poet compares two worlds of words: those as lined-up boxy, dreary apartment buildings and those other ones that the poet sees as much freer, simpler, colorful. This poem is an homage to untroubled passion, feverish intent, a thirst for freedom and the beauty of creation.

 Second Prize. I chose to identify with the hopelessness of the narrator as “Without sails or oars or compass, unable to read the stars, I drift through the fog of uncertainty.” There is hope, though. I see this vivid and imaginative poem as a metaphor for all life.

 Third Prize (Savishinsky). Do we know what we are saying? Do we perceive correctly? Will the shards of floppy discs be understood after thousands of years? I was drawn to discover the meaning of the poem which ends with the words, “we mouth the sounds but miss their meaning” as in lost languages. Much is said here. We speak well now but does anyone listen?

 Third Prize (Schmidt). The black, inky crows enter the lively moment of an evolving and colorful scene, with their blackness forming a crowd of their own, the elite. I see this beautifully rendered work as a metaphor for the contrasts in life, even for that of good and evil.

 Honorary Mention No. 1. I was captivated by the image of a spider, “a fuzzed blur of legs fleeing across the rim of my eyes.” This picture of a spider, written in simple words, is appealing in

its way of drawing the reader into this poet’s experience. It is also an erudite reflection of Walt Whitman’s famous verse and a reflection on alienation and solitude.

 Honorary Mention No. 2. Joseph Campbell once remarked that if we look back on our lives, we would finally see the puzzle pieces fall together. I am impressed with the careful building of a puzzle whose pieces are arranged into a completed whole. In this poem the poet tells a valuable truth: “Day after day, we struggled to find the big picture until, one afternoon it found us.”

 Honorary Mention No. 3. Beginning with imagination, the carefully structured poem examines artfully our myths and legends and that we need them. Something list-like has become a cultural lesson.

 Honorary Mention No. 4. Magically worded, we see a dream within a dream. “We are such stuff as dreams are made on,” said Shakespeare, The poem carries a message of “these blessings of awakening, alive, again.”

 Honorary Mention No. 5. In the silence only, the invisible crickets sang from the dry grass. Last Thursday in Death Valley the temperature was 130 degrees F. Would that day of the poet be the beginning of a California Sahara?

 Honorary Mention No. 6. A thoughtful piece about mice who can sing but we can’t hear them and how we all love our myths, fairy tales and folktales. How we wish they were true and maybe they are. We need them. If we lose them, we will make more.

 

 MARENE HITT (1936-2024)

A native Californian, poet and community activist, Marlene Hitt was the first Poet Laureate of Sunland Tujunga (1999-2001). She has been a member of the Chupa Rosa Writers of Sunland Tujunga and the Foothills since the group’s inception in 1985. Her critically-acclaimed first poetry collection Clocks and Water Drops was published by Moonrise Press in 2015. Her second collection, Yellow Tree Alone appeared in 2022. In addition to publishing numerous poetry chapbooks, she authored a non-fiction book Sunland-Tujunga, from Village to City and two books of stories for children.. Her poems appeared in Psychopoetica (UK), Chupa Rosa Diaries (2001-2003), Glendale College’s Eclipse anthologies, CSPS California Quarterly and Poetry Letter. Atadena Poetry Review; and poetry anthologies (Chopin with Cherries, Meditations on Divine Names, and We Are Here:Village Poets Anthology that she co-edited in 2020 with Maja Trochimczyk). Recently, Hitt was one of 12 poets invited to contribute to Crystal Fire. Poems of Joy and Wisdom (2022). Her work also appears in Sometimes in the Open, a collection of verse by California Poets Laureate, and The Coiled Serpent, of verse by Los Angeles poets, ed. Luis Rodriguez (2016).

 Marlene Hitt served at the Bolton Hall Museum in Tujunga as Museum Director and docent for many years. She was the history writer for the Foothill Leader, Glendale News Press, North Valley Reporter, and Voice of the Village newspapers. She has been honored as the Woman of Achievement by the Business and Professional Women's Club, as the Woman of the Year by the U.S. Congress, and received many congratulatory scrolls from the City and County of Los Angeles, and the State of California. In 2019, Village Poets of Sunland-Tujunga presented to Marlene and her husband Lloyd, a Lifetime Achievement Award, recognizing the significance of their support of poetry in the Foothills.


"Chicago Peace" Rose by Maja T.


 The anniversary year of the California State Poetry Society has come to its end, but the celebrations continue in 2025, with the publication of our 50th Anniversary Anthology edited by r.g. cantalupo. He will select four poems per CQ volume, one per issue. So far I have driven around to pick up boxes of old issues of the CQ from Richard Deets in Dublin and John F. Harrell in Yorba Linda.  Established in 1972, our Society should have held its 50th anniversary in 2022, but the Board decided to move the celebrations to 2024.

Pushcart Prize Nominations. The following six poems were nominated to the Annua Pushcart Prizes for best poems published by small presses. From CQ 50/1 (guest-edited by Beverly M. Collins), “Begin to Heal” by Charles Harmon. From CQ 50/2 (ed. Nicholas Skaldetvind), “A Poem for Portraits” by Anselm Berrigan. From CQ 50/3 (ed. Maja Trochimczyk), “Allegiance” by  Carolyn Chilton Casas, and from CQ 50/4, “Polymorphic Tumbled Stuff, by Gurupreet K. Khalsa, “The Lighthouse,” by Louise Moises, and “An Archaeology of Ignorance” by Joel Savishinsky. Congratulations!

The California Quarterly 50/4 has an unusual content, in that it contains quite a few submissions to the 37th Annua Poetry Contest, in addition to the four award winners, Gurupreet K. Khalsa, Louise Moises, Deborah Bachels Schmidt, and Joel Savishinsky and ten honorary mentions. Per the request of the Contest Judge, Marlene Hitt, these poems were published in a different order than usual (when we would add a contest section after other poems). In this issue, the awarded and honored poems are placed first, followed by a selection from other submissions (to the Annual Contest and the CQ directly via Submittable, email and mail), and ending with the judge’s comments. Ms. Hitt died in December 2024 and was not able to complete all sections of this journal. I’m grateful to Konrad Tademar Wilk who stepped in and finished the work.

The CQ cover is graced with my photo of a hybrid-tea “Compassion” rose from my garden, selected as a tribute to Marlene Hitt and Margaret Saine, another influential CSPS poet who left us this year. Both poets were fond of my rose photographs and attended my exhibitions held in Sunland and Monrovia. We shared a passion for beautiful blossoms and enjoyed the serenity of gardens. I published two poetry volumes each from these great friends and fantastic poets—Clocks and Water Drops (2015) and Yellow Tree Alone (2023) by Hitt followed by Lit Angels Literature Angels ~ Angels of Light (2017) and Gardens of the Earth. According to Nature (2018) by Saine. The cover of Marlene’s first book featured a photos of California poppies and sweet alyssum from her garden—I am grateful for receiving some of these pants as farewell gifts, so her irises and baby’s breath will grace my garden, too.

My three-year od granddaughter Juniper, once asked me about my parents, and when I said they were no longer with us, she told me sternly: “Babcia, you must remember them, they live on when they are remembered.” I wondered who taught her that, maybe the film Coco, but the sentiment is right. We must remember those who were with us and left a huge void after their departure, even if that process of leaving was slow and extended—as was the case of both Hitt and Saine, who gradually gave up their volunteer duties.

In 2021, after 18 years of service to CSPS as California Quarterly Editor, Secretary/Historian and Poetry Letter Editor, Margaret Saine decided to step down. A brief tribute was published at that time and my comments below are a paraphrase of that. I was and am especially grateful that she introduced me to the CSPS and greatly value her contributions to our Society. Her expert knowledge of poetry, literature, painting, sculpture, and architecture was coupled with fluency in many languages—she published translations from French, German, Italian and Spanish. She wrote and published poetry in English, her native German, as well as French, Italian and Spanish. She translated an international group of poets, giving them a space to share their insights and talents. After her death, many poets expressed their gratitude in numerous posts on her Facebook page. Her network of poetic friendships was truly global! I first heard about her passing from an Italian poet, Alessio Zanelli who wrote “We were good friends and met her numerous times here and there in Italy, during her many trips in Europe. She was a good poet and a fantastic woman, as well as one of the first editors to ever accept my work.”

As a photographer, she depicted the world in motion— blurry, misty, ambiguous, yet enticing with mysterious patterns. Her erudite, thoughtful and passionate poems reflect her keen attention to detail, ability to see the large picture, find wisdom in nature and art.). I am profoundly grateful for all the gifts Margaret brought to my life – richness of vivid language, sharp focus on quality of words expressing a thought or impression clearly and succinctly. 

Saine's photo of Kansas from air.

Ute Margaret Saine was born in Germany. After a Yale Ph.D. in French and Spanish, she taught languages, literature, and culture in California and Arizona, while writing and translating poetry in five languages. Since 1991, she has been a board member of the CSPS and a California Quarterly editor since 1994. She also edited the CSPS Poetry Letter and served formerly as the CSPS Annual Contest Chair. Her poems have appeared in many journals here and abroad. She has published four books of poetry in English – Bodyscapes, Words of Art, Lit Angels and Gardens of the Earth – as well as six haiku chapbooks in five languages. Three books of poems and a Postwar childhood memoir appeared in Germany – Das Flüchtige bleibt (The Ephemeral Remains), Das Weite suchen (A Yen to Travel), Atem der Stille (The Breath of Silence), and Das ungeschickte Kind (Awkward Child). Searching for Bridges is a bilingual English-Arabic collection edited by Nizar Sartawi.


 

Gardens of the Earth: According to Nature is a poetic exploration of nature tamed and shaped by humans, nature that in turn shapes the gardeners and gives them a purpose, a cause for action, and a reason for reflection. Saine shared her delight in gardens and gardening with a host of contemporary poets and friends and the renowned gardeners of the past. Lit Angels (Literature Angels ~ Angels of Light) is a collection of poetry inspired by literature and the arts. Written in English, the volume includes several translations into German, Arabic, French and Italian. As Saine wrote in the introduction: “Lit, past participle of ‘to light’, and Lit, abbreviation for literature? Lit used by people who love it so much they breathlessly shorten it to one syllable? Light and Literature, the mainstays of human lives, wherever we are, whenever we are so privileged. Literature and Light are best friends.”  Her life was a light to many. Nizar Sartawi, poet/translator from Amman, Jordan, wrote: “In Margaret’s poetry we listen to the inner voice of a poet who is committed to building bridges. Beyond the versatility of her topics, the vividness of her images, and the richness of her style, almost every poem she writes is an expression of this quest – building bridges of peace between people, nations, and, in a very intricate way, between the individual and his or her inner self.”

 Maja Trochimczyk, CSPS President

    
Maja Trochimczyk and Margaret Saine with Maja's Rose Photo Exhibit, 2016

Photo by Margaret Saine












Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Poetry Letter No. 1 2021 - CSPS Monthly Contest Winners for 2020

"Late Hue" by Julian Stanczak (1975)  JulianStanczak.com


The year 2020 was eventful for California State Poetry Society, perhaps because “change” was in the air. After suffering the loss of long-time Monthly Contest Chair, Keith Van Vliet, who died in 2019. We started the year with Richard Modiano, Vice President for Communications serving as Monthly Contests Chair and Judge. 

In November 2019, Alice Pero was approved as the new Monthly Contests Chair and Judge and she adjudicated the contests for the rest of the year 2019 and all of 2020. The winning poems are now gathered all together for the whole calendar year. 

  •  January 2020.   1. Jane Stuart - "Our Winter Garden"    2. Jane Stuart - "Early on a Winter Morning"   3. David Anderson - "The Apple Spy"
  • February 2020.  1. Pamela Shea - "Rosebuds and Lovers"  2. Jane Stuart - "Dancing Into Love Again" 
  • March 2020. Dorothy Skies - "The Coyote’s Howl"
  • April 2020. No Winners
  • May 2020. Marlene Hitt - "Enlightenment"
  • June 2020. Joyce Futa – “Kumquat Marmalade”
  • July 2020. Jackie Chou – “Cerulean”
  • August 2020. Joan Gerstein – “Self-Portrait as Clark Gable One Liner” 
  • September 2020. Louise Moises – “Empty Chairs” 
  • October 2020. No Winners
  • November 2020. Charlene Langfur – “Meandering”
  • December 2020. Ambika Talwar – “Losses into Treasures”
NOTE: To submit poems to our Monthly Contests, please send the poems to CSPSMonthlyContests@gmail.com and the payment via PayPal to CaliforniaStatePoetrySociety@gmail.com. 


"Mirrored" by Julian Stanczak (1971)


January 2020: “Our Winter Garden” by Jane Stuart

Our Winter Garden


Our winter garden greens under dark snow
that fell upon the terrace in our sleep--
the moon's shadows glisten and glow,
the wind makes footprints that are deep
beside the garden wall that is so tall
it almost reaches the winter sky--
and now, the lightest morning snowflakes fall
from greyest clouds stuck to the sky.
Snow falls where flowers bloomed and young trees grew
up, up, to blossom on a summer day.
The garden was a green place where birds flew
 in flocks to find their nests; time blew away
 these months then winter raindrops fell with snow
over dark earth under the full moon's glow.


February 2020: Pamela Shea's "Rosebuds and Lovers"

Rosebuds and Lovers


The bud of a rose,
Layer on layer of petals,
Held tightly, perfectly,
Unfolding when the time has come,
Bursts open and a flower is born,
Releasing sweet perfume.

The heart of a lover,
Layer on layer of emotions,
Trembling, hidden, waiting,
When touched by the beloved,
Bursts open and a poem is born;
Sweet music fills the air.

"Duality in System" by Julian Stanczak (1990)

March 2020: Dorothy Skiles's "The Coyote's Howl"

The Coyote’s Howl


January’s draught
portent of a scorching
summer to come…

The San Gabriel Mountains
and Verdugo Woodland’s
are but a tinder box-
terrain covered with
chaparral, a dry dense
stubborn thicket -
fuel for wildfires.
On summer nights beneath
the full moon’s light, coyote’s
coat the color of nickel.
Her features gaunt, gait less
confident, yet her sense
of smell remains keen.

From dusk to dawn
she traverses the ridges,
the low-lying hillsides
hunting rodents and rabbits.
She often treks into
neighborhoods, climbing
fences as swift as a thief.
The coyote is not too proud
 to forage for plums,
berries or pears.

This fall as the Santa Ana
winds rage, I’ll listen
for the coyote’s howl,
wondering if she’ll
make it through
the threat of famine,
the peril of wildfires,

sure, to come!

"Line Up" by Julian Stanczak (1978)

May 2020: Marlene Hitt's "Enlightenment"

Enlightenment


A dust devil blew in
from my childhood.
Dead leaves whirled up
from summer’s hot soil
while a jay feather flew birdless
swirling into midsummer sky
up to the puffs of white cloud
as on the day when I was ten,
when I ran into the vortex
trying to find a secret
in the center of the whirlwind
only to rush away
with sand in my eye.
Why does that thrill return
as the wind whirls in?
And why, now, do I run away?




June 2020: Joyce Futa – “Kumquat Marmalade”

Kumquat Marmalade


My sister and I slice a huge mound of kumquats for marmalade, a tedious, time-consuming task; each tiny fruit has seeds we must tease out with the tip of a knife. One could go nuts doing this alone, but we pass the time chatting about friends, sons, the awful daily news.  Twelve jars of orange jellies with little bright haloes of rind will be our reward.

We start to talk about movies. Suddenly we are caught in the familiar senior struggle to remember someone’s name, this time an actress we have loved in many roles. We catalog facts we know about her – she played an artist in that movie with whatshisname … and X’s sister in a film set in San Francisco – was she nominated for that? Finally, my sister says she gives up and rinses her hands to google. When she returns with the name, we slap our numbskulls.

slippery seeds of memory
we leave drama behind
and enter the age of comedy

"Conferring Blue" by Julian Stanczak (1978) print on paper



July 2020: Jackie Chou – “Cerulean”

Cerulean


My mother clad me in pink,
and later in my teens, lavender.
But the blue was always there,
underneath the pastel colors.
It was in my genes,
blue with its melancholia
and myriad synonyms,
azure and cerulean.
My mood is a spectrum
of different shades of blue,
including royal and navy.
The sky and the sea are blue,
with every variation in between,
turquoise and indigo.
Blue is behind my strawberry-colored smile.


August 2020: Joan Gerstein – “Self-Portrait as Clark Gable One-Liner”

Self-Portrait as Clark Gable One-Liner


I’m large ears, not a rouge elephant
in the room. I’m no monkey,
giraffe, donkey. I’m fame, drama
money, talent, often remote, dark.
I’m a good-looking ladies’ man.
I’m a decades-long romantic,
rugged legend, a dream-boat.
I’m not meatloaf, filet of flounder,
fish gravy. I’m an early inning
grounder, grinning leading male.
I’m army air force, not a feathered
fledging dragon. I’m beguiling
to a fault, make traffic halt.
I’m flair like the Golden Gate.
Friendlier than a diva, louder
than a lady. I’m a brash laugh.
I‘m five fingers, a foot, a fathom.
I‘m a photo album minus a mother.
I’m oft married, alpha male, father
that denied infant daughter
for the reason that frankly,
my dear, I don’t give a damn. 

"Opposing in Dark" painting by Julian Stanczak (1984)


September 2020: Louise Moises – “Empty Chairs”

Empty Chairs


I search for him in all the chairs,
but every day, he isn't there:
the yellow dining chair bereft
of shoulders broad, his chest, his neck,
the wooden stool where once he sat
perched upon the kitchen matt;
he was there to prep a dish:
peel a vegetable, bone a fish,
and on the deck the slatted chair
its arms all stiff with vacant air;
no more a conversation shared;
I can not hear the voice that cared.
The garden bench beside the wall,
where once he read in spring and fall,
the cat now sleeps upon his place,
I can not see his smiling face,
the office chair that does not roll
that creaked the floor and took its toll
of difficult financial times,
checks to write and poems to rhyme,
the recliner sits in upright space
no feet to rest, no back to brace.
The bedroom chair without his clothes ...
My mind in logic surely knows,
he'll not return to take a seat,
but my heart with longing prays to meet,
the man that sat in all those chairs
could he once more find comfort there.

"Chase" by Julian Stanczak (1977)


November 2020: Charlene Langfur – “Meandering”

Meandering


Today all of what's around is seeds and scraps and petals
picked up along the way, ideas about love opening up again
bigger than the giant fan palms, where the mountain
edges touch the sky near where I live,
the fat white clouds hanging over it in the blue sky
where the full moon rises at night and the sun
lights up what we know of where we are
and seeds are everywhere on the sand and scrub grass
when the cold settles into the desert at night. 
Today I know the love stays inside me now
and carries forward in time, the same as any
abundance no matter how little or rare,
my dog leaping in the wild grass, unflappable,
my friend smiling after her cancer treatments,
her bald head bobbing in the sun. I think today
getting older is only the other side of something else,
everything redeemed as always, dreams unobscured,
and the flowers, you can see for yourself, petals  absolutely luminous


"Shared Center"  by Julian Stanczak (1983-99)


December 2020: Ambika Talwar – “Losses into Treasures”

Losses Into Treasures


My father - dear glorious one.
How do you fare so far away? I am
readying for another visit to
a distant home. I miss you as mad
earth who contains all our stories.

Your absence so palpable – even trees
bend to gaze in my eyes; in these presences
I gather riches of your wise brown eyes
I wrote of wild moons ago.

Some riches are borne of loss – all losses
become treasures – not yours not now
maybe tomorrow. I cannot shed pain
of my lostness of you 

Wild orange blue bird-like flower courses
through my domain – walls wither.

There are no excuses for not speaking
tongues of love. Moments of eternal stories
gather moss strung in my heart’s eyes.
I must speak of them now. To you.

Tales from my little days – as teen years
pulled me tall. My injured hand,
shy smile, falling star – maker of tea.
I could never say them aloud; power of silence
of shutting had me captured with tales
of she's too much.

Find out now – how too much I am
I love too much to come close…
you with the grand trine in the skies
that mirrors mine – Stargazers have told me
But I could tear apart the sky looking
for you – to tell a story a day for 100 years.

Your palms bruised curved ridges
disappear into a lost horizon –
I search – my shadow walks behind me…
Your voice remembers.
__________________________________________________________

First published in The World Literature Blog. January 18, 2020; https://koshyav.blogspot.com/2020/01/seven-poems-by-ambika-talwar-startling.html?


"Accumulative" by Julian Stanczak (1975)

CSPS MONTHLY  CONTESTS 2021

GUIDELINES:

California State Poetry Society encourages poetic creativity by organizing monthly contests. The contests are open to all poets, whether or not they are members of the CSPS. Reading fees are $1.50 per poem with a $3.00 minimum for members and $3.00 per poem with a $6.00 minimum for non-members. Entries must be postmarked during the month of the contest in which they are entered. They must consist of a first page with all contact information (name, address, telephone number and email address) and the titles of the poems being submitted. 

At this time there are two ways to submit, by regular mail (enclosing check) or by email (using PayPal and email CaliforniaStatePoetrySociety@gmail.com) to make a payment  - adding $1.00 for PayPal fees if submitting by email.

CSPS Monthly Contest – (Specify Month)
Post Office Box 4288, Sunland, California 91041

Alternatively, poets may submit their work by email to: CSPSMonthlyContests@gmail.com (Specify Month) and simultaneously pay their contest fees by PayPal to: CaliforniaStatePoetrySociety@gmail.com, adding $1 for PayPal fees.

All contests are judged by Alice Pero, CSPS Monthly Contest Judge. The 1st place winner receives half of the prize pool for pools less than $100. For pools of $100 or more, the 1st, 2nd and 3rd place winners receive $50, $10 and $5, respectively. If there are insufficient fees submitted, the minimum prize is $10. There are no exceptions to the prize disbursement rules. The monthly contest winners are announced as they are awarded and the winners are notified by mail. All of the winners for the year are listed in the first CSPS Newsbriefs of the following year. In addition, the first prize winners are published in the CSPS Poetry Letter (PDF, email, posted on website) and posted on this blog. 

Please note: Do not send SAE’s. We do not return poems. If you win, we will let you know. Otherwise there are no notifications.

CSPS Monthly Contest Themes (Revised)

  • January    Nature, Seasons, Landscape
  • February  Love
  • March      Open, Free Subject
  • April        Mythology, Dreams, Other Universes
  • May         Personification, Characters, Portraits
  • June         The Supernatural
  • July          Childhood, Memoirs
  • August     Places, Poems of Location
  • Sept          Colors, Music, Dance
  • October    Humor, Satire
  • November Family, Friendship, Relationships
  • December  Best of Your Best (Winning or published poems only. Indicate name of contest or publication and the issue/dates of publication/award.)     

To find out more about our Contest Judge read ALICE PERO's Interview on ShoutoutLA website:  
https://shoutoutla.com/meet-alice-pero-flutist-poet-poetry-teacher/


NOTE ABOUT THE ART

The paintings of Julian Stanczak (1928-2017), represent the most vibrant period of Op-Art. Born in Poland and training to be a cellist, the young Julian was deported by Soviets after their invasion in 1939 to a Soviet gulag, where he was badly beaten and lost the use of his right hand. When the prisoners were released in 1941, and left with the Anders Army, they were distributed around the world in a variety of refugee camps. Julian ended up in Uganda, where he learned how to draw and paint using only his left arm and hand.  He was delighted with the richness of color and light that he saw in Africa and this period was formative for his development as artist. 

After coming to the U.S. in 1950, he studied art at Yale University and settled in Cleveland, Ohio, where he was a professor for 31 one years. One of  CSPS poets, David Sapp, wrote the following recollection: "Julian was a long-time professor at the Cleveland Institute of Art. I remember seeing some of his work in person when I was a student there a very long time ago. Astonishing color. It was said that he would sit on the edge of his couch and imagine these complex paintings in his head and then -- like Mozart -- simply paint them without studies."  More information may be found on the website JulianStanczak.com.