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World Poetry Celebrates Dee Hobsbawn-Smith!

Ariadne’s Notes: On April 20, 2017, 1PM on CFRO, 100.5 FM, the World Poetry Café welcomed the multitalented and powerful poetess, Dee Hobsbawn-Smith, retired chief and sustainable food advocate. Her words of advise and wisdom about food, cooking and poetry were absolutely empowering to all the listeners. She will be on tour in the coming months, including in B.C.  For a list of her tour dates: www.deehobsbawnsmith.com

Thanks to the World Poetry café Team of Ariadne Sawyer, producer and host, Anita Aguirre Nieveras , super engineer, Victor Schwartzman  special volunteer Sharon Rowe and volunteer Willow the dog. Music by Anthony Prosk (Gulf Island Suite)   and Don Amero (CD, Refined)

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Photo by Shelley Banks.

dee hobsbawn-smith’s poetry, essays, fiction and journalism has appeared in newspapers, websites, magazines, anthologies and literary journals in Canada, the USA and Scotland, including Grain, Gastronomica: The Journal of Culture and Food, The Malahat Reiview, Prairie Fire, The Antigonish Review, Vallum, CV2, Freefall and others. In 2015-16, she served as the Saskatoon Public Library’s 35th Writer in Residence. A retired chef and ex-restaurateur, she lives west of Saskatoon and earned her MFA in Writing at the University of Saskatchewan. She has published seven books. Foodshed: An Edible Albert Alphabet (Touchwood, 2012) won three international awards for its unflinching examination of the politics and challenges of small-scale sustainable food production. Her first collection of poetry, Wildness Rushing In (Hagios, 2014) was a finalist for Book of the Year and Best Poetry Collection at the Saskatchewan Book Awards. It was followed by her first short fiction collection, What Can’t Be Undone (Thistledown, 2015.) At present, she is working on her debut novel, an essay collection, and new poetry. Most recently, she has contributed to the SK poetry anthology, Line Dance (Burton Books, 2016), edited by Gerald Hill, and was part of a contingent of Canadian poets who read at The Bowery Poetry Club in New York City. www.deehobsbawnsmith.com

 

Red cedar

thirty years of your brother’s life

hanging in a cedar-lined closet under the back stairs.

~ Judith Krause, “A History of Shirts” from Mongrel Love

 

The cedar chest came from Lebanon, a gift.

In one corner, tiny clothes

I sewed for my sons.

 

Childhood never wears out.

It travels with me, that time. Before

I came to poetry, I lived it –  

 

swung high swoops on redwood swings,

small sons on lap, leaped

like a leopard over fire hydrants at their urging.

 

In the chest, purple fleece vests outgrown

before the seams could strain or fade,

jesters’ hats, laid aside when they outgrew magic.

 

I wear their vests and hats now on my morning walks,

wrap myself in my sons’  childhood,

red cedar days that never wear out.

Dee Hobsbawn-Smith (C) From her radio show published poems. All rights reserved by author.

World Poetry Celebrates Herb W. Bryce from Canada!

Ariadne’s Notes: The World Poetry Café on April 13, 1-2 pm, CFRO 100.5 FM was honoured to present the talented and unique featured poet Herb W. Bryce featuring his new book :

Chasing a Butterfly – A journey of love and loss to acceptance,” a book of poetry arising from his decade as care giver to his Alzheimer’s wife.  Also discussed were tips and advice about Alzheimer and caregiving. http://www.alzheimer.ca/bc

The show was dedicated in loving memory to David Campagna  the soulmate and husband of poetess and artist Carolyn Mary Kleefeld with two poems read from her Book, The Divine Kiss, an Exhibition of Paintings and Poems in honor of David Campagna.

The World Poetry Café Team: Ariadne Sawyer, host and producer, Elaine Woo, co-host, Victor Schwartzman , super engineer, Sharon Rowe, special volunteer and doggie sitter for  Willow, Victor’s  dog and part of the team.

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 Herb W. Bryce is a former journalist and newspaper editor, book editor and teacher. He has been a traveler (kidnapped and robbed), and has worked as a courier and a farm hand. His writings have appeared in anthologies in the United States, in British Columbia, Canada, in the “Fifty-five Plus” annual directory, “Today’s Senior Magazine,” and “Bryce’s Blog for Seniors.” His work is also in several local anthologies.

He was recently the featured writer in the Royal City’s Word Play at Work magazine:

https://issuu.com/rclas/docs/february_2017_rclas_ezine

Previous features, and comic strips, have appeared in “The Daily Mirror Book for Boys,” and “…for Girls,” in London, England, where he worked as a book editor. He also plied his journalistic skills with a daily newspaper in Worthing, England.

Previously, in Canada, he worked at various newspapers in his home province of Saskatchewan, and  at The Globe and Mail. Upon his return from his travels in Spain, Portugal, North Africa, the Middle East, etc., he signed on with The Hamilton Spectator.

He has a degree in English and Journalism from Western University in London, Ontario, Canada, as well as teacher’s certification from the University of Alberta.

Mr. Bryce, author of “Ann – A Tribute,” and “Chasing a Butterfly – A journey of love and loss to acceptance,” a book of poetry arising from his decade as care giver to his Alzheimer’s wife, writes from is home in Maple ridge, British Columbia, Canada.

LUCKY ONE

Oh, I have been the lucky one

To have lived and learned with her,

For always it was she,

The happy, doing one,

The giving, caring soul.

Our life has been,

Since those giddy, happy times,

A story of adventure,

One of give and take

And always and for ‘ever,’

Love for each and other’s sake.

How lucky to have met her,

How marvelous she cared.

Forever will I wonder

Why it was she dared

To have belief in me.

But whatever was the mystery,

Always I will cherish

The faith that both we shared

Through our lifelong span together—

So happy we were paired.

And I am not complaining,

Indeed I’m giving thanks,

For what I’ve gained from what she gave

Would enrich, I think, all of Britain’s banks.

And now when she is fading,

And I reflect upon our past,

I see the longer shadow,

The one that she has cast.

Herb W. Bryce (C) All rights reserved by the author.

 

 

 

World Poetry Celebrates Robert W. McGregor from Canada!

The World Poetry Café Radio Show welcomed the talented poet Robert W. McGregor on the air in a unique interview full of good poetry and music. Robert read his poem: I’m Just A Little Boy’ about a little boy from Aleepo , Syria which received many favorable responses when it was read as an e-poem a few weeks before. He read a number of exceptional poems and talked about his life and vision.

To hear this great show! CLICK HERE!

Since it was fundraising time for our show, Robert also became a member and helped pitch on the air. We need $1,000 per year to keep our show on the air. We are all volunteers and the World Poetry Café will be celebrating its 21st year. If anyone wants to become a member or at an international level , become a donner, you can go to www. coopradio .org and click on membership. Please put in the name of the World Poetry Café so the money will go to our account.

 Also featured on the show, great  e-poets from India and Nigeria: 

Dr. Reshma Ramesh is a dental surgeon by profession and has been writing poetry since 2008 and is a noted voice in  Bangalore. Her beautiful poem The Mountains Have a Memory captures the essence of mountains.

The second e-poem  APEKE XII on love comes from: Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon. He is a international multi award winner, World  Poetry Ambassador to Nigeria and a director with a new book coming out.

The dedicated World Poetry Café Team: Ariadne Sawyer, Producer and host, co-host Anita Aguirre Nieveras, Super Tech Victor Schwartzman and special volunteer Sharon Rowe with dog, Willow.

 

Robert writes:

“If possible I prefer to be introduced as Robert W. McGregor as there are too many notable Rob McGregor’s…

I am proud of my given names, Robert after my grand father, and great grand father the W. Stands for Ward which my blessed  mother picked while watching it’s a wonderful life. ( late actor Ward Bond).

I am happily married for 9 years to my wife Laurie who is vey supportive of my writing efforts,  I have two natural and four step children and will soon celebrate the birth of my 9th grand child.

Born and raised in South Vancouver, graduated from David Thompson Secondary.

I have been writing poetry since grade 4 but other then special occasions like anniversaries, weddings or tributes at funerals my poems have been for my private consumption.

A chance meeting with writer friend/ Neall Ryon has opened up my eyes to the world of poetry and created a desire to share it with the rest of the world.

I am currently working on my first book with the working title “Looking Through the Kaleidoscope” , The  Mended Broken Thoughts and writings of Robert W. McGregor

My favourite writers and influences are Lord Alfred Tennyson, Mark Twain, and  Og Mandino.

As for poems, since this a broadcast that goes to other countries it would be a privilege to recite the attached poem:

” I’m Just A Little Boy’, which was written by me after seeing the very tragic picture of a the little boy from Aleppo Syria sitting in the back of an ambulance.

The picture haunted me for days until I awoke one night at around 3 am and wrote this poem.


 I’m Just A Little Boy

(Dedicated to all of the children in Aleppo Syria)

Why do you drop your booms?

I’m just a little boy,

Where is my Ummi and Abbi ?

Can someone please find my toy?

It’s a little red car with a missing wheel,

That was a gift from my older brother,

I want it now to think of him,

Have you found my Father and Mother?

Perhaps they are with my brother and sister,

Who I no longer see around,

I saw them last laughing and playing in the yard,

Just before I heard the very loud sound.

It happens almost everyday,,

It seems no one can tell me why,

I ask you now maybe you know,

Why are these booms falling from the sky

I can not feel my face right now, I can not see too far,

It’s hard to hear you from the ringing,

Did someone finally find my car?

Please look real hard for it,

As it helps me sleep at night,

I promise not to lose it again ,

I promise to hold it really really tight.

If you see my Ummi and Abbi ,

please don’t tell them I dropped it on the floor,

I don’t want them to worry about it,

Please just one more look and I won’t ask you anymore?

Really where did you find it?

You say you found it in my Ummi’s hand?

Can you please bring her here so I can hug her,

No I will run to her ,help me up so I can stand.

What do you mean she is gone?

Why would she leave me here all alone?

Where could she possibly go?

This is our only home.

I understand now she is with the others,

No real need for me to feel gloom,

Perhaps I can join them next time,

When the sky drops another boom.

Robert W. McGregor, August /2016. All rights Reserved by the author. (C)