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World Poetry Celebrates a Special Book Launch with Nolan Halloway !

 

 

 

 

 

Hope by Neamat  Haidari  ( Afghanistan )

Ariadne’s Notes: On November 2, 1:10 PM, PST, The World Poetry Café with host and producer, Ariadne Sawyer and super tech and peace poem reader, Victor Swartzman; celebrated Nolan Holloway with a special book launch of his new book  Life Between the Words with philosophical poet and author Nolan Holloway from Georgia, USA!  A balanced mixture of  spirituality,personal loss, tributes to family members and  racial inequalities , this unique book offers us all the power of hope. 

Peace poems by  Del Gachallan and special poet Jon Billet  with a powerful poem by Mbizo Chirasha- Zimbabwean Poet.  Music by Leadbelly and  pianist Lazlo Gardony who will be calling in next Thursday as well as Creative Rocks Tips and a special story dedicated to Tom the cat by Sharon Rowe from her Big Bessie Stories completed the show.

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We are getting famous with our special book launches and Nolan’s is one of the best!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is Nolan Holloway’s third book Life Between the Words

I am a writer of poetry currently living in Stone Mountain, Georgia. My interests range from poetry to sports. My dreams are my words are shared across the globe to touch and share with everyone who will read them. Please get in touch with him through the links below. Also, you can find his books on amazon. com.

My website is nolanphollowayjr.com  about.me/NolanHolloway    

A BLESSED SADNESS (LAST WORD)

Morning clouded with tears Why is sadness oppressing me When happiness has me in her embrace

I know my Father loves me Spirit soars but flesh gravity bound Wrapped in suit of earthiness

Brightness hidden behind the darkness Searching, just searching

My needs are being provided Yet life’s rain is raging Not soft droplets that soothe and caress

But hard pelting blasts that sting the skin Bending the body in negative arch Face toward the ground in surrender

No reason when life’s beauty is present But can’t be felt when the mind is focused on the storm Moving to reach the edge of the chaos

Continuing to move into purpose

Beginning to understand that this moment is necessary The purging and releasing of the pain On what happens when the storm is raging and destroying

Precious things are lost never to be seen again Swept away in the wind…..

But cling to the notion that circumstances are temporary The sky will open up the clearness of blue Populated with softness of white

Happiness is the reward when sadness is endured When it is passed through…..

By Nolan P. Holloway, Jr. (C) All rights reserved.

 

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 the Unique Kim Fu!

Ariadne’s Notes: On August 18th,  CFRO 100.5 FM, The World Poetry Café Plus welcomed Kim Fu whose unique creative voice is outstanding, Mixing humour and darkness with irony, her poetry is both compelling and fascinating. She was our second poet from Nightwood Editions and deserves a featured spot here .  Kim will be participating in WORD and we hope to meet her then. World Poetry will be celebrating the poetry and music of Korea at WORD. Music from Don Amero and Andy Vine.

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Kim Fu is a Canadian-born writer living in Seattle, WA.

Her debut novel FOR TODAY I AM A BOY (2014) was the winner of the Edmund White Award, finalist for the PEN/Hemingway Award, a New York Times Book Review Editor’s Choice, and long-listed for Canada Reads, among other honors.

Her first poetry collection HOW FESTIVE THE AMBULANCE (2016)

includes a Best Canadian Poetry selection and poems originally published in Grain, Room, PRISM International, Carousel, Ricepaper, Numero Cinq, Poetry is Dead, and The Rusty Toque.

Fu’s nonfiction credits include The Atlantic, NPR Books, The Rumpus, Hazlitt, Maisonneuve, and republication in Best Canadian Essays.

Fu has an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of British Columbia. For 2015-16, she has received residency fellowships from Berton House (Dawson City, YK), the Ucross Foundation (Ucross, WY), Wildacres (Little Switzerland, NC), and the Wallace Stegner Grant for the Arts (Eastend, SK).

At the poet party

we talk about all the poets

who committed suicide.

The comparative merit

of stones in a pocket

over the gas oven.

“She didn’t want to leave

her children alone,” we say.

“But she did.”

 

We imply

as modern poets,

we are made of sterner,

less sentimental stuff.

We can weather the draft

through a crack in the bricks,

the presence or absence

of children or fame.

 

When one of us

commits suicide,

we say he was ill,

not a poet.

Kim Fu (C)