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Thank you, Adrian Koesters for this review.
Thursday, April 1, 2021
This Thirst by M.J.Iuppa Reviewed by Adrian Koesters March 31.2021
Kaktus Reading on March 30th, hosted by Jules Nyquist and John Roche, featuring cousin poets M.J.Iuppa and lauren Ayers
Thank you to Jules Nyquist and John Roche for giving me the opportunity to read with my cousin. I read from my collection This Thirst (Kelsay Books 2017)
Cover Artwork by Elizabeth King Durand
Here is the You Tube link to our poetry reading on March 30th, 2021:
Sunday, January 10, 2021
Sunday: January 10, 2021: What A Week.
Photo: P. Tonery 2020: Red-Headed Woodpecker.
Private Life:
It's hard to believe that we're nearly mid-month of the first month in the New Year. I have been trying to be "intentional" in everything I do this year. I have been reading for my own pleasure 30-45 minutes a day. Love the big print books I rented from the Brockport Seymour library. Currently reading three women (nonfiction) by Lisa Taddeo. At first, I wondered what I was getting myself into by selecting this book, without really knowing what it's about. Endorsement from Elizabeth Gilbert is why I picked it up. The library visit is not the luxurious browse. It's find what you need or want, and move on. I wanted to see if the book club that I had attended twice in two years was having its meeting online. No longer associated with the Brockport Seymour library, but still led by a woman named Dryad or Driad, who strangely didn't like me, because she knew I was a writer and teacher. I think she was worried that I would take her authority. Hardly my intention, I just wanted to read a few books and listen to the discussion. I wasn't successful sticking with it because my teaching at The College at Brockport occurred during the hour of the Book Club's meetings. Too bad, because I really liked the people, including Dryad the leader, who attended the club. During the shelter in place, The Book Club moved to The Sweden Senior Center; yet, the Seymour library still reserves the books for the members. I was hoping that they were participating via zoom meeting and I could attend again. A librarian named Stephanie helped me. She phoned the Book Club leader. I guess when Stephanie revealed my name, the Book Club leader bristled and said, "Tell her that the membership is closed." So I am out of luck. I have been banned from a Book Club. I am going to read the book slotted for their next meeting: The Lake of Dreams by Kim Edwards. So, I'm hoping I'll find another Book Club for this year.
I have been attending readings, far and near, since the start of the year. I have thoroughly enjoyed listening to the featured readers and the open mics. Zoom has made this possible. I realize how many prefer in person readings, but this Zoom platform has made opportunities for so many who wouldn't be able to attend in person. I hope, after the pandemic lifts, that this platform will remain, giving all interested the opportunity to attend readings, concerts, lectures, and so on.
During the next 3 weeks, I will continue to work on writing and art projects and prepare for the upcoming semester, which starts on 2/1/2021. I am feeling healthy. Trying to get back to reduced sugar intake. I had quite a bit over the holidays . . . Just because. Need to take those long walks, again.
Public life:
My eyes are spinning in oil. I have been reading newspapers online, cover to cover. Watching the events on January 6th horrified me and my family. We sat transfixed for hours, trying to make sense of what what happening in the Capitol. It was so scary. I am beseeching our leaders to do everything necessary to put an end to the Trump chaos. The leaders who supported this chaos should be dismissed from their positions. They are a danger to us all. It's time to send a clear message to these people who have blindly put their faith in believing the lies. I believe the next four years will be a time of reconstruction of our values and moral integrity. We will make it so. I am fed up with racism, prejudice, bias, greed, deceit. It has to stop. I do believe, people to people, we can making a difference.
Do not hide from this challenge. Do not depend on someone else to bring peace and understanding to our communities across the United States. Have courage to be kind and considerate of everyone. Listen and speak with good intention.
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
Summer happened in CoVID -19 2020.
Glorious Peas! Our gardens were exceptional this year. A bounty of fruits and veggies. Spent hours upon hours in the gardens, weeding, waiting . . .
This is a turkey egg.
North garden was the Irish dream. Lavender, white and golden potatoes. Big harvest this year.
All photos: MRTonery, 2020
A lot Has Happened Since June. Time to Reboot.
Photo: MRTonery, 2020
Publications for 2020: 85 in total
Poetry:
“Morning, Listening to that Faint Thunder” Nine Muses Poetry (UK), January, 2020
“What Will Be Left, in Leaving” Freshwater Literary Journal, 2020
“How Bright the Moon Shines Tonight” and “No One Owns the Clouds,” Third Wednesday, Spring, 2020
“Without Force (2)” and “The Day Turned Dark” Front Porch Review, April 2020; July 2020
“Epiphany in January” Amethyst Review, February, 2020
“That Wasn’t What I Thought” Amethyst Review, March 2020
“Advent” and “Nothing Is What It Seems” Live Nude Poems, February, 2020
“Orion” Tar River Poetry, October, 2020
“City Street Performance” Plum Tree Tavern, February, 2020
“What Was Lost” Eunoia Review, April, 2020
"In an Instant Comes a Gust of Whiteness” The Lake, April, 2020
Triolet: “Things Are Not Always What They Seem” Amethyst Review, May, 2020
“Out of Reach” Red Eft Review, March, 2020.
“Seeking the Self, Beyond the Self” Nine Muses Poetry, UK, June, 2020
“How to Expect, the Unexpected” The Pangolin Review, April, 2020
“Sometimes the Lights Onstage Are So Bright” Prometheus Dreaming, April, 2020
“Waiting for You in Rain” The Eunoia Review, May, 2020
“Strait of Reflection” and “A Chance to Catch One’s Breath” Dreams Walking, 2020
“Melancholy” Plum Tree Tavern, June, 2020
“(Out)look” and “Vespers” Amethyst Review, July and August, 2020
“Days of Empty Hours” Clementine Unbound. July, 2020
“Weathering This” and “Eden, Rising” Red Eft Review, June, 2020
“Ephemeral, Lasting” and “In Every Way” Global Poemic, June, 2020
“The Weight of Air” and “Not Light (hearted)” Nine Muses Poetry, UK, September, 2020
“Calling Hours” Alba, A Journal of Short Poetry, 2020
“I Have Things to Tell You,” “Every Word,” and “A Growing Compulsion”
Dreich 5, UK, March, 2021
“Another Shade of Yellow” Third Wednesday, July, 2020
“Season of Quarantine,” “Second Chance,” “Obscurity,”
“Fair Weather” Ink Pantry, August, 2020
“Mise en Scène” Anti-Heroin Chic, October, 2020
“Comparatively, Speaking” Prometheus Dreaming, October, 2020
“Fool’s Moon, Full Moon,” Trouvaille Review, October, 2020
“Dwelling, Here” Amethyst Review, January, 2021
“Captivity” Front Porch Review, January,2021
The Gravity of Rain” Red Eft Review, November, 2020
“What Am I Saving?” Red Eft Review, November, 2020
“No Small Thing” and “Strandhill Beach in May,” Poetry and Place, December, 2020
Fiction:
“(Re)cycling” City. River. Tree. Spring 2020.
“Far from Home,” “After, Ever,” “The Memory House,”
and “Mask of Loveliness,” Otoliths, February, 2020
“She Says,” Lost Balloon, February, 2020
“Caught on Tape” A Story in 100 Words, January, 2020
“Wonder” A Story in 100 Words, February, 2020
“Nearly, Magnolia, Milk Candy Review, May,2020
“Tit-for-Tat” The Dribble Drabble Review, May, 2020
“Almost Positive” and “Intimate Places” Otoliths, July 2020
“Living Alone in Covid-19 Times, The Drabble, May 2020
“No Exit” The Dribble Drabble Review, 2020
“From Where She Sat” City. River. Tree. 2020
“Rock. Paper. Scissors.” Written Tales, 2020
“Exchange” 100 Word Story, 2020
“Hemmed-In” and “Mixed Tapes” Otoliths, 2020
“Holding, Still” The Dribble Drabble Review, Spring 2021
“White Noise” Milk Candy Review, Winter, 2021
CNF Essays:
“No One Knows I’m Here” Eunoia Review, January, 2020
“No Plans Come to Mind” Eunoia Review, February, 2020
“Perspective” Eunoia Review, September, 2020
“Possessions” Otoliths, 2020
“Between Worlds” reprinted in Flash Frontier, December, 2020
“Another Dark Place” Eunoia Review, February, 2021
Reviews:
Truɘ Enough, by J.R. Solonche (Dos Madres, 2019) The Lake, 2020
Anthologies
"Clotheslines" CNF essay (reprinted) in Stone Gathering, Summer 2020
“No One Owns the Clouds” poem (reprinted) in Lummox Anthology, Summer, 2020
“Help me Find myself” and “Living Alone in Covid-19 Times”
Shelter in Place, Staring Problem Press, 2020
Anniversary issue of Grey Sparrow, “To the Small Child Holding a Balloon” (poem), 2020
Awards
Wigleaf The Top 50 Very Short Fiction 2020, and Long List stories:
Iuppa, M.J., "She Can't Settle Down," Milk Candy, (December 12, 2019)
Friday, June 12, 2020
Vistations and Dreams, June 12,2020
Beyond where I live, two (invisible) pandemics become visible. Daily, I am distraught by what is happening. I wish for a cure, and know that a cure comes about when we care for each other.
I listen to the news, like three doses a day. In between, I am outside working in our three gardens, or preparing reports, or courses, or writing to keep me centered and calm, because I feel overwhelmed by the hardships people are facing daily, in cities and small towns, across our country. Reports are saying the death toll from Covid-19 will reach 170,000 by October, 2020. That number is staggering and frightening, knowing the cruel way this virus work. Equally, moving into 18th day of protest in some cities means "Enough is enough." Things have to change. Things are changing.
I had no idea, (truly) no idea, that the Army bases in the United States were named after Confederate Generals. I was stunned by that revelation this week. Why would the Army honor the Confederate Generals? It's a strange contradiction, seemingly supporting a Confederate mindset; and, it's been an "under-telling" narrative for years.
“Change will not come if we wait for some other person, or if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.”
―
Tuesday, June 2, 2020
In an eyeblink, or so it seems, it's June . . .
So much as happened since the start of the new year. Spring teaching semester was interrupted by Covid 19. All of my courses were converted to online courses. Thankfully, I use Blackboard in my face to face classes. My students at both St. John Fisher College and Suny Brockport were champs. The six classes well went. The feedback I received from the students was so positive and encouraging. They felt the course work maintained the same level of work as the face to face class.
I found my students to be extremely focused and on task. Their critical engagement deepened in their writing and discussion. It was a boatload of work. I literally spent 12-16 per day on my classes, either class lectures, or commenting on discussion boards, or grading papers and tests. It was an intense 7 and 8 weeks, respectively.
I think the shut down, due to the pandemic, is going to have all of us re-think how we work and where we working, and teaching may benefit from being reflective about what happened in this quick conversion and how we (teachers) delivered our materials to our students.
Now the Spring semester is over. I feel for all the seniors, who experienced graduation in a Virtual way. So many traditions were interrupted. I'm wondering if some of these virtual experiences will be incorporated into the "traditions" when we able to resume the traditions. I hope so. In any event, big shout out to all the graduates this year.
Besides the daily Covid 19 news, and watching the number of deaths rise in our country to a number that is hard for me to imagine,but when they do the memorials on the news, with pictures and narratives, my heart aches for the families and friends who have lost loved ones. The circumstance of being separated from their loved ones in their hour of passing. The medical caregivers and first responders for their nonstop work ; for our state, New York, being a strong model for other states on being prepared. I am equally impressed by the leaders(governors) in the state of Washington, Oregon, California. I am happy to see Mayors in some states, especially Alabama, challenging the quick open of some southern states, who haven't seen a peak of Covid.
Now, with the recent horrific news of the murder of George Floyd, and the protests and violence that has ensued for nearly a week in so many cities, including my city, Rochester.NY. My heart is so heavy. Since 1991, nearly 30 years, after each incident of police violence against African Americans, I have reviewed by behavior as a teacher, friend, community partner. I ask myself am I working, truly working to see social change. Racism and prejudice is a serious blight in our country. And, I believe my behavior demonstrates the power of "yes." I believe in affirmative action. I see my students, person to person to person, and I help all of my students, on so many levels, but I think I have made learning communities in my classes, and students are friends with each other, out of class. It has a ripple effect, and I know the people who have intersected with me, have contributed to my life and ways of seeing, and I know they pass it on. Since 1991, I have had the opportunity to teach over 10,000 students of all ages, 4-98.
When you look at the demographics of these protestors on the news, we can see that all races are represented, all ages, and these people are living a life where they respect each other and are fighting for equal rights and social justice. Some are at the start of this life career, and some have been fighting their whole lives, trying to make our world, wherever it is in the United States of America, a kinder and safer world, and each of our communities will be the model for the next.
Basically, it's answering the question: Do you see what's happening in your world? Where can you make a difference?
Maybe it's time to screen the personalities of our police. Police who demonstrate "bullying" or sadistic tendencies, with incidents, should not be allowed to continue on the force. We want to feel protected, not threatened.
Maybe, police shouldn't have guns. Do the police need to draw a gun for a traffic infraction? Maybe there should be a limit on how an officer restrains a person in question. Maybe the gun can be in car, but not used immediately. The police need to have body cams on. If citizens are witnessing a serious injustice, they should have the right to stop the injustice in the moment, if police officers are using excessive force and not heeding the witnesses call to stop. I don't know exactly how you do that calmly and peacefully, but I wish it had happened in George Floyd's arrest. People were calling out to stop, even George. Why are they taking so long to charge the other three officers? I find it so disconcerting.
On the Rochester NY news, Police Chief Singletary spoke eloquently to the crowd and us. I recognized him, and I knew by his body language and as an African American he was heavy-hearted, but he had his hands open in his gesture, not closed fists, and I thought, here is a strong leader. Of course, the people, who were organizing the peaceful protest, were seen by others as an opportunity to create havoc and loot and destroy-- all of this has been happening in other cities too, but sadly, in areas where the small business owner is a person of color, and grocery stores that serve in these areas
have been destroyed, too. In Rochester, NY, many people came out to help with the first night's pillage, which was at least three days ago. Unrest continues.
Black Lives Matter. This racism and prejudice has to stop. Many of us believe this. Please everyone, vote in the upcoming elections. Be present. Talk, person to person, widen your community circles to be more inclusive, even in our social distancing. Make a difference.
Our leadership for the past three years has allowed hate rhetoric to be part of our daily lives.
In my creative writing classes, I tell my students this:
In 19th century literature the theme was:"The Good will be rewarded and the Bad will be punished."
In the 20th century, the theme was: Sometimes, the good don't get what they deserved. "
At the top of 21st century, I speculated that the current literature was addressing lying and getting away with it. We are now entering our 3rd decade, and the literature is all about lies and deceits.
Irony of situation? How close is our present day news to The Hunger Games?
Next post, will be dedicated to Farm life and writing and art-- where I do my best thinking about what is happening in our shared day to day.
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