Happy Thanksgiving to All!
Photo: Peter Tonery.
My son Nick, who lives in Germany, sent us flowers for the holidays.
They're beautiful. Wish he were coming home for the holidays.
The pie is homemade. What we call seven apple pie. Apples picked from our orchard of 38 trees.
Did a lot of prep work yesterday for today's celebration. Hopefully will have everything else done by Noon today. Guests arrive at 3 p.m. Now onward!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
My poem "Meanwhile" makes its debut on Eunoia Review
Here's the link: http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/
Hope you enjoy the poem!
Thank you Eunoia Review. This is my second appearance. Eunoia Review publishes strong work. Thrilled to be included here.
Hope you enjoy the poem!
Thank you Eunoia Review. This is my second appearance. Eunoia Review publishes strong work. Thrilled to be included here.
The Heart of All That Is: Reflections on Home
Announcing New Anthology from Holy Cow! Press, edited by Jim Perlman.
Just received my contributor's copy, and it is gorgeous!
Here's a blurb:
Home is one the the great themes of literature, of human beings, of the animal kingdom altogether. Odysseus finds his way home to Penelope, and arctic terms fly thousands of miles to return to their nesting grounds. The main danger for authors exploring this primal subject is sentimentality; the writers anthologized here, however, remember that home is not only our refuge and snug harbor but also a place where we get bored, abused, battered, and bent. It couldn't be more important: home often seems, indeed, 'the heart of all that is.” At the very least, it's a place where we can learn, in Susan Elbe's memorable phrase, 'to shoot this tin-can loneliness / off fence posts.” Farzana Marie points out that a poem is a kind of house, and it's true of the essays here, too. Come on in. Make yourself at home.”--Bart Sutter, author of The Reindeer Camps
This engaging anthology on the theme of home includes twenty personal essays and nearly eighty poems from a wide variety of social and cultural perspectives, as unique and diverse as the authors who have written them. Herein is previously uncollected writings by Joseph Bruchac, Jane Yolen, Marge Piercy, Naomi Shihab Nye, Roberta Hill, Mark Vinz and many others. * * I'm one of the many others.
In a world of increasing change and mobility, these writings explore our most fundamental concerns for self-identity: what is our home, where have we come from, who are we?
Just received my contributor's copy, and it is gorgeous!
Here's a blurb:
Home is one the the great themes of literature, of human beings, of the animal kingdom altogether. Odysseus finds his way home to Penelope, and arctic terms fly thousands of miles to return to their nesting grounds. The main danger for authors exploring this primal subject is sentimentality; the writers anthologized here, however, remember that home is not only our refuge and snug harbor but also a place where we get bored, abused, battered, and bent. It couldn't be more important: home often seems, indeed, 'the heart of all that is.” At the very least, it's a place where we can learn, in Susan Elbe's memorable phrase, 'to shoot this tin-can loneliness / off fence posts.” Farzana Marie points out that a poem is a kind of house, and it's true of the essays here, too. Come on in. Make yourself at home.”--Bart Sutter, author of The Reindeer Camps
This engaging anthology on the theme of home includes twenty personal essays and nearly eighty poems from a wide variety of social and cultural perspectives, as unique and diverse as the authors who have written them. Herein is previously uncollected writings by Joseph Bruchac, Jane Yolen, Marge Piercy, Naomi Shihab Nye, Roberta Hill, Mark Vinz and many others. * * I'm one of the many others.
In a world of increasing change and mobility, these writings explore our most fundamental concerns for self-identity: what is our home, where have we come from, who are we?
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Giving, Thanks . . .
An Offering
Trace the curve of the gibbous moon
Sip slowly a cold glass of water
Taste the first bite of autumn’s apples
Breathe deeply– the air of one breath
Enter the cathedral of forever woods
Kneel between rows of the garden’s raised beds
Smell the wet earth drifting toward sleep
Hold a hand that has been left empty
Look up to the sky and wonder
If this answers what you’re waiting for.
M.J.Iuppa
** First appeared in The Wild Goose Poetry Review
Susan Deer Cloud visits Rochester's Memorial Art Gallery
Poets Walk. Here she is next to her poem.
photo taken by Roja Singh.
Susan Deer Cloud's visit was everything I had hoped for. Her poetry is bold and honest, a voice that captures time and place and the heart of its narrative makes a listener stop and think about the daily consequences of our living. I have been Susan's company twice and I am at ease,but also surprised by what she may say or do, which means she isn't rehearsed but in the moment.
Her latest collection Fox Mountain (Foothills Publishing) is a strong sequence of poems dedicated to place.
Big Pencil Awards
at Writers and Books
11/16/2013
Local Honorees:
- Gregory Gerard – A teacher of adults who has inspired the creation and appreciation of literature
- Donna Marbach – A teacher of young people who has inspired the creation and appreciation of literature
- Mary Widger – An individual who has made significant contributions to Writers & Books
- Steven Huff – An individual who has made lifelong contributions to Rochester’s literary community
- Patricia Braus on behalf of Rochester Education Foundation’s program Give Back, Give Books – An organization that has made significant contrubutions to the Rochester literary community
- David Schickler – A writer who has had an impact on Rochester Readers
The evening was delightful. Congratulations to all the winners. Well-deserved.
Today, 11/17/2013, at Books ETC in Macedon NY, 4-5:30 p.m.David Michael Nixon and I will be reading from our poetry. David and I planned this reading as a braid of two voices. David also promises to sing. He has an exceptional voice, long standing member of Golden Links.
So if you're out and about before the big windstorm arrives, please join us!
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Susan Deer Cloud Reading November 14, 2013 at 7:30 p.m.
St John Fisher’s
Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program
&
Office of Multicultural Affairs and Diversity Programs
Present
Poet Susan Deer
Cloud
Reading from her newest poetry collection
Fox Mountain
(Foothills Publishing, 2013)
Susan Deer Cloud is a mixed lineage mountain Indian
from the Catskills. An alumna of
Binghamton University (B.A. and M.A.) and Goddard College (MFA), she is the
recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts Literature Fellowship, two New
York State Foundation for the Arts Poetry Fellowships, an Elizabeth George
Foundation Grant and a Chenango County Council for the Arts Individual Artist
Grant. Her work has been published in numerous literary journals and
anthologies; her most recent books are Braiding
Starlight, The Last Ceremony & Car Stealer.
~ She likes to eat blueberries in winter and
sing to feral cats. ~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Thursday,
November 14th, 2013 at 7:30 p.m.
St. John Fisher
College ~
Golisano Gateway Midlevel
Free and Open to the
Public ~ Book signing to follow reading
Contact:
M.J.Iuppa (585) 385-8412
------------------------------------------------------------
This reading/program is sponsored by a grant from Poets
& Writers, which is supported, in part, by public funds from the New York State Council on the Arts, and
the New York City Department of Cultural
Affairs
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Apple Picking Time!
Photo George D. Marron
This is our guard turkey. She was watching us pick apples in the orchard yesterday. Notice the suspicion in her eye.She's eyeing us up, who are those people, what are they doing by my trees, with my fruit? When we turned our backs, she'd charge after us.
Yesterday, My son George and his adorable children came out to the farm. It was a great time. We picked a lot of apples: Romes, Paula Reds, Winter Banana, Granny Smith, Red Delicious, Cortland, Northern Spy. My Grandson Jack is an exceptional worker. We both stayed out and kept picking the Romes (pink applesauce!). It was a cold, blustery day. Jack was using the ladder and able to get a lot of the Winter Bananas, which I am so happy about. They look gorgeous.Then we headed inside where the rest of the crew was making pizza. We ate and drank cider and Brigid and Little George loved up our cats, Carmelita and Charlie (The cats were in heaven!).
We picked a lot of remaining veggies in our garden. (Garden is nearly all picked, but there are still some hearty veggies still growing). Because we so close to the lake we haven't had a hard frost yet. (Thankfully).
So George's van was packed with 2 boxes of apples, brussel sprouts, fennel, beets, kale, collards, red cabbage, cauliflower, peppers (green and hot) for Brian who loves to make salsa, and he makes a great salsa, tomatoes,(mostly yellow large sized cherries), and then we stuffed the children in! The apples are delicious and we have an exceptional apple parer and corer. The kids kept eating apples all afternoon, peeling and eating the accordion-sliced apple, one slice after another. So sweet!
Fall is the best time of year!
******
Let's see, update on my challenge of 31X31. I think I have written 20 poems. A bit behind.
But still grateful for accomplishing this.
Re/verse published my poem "Pumpernickel,"which was originally published in Tar River Review.
http://littleeaglereverse.blogspot.com
Poems recently accepted and forthcoming in: Tar River Poetry, When Women Waken, Avocet, Northern Cardinal Review, Poetry Haiku (UK), First Literary Review-East, In Glided Frame (anthology;
Flash Fiction World Contest (UK).
This is our guard turkey. She was watching us pick apples in the orchard yesterday. Notice the suspicion in her eye.She's eyeing us up, who are those people, what are they doing by my trees, with my fruit? When we turned our backs, she'd charge after us.
Yesterday, My son George and his adorable children came out to the farm. It was a great time. We picked a lot of apples: Romes, Paula Reds, Winter Banana, Granny Smith, Red Delicious, Cortland, Northern Spy. My Grandson Jack is an exceptional worker. We both stayed out and kept picking the Romes (pink applesauce!). It was a cold, blustery day. Jack was using the ladder and able to get a lot of the Winter Bananas, which I am so happy about. They look gorgeous.Then we headed inside where the rest of the crew was making pizza. We ate and drank cider and Brigid and Little George loved up our cats, Carmelita and Charlie (The cats were in heaven!).
We picked a lot of remaining veggies in our garden. (Garden is nearly all picked, but there are still some hearty veggies still growing). Because we so close to the lake we haven't had a hard frost yet. (Thankfully).
So George's van was packed with 2 boxes of apples, brussel sprouts, fennel, beets, kale, collards, red cabbage, cauliflower, peppers (green and hot) for Brian who loves to make salsa, and he makes a great salsa, tomatoes,(mostly yellow large sized cherries), and then we stuffed the children in! The apples are delicious and we have an exceptional apple parer and corer. The kids kept eating apples all afternoon, peeling and eating the accordion-sliced apple, one slice after another. So sweet!
Fall is the best time of year!
******
Let's see, update on my challenge of 31X31. I think I have written 20 poems. A bit behind.
But still grateful for accomplishing this.
Re/verse published my poem "Pumpernickel,"which was originally published in Tar River Review.
http://littleeaglereverse.blogspot.com
Poems recently accepted and forthcoming in: Tar River Poetry, When Women Waken, Avocet, Northern Cardinal Review, Poetry Haiku (UK), First Literary Review-East, In Glided Frame (anthology;
Flash Fiction World Contest (UK).
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Mid-October, Glorious Weekend
Photo by K.Iuppa, Fall 2013
This is a 3 day weekend, beginning with Friday. Went to my two year eye exam. My eyesight has improved! Time for new glasses. Peter had his eye exam earlier in the week, so we're both shopping. I haven't bought new glasses in ages, and they are so, so expensive. I was stunned. We spent quite a few hours today pricing out glasses. This experience is close to buying a new car, with circles and arrows and wheedling and dealing on the price.
We're still shopping. . .
Came home and I spent approximately three hours putting up carrots. Tomorrow, we're going to pull our potatoes. We're nearly done with the gardens. Still have kale and collard greens to harvest. No frost yet, but the night's are getting cooler. I'm going to put up applesauce tomorrow too.
There is so much to do. . . .
This is a 3 day weekend, beginning with Friday. Went to my two year eye exam. My eyesight has improved! Time for new glasses. Peter had his eye exam earlier in the week, so we're both shopping. I haven't bought new glasses in ages, and they are so, so expensive. I was stunned. We spent quite a few hours today pricing out glasses. This experience is close to buying a new car, with circles and arrows and wheedling and dealing on the price.
We're still shopping. . .
Came home and I spent approximately three hours putting up carrots. Tomorrow, we're going to pull our potatoes. We're nearly done with the gardens. Still have kale and collard greens to harvest. No frost yet, but the night's are getting cooler. I'm going to put up applesauce tomorrow too.
There is so much to do. . . .
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