Saturday, April 22, 2017

VALDOR!, our Barcelona poet, with Paulo Freire! (plus a touch of Bob Dylan)

"We're always delighted when we hear from our very favorite Barcelona
España poet VALDOR!" asserts assistant editor Tama...                           

"and!" states noble assistant
editor Frosty, "he sent us an
awesome quote from 
Paulo Freire!"

 "En el conflicto entre el poderoso y el desposeido, no intervenir no significa ser neutr al, sino ponerse lado del poderoso"
[Written by educator Paulo Freire (1921-1997, from his 'Pedagogy of the Oppressed', Portuguese: 'Pedagogia do Oprimido'), a humane, heart-oriented pedagogy between teacher, student, and society]

Rotten Old Road                                      (VALDOR)
                                                          "... Your old way
                                                              is eaten away,
                                                   please let pass the new
                                              if you can not lend a hand
                                            because times are changing. "

                                                                (Bob Dylan)

The appearance of times
constantly changes,
mutating actions, ideas and ambitions,                          
updating the marbled iron of gene homo's 
changing shapes and colors,
seemingly casting the same
hypocritical shadow over our
past and our potential futures.

Times change ... it is inevitable ...
let us have the song of the sirens,
the aura of legendary myths
held within the hands of history,
Knead the voracious pantomime of fame,
of money, and the possibility
of lives lived at the expense
of the real call to what our work
is and needs to be.

Penance exists, doesn't expire,
is neither young or old,
even as the old voracious
shadow remains upright,
even though our sites and light can
deftly move; you can lend your hand
to the validity of the new and worthy
within changing times without
imposing the assumptions
and trampling techniques of
the rotten old road, 
of consumerism.
                (Traducción del castellano:  Tony Ribell)

noble assistant editors, well done...
should we stop here to ponder what we've just read?...

mews of assent!

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Rex Sexton, his artwork: DEEP SIX Harmony in Diversity (Philadelphia)

assistant editor Tama: "we deeply miss our dear friend Rex, but/and!  
his artwork continues to appear in the loveliest of homes!"

"Yes!" from 
assistant editor Frosty...
"Thank you, Rochelle,
for sending us two 
of Rex's masterpieces 
which will be present, 
among many others, at the

                  Old City Jewish Art Center   
                     119 N. 3rd St.
                     Philadelphia, PA  19106"

                     May 1st through May 28th
                   215 627-2792

Frosty:  "lucky Philadelphia- Tama, Philadelphia is a long way from
Longmont, Colorado- do you think we'll be able to go?"

Tama- "Mister Editor, what do you think?"

Noble assistants, we will, at the very least, be there in heart and soul
among our beloved friend Rex's artwork- and! 
there are five other worthy artists who will have artwork on display:
Melvin Chappell, John A. Benigno, Sheldon Strober
Susan Richards, and! Mikel Elam!

another from Rex:

Tama:  "This one really touches my heart, doggy and all..."
Frosty  "Extra treats for Rochelle!?!"

Extra treats for all of us, noble assistants... thank you, Rochelle!
We aren't able to present a completely clear poster on 
                 DEEP SIX  Harmony in Diversity  (my fault)
but, we all can check it out ("we will check it out!", states Tama) at     their website


time for everyone's special treats! 

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Saturday, April 15, 2017

beloved poets Judith Partin-Nielsen and Patricia Carragon! plus: Chris 'Cricket' Faiers! and, Don Wentworth!

assisatant editor Tama:                     
"April is poetry month! 
(and my birthday!) So!  
Let's do a post
with poems from 
my favorite poets!"

Frosty, assistant editor:
"We have so many favorite
poets, we'll have to 
do numerous posts, won't we?  
and Happy Birthday, Tama!
Mister editor, extra treats for Tama today!?!"    
Extra treats for everyone today, Frosty, and!  
Excellent suggestion, Tama!  
Which poets would you have us begin with?

Tama and Frosty: "Patricia Carragon!  Hi, kitty-cat Sam!  
            And our beloved Judith Partin-Nielsen!  
And dear friend, the Canadian Cricket hisself, Chris Faiers!
            And a visit from our longtime hero, Don Wentworth!"

                  no time like the present no time


little twitch and gone . . . this world              Don Wentworth


                            Migrations #1
                                                In Memoriam
                                                José Angel Alfano Solana             

We crossed over the border
I won’t say how
and what can I say of
freezing desert nights
black sky blazing stars
then searing, burning sun
tearing into flesh
relentless, relentless
the walking, and fear
then- - - - - - -running, running
as sand clouds appear
against the far sky
running, running- - -and then
I lost you and Juan and
the girl running, running
and falling face down
breathing sand and
dreaming, dreaming of naranjas and
water, rain falling and
phantoms unfurling like giant
sails across the desert floor
and the pounding, pounding of
ocean waves in my ears
and then- - - - -the face, the face
of El Senõr

Judith Partin-Nielsen
(poem first published in New Verse News)

Walking to meditation
through fresh snow

                                              red wine and Stones
                                              oatmeal cookies baking
                                              reading your book

                                               Chris 'Cricket' Faiers

Frosty:  "this, our must visit with Mr. Cricket hisself at:

      Riffs & Ripples from ZenRiver Gardens

from Patricia Carragon's new collection INNOCENCE


                     Some people try
                     to chaperone my life,
                     keep me with boundaries.
                     They're always right
                     and I'm always wrong.

                     Don't break the rules!
                     Shut up and dance!
                     You need to fit in!

                     I whirl past them,
                     tell them off.
                     Egos self-destruct--
                     their dogs break free
                     with tails wagging.

                     "and kitty-cats break free, too!"  states Frosty

Tama:  "before birthday treats, can we have more from Mr. Wentworth?"

you betcha, noble assistants. . .

silence falls, too,
on the roof of the house
of rain

                               one noble truth leaf after leaf after leaf

                   GRAND UNIFIED THEORY

                       the moment

especially you, Tama!  Happy Birthday!
"and extra treats!" states Frosty

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Sunday, April 2, 2017

Patricia Carragon: INNOCENCE Cathy Porter: EXIT SONGS

Brooklyn writer Patricia Carragon
loves cupcakes, chocolate, cats and haiku.
Patricia hosts Brownstone Poets and is editor-in-chief of its annual
anthology.  She is an executive
director for Home Planet News Online.

Frosty: "and we love Patricia Carragon!
Greetings, kitty cat Sam!"

for more info., check out her websites:


              Roller Coaster Ride    by Patricia Carragon

                We were approaching the last stop,
                Coney Island - Stillwell Avenue,
                but the N train didn't stop -

                it continued upward on tracks
                that rose above the station
                until it made that sudden descent

                and plunged into the ocean
                where the real mermaids waited
                over an hour to get on.  

Tama:  "Cathy Porter has been our friend
and compadre in various nefarious
(but worthy!) poetic endeavors for
many years, and her successes,
as with having this collection of her
poetry published by

DULCET  dancing girl press and studio

are beautiful.  Congratulations on
this most excellent collection 
of your poems, Cathy!"


            You would be the first to correct
            the inconsistencies regarding your 
            legacy and demise – inflated egos
            and rumors never sat well with 
            Virginia Hensley.  From Arthur Godfrey 
            to Carnegie Hall, you proved that the
            women could do it every bit as well
            as the men, and sometimes better.
            Charlie had your back - even in the fights 
            that had Nashville tongues rolling at 
            a record pace - you dished it out
            just as fast as you took it all in;
            word got out that you didn’t
            mess with The Cline. That plane
            finished off what the car crash couldn’t, 
            but the voice remains for the girl 
            singers who come to Nashville in bulk,
            all with sweet dreams of being 
            the next Patsy

Cathy Porter also has two chapbooks available from Finishing Line Press: A Life In The Day (2012), and Dust And Angels (2014). Her poem Clocked In was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She serves as a Special Editor for Fine Lines Journal, based in Omaha, NE. Cathy lives with her husband Lenny and their golden retriever Lucky, along with the two cat-dog sidekicks Cody and Mini. She can be contacted at

Frosty:  "greetings, Cody and Mini and Lucky!  Thank you, Patricia Carragon!, and, Cathy Porter!, for writing so incurably excellently, and, especially, for sharing it with all of us!
And! Isn't it time all of us had their very special treats?"

yes, noble assistants!    treats for everyone!  

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Sunday, March 26, 2017

Ode to Joy (times three!) Rich Murphy: BODY POLITIC, Jessica Rigney: Entre Nous (with Bradley J. Books), and! James B Peters: THE FARM

from Tama, 
assistant editor:
"This may be our 
favorite post!  
Poetry  from 
our homies!"
from assistant 
editor Frosty:  
"These good 
people are
so exciting..."

ok, noble assistants, here we go!

'It begins at the spine and lips, you see --
                                           A galaxy.'
                                                           Jessica Rigney

We have been to many poetry reading's featuring Jessica Rigney,
and this is a lovely ('and lusty', says Tama) little collection 
of her poetry...
connect directly with Jessica:  
and, Twitter@poetjess

Front and title page art by Bradley Books, truly, one of our own- Tama:  "Bradley was, for some time, one of our homeless, yet! His art and decent worthiness overcame issues, he now works across the street from us, and is a painter and poet exhibiting his work regularly along Colorado's front range!"
Bradley can be followed at Instagram@bradleyjbooks

"And," states Frosty, "this lovely little collection was published by
Boar Hog Press, of Nederland, Colorado" 

Boar Hog Press
uses 30% fiber and 70%
post-consumer recycled 
fiber paper...

Frosty: "they live and
thrive in Nederland, 
a small mountain 
town near us,
home of their 
yearly festival
'Frozen Dead Guy Days'"...

'It’s a Dead Man’s Party
For a town like Nederland that thrives on the colorful, the offbeat, and the weird, Frozen Dead Guy Days is a fitting way to end the short days of winter and head into the melting snows of spring. Trygve Bauge calls it “Cryonics’ first Mardi Gras.”
The community experiences a new burst of life with the festival’s creative contests, icy events (including coffin racing, polar plunging, frozen salmon tossing) basically if it is fun and can be done in the cold, it goes! People come from around the world every March to experience the legacy of Grandpa Bredo – even representatives of cryonics organizations who want to share the science behind this unique story.'
yes, and in the 80's, both my brother and I lived in and around Nederland...
Tama, stating, "mister editor, now let's refocus on two more worthy poets
we also want to honor..."

well said, Tama....

when Prolific Press sent us several copies
of my haiku chapbook, Window Left Open, 

they also sent this poetry collection:


"and we all have read it from cover to cover," states Tama

Frosty: "Prolific Press really purred when they published these 
108 poems by Mr Murphy!"

       yes, Frosty, you speak for all of us here at bear creek...



             The sardine cans
               follow one another into the city
               while a poet relaxes all day,
               crosses your tracks, dots your landscape,
               and if you read one of his poems,
               you've read them all.  "Come out,
               come out, wherever.  You are!"
               The sardine cans
               follow one another out of the city.
               Your life is filled with a house and its tools,
               saturated with olive oil and prosody.

            from Prolific Press,

 "And!", states Tama, "this loverly Poetry collection from our longtime friend, a man we have long admired and appreciated, Mr. James B. Peters, of Cottontown, Tennessee..."

                          THE FARM

                   MEMORIES OF FOUR SEASONS
                      FOUR TO FORTY SEVEN
                        THE WAR AND AFTER



                             THE PEN OF

                          JAMES B. PETERS

"Jim has been sending us adorable, deep-hearted collections of his poetry for some decades now, and we love 'em", states Tama,
"and his poetry books are creative endeavors by him, his children,
and his grandchildren!"

Frosty, "and if you just send Jim a postcard, or a brief note, or!  ask for a copy of his book, many folk in Cottontown, TN, and Longmont, CO, would deeply appreciate your so doing,
and that includes numerous kitty cats":

            James B. Peters
            1001 Cottontown, TN

a few from the heart and soul of James B. Peters, his family, and his friends... 

          They came by sea                                      
          My ancestors
          Turned oceans of prairie grass
          Into homestead and farm,
          Watched wind wave fields of wheat.

          On the hill 
          Spring daffodils 
          Still form the border 
          Of the old farm garden,
          Each year they remember.

          Cast my ashes
          Upon the flooded stream
          So they settle
          On my youthful haunt,
          The farm where I was born.

          Every thing is damp
       In the early morning fog,
           Even the chickens

             The old barn
         Shouldering the rain
            Onto the earth.

           Through the snow
              The old barn
           with its doors ajar.

            Canada geese
         Glide to a landing
         On the farm pond,
      The softness of her touch.

Tama:  "you know, this is the first time I've cried as we're created a post, yet I feel so good because we did it"
Frosty, "me, too..."

yes, noble assistants, me three
and now...

"treats?" asks Frosty

yes!  we have earned our treats, and let's go share them with Judy!  Tama: "also a big hug!" 

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen