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


Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Angelee Deodhar: JOURNEYS 2017, and! Joy Leftow: TUPELO HONEY

Tama, assistant editor:                                                                                                    
'Two of our bestest friends          
('and most favorite people',
states assistant ed. Frosty)
have had their latest 
('and loveliest', says Frosty)
creative endeavors published!'
'And they are must reads!'
again, Sir Frosty)

haibun, first used by Matsuo Bashō,
is now well established in world 
literature, and continues to evolve...

"haibun is a descriptive prose
scene, a special moment, or a 
wholly fictional, dreamlike space.  
The accompanying haiku directly and/or 
subtly relates to the prose, hinting
at/enhancing the heart 
essence of a haibun"

Angelee Deodhar has been/is/and,
we hope, will be everywhere in the 
creative writing/publishing community worldwide,
including! (from Miriam Sagan):

'There are ten poetry posts on Santa Fe Community College’s campus. I’m still curating them, if retired. Yesterday I walked the posts and put up 10 haibun from Angelee Deodhar in India. They speak of her many journeys, inner and outer.'

Haibun travels from India to Santa Fe thanks to Miriam Sagan first-international- contributor-angelee-deodhar/                    and!

Angelee Deodhar's new book Journeys 2017the third anthology of international haibun is now available on Amazon.
Edited by Angelee Deodhar, it has a total of 133 haibun, the work of 29 poets of international repute.
This is the link for ordering the anthology from Amazon:

Joy Leftow, newly wed! (chorus of congratulatory
meows from assistant editors, Judith, and I!) and! with a new collection of her poems just released!

My Puter

My computer is who I am
I type my secret thoughts 

they move into reality 
Everything about me is there 
in my puter’s desktop

Who I am, my purchases
over several years,
made by internet of course
my music, my photos, my monies,

Its all there
my poetry, short stories, my novels 

my screenplay uh, oh,
Wrote a few on a typewriter

Only hard copies there,
Oh well - almost everything
Still have hard copies of a few things
s all my letters, business correspondence

Everything, my entire life 
stands there before me 
in my computers gaze

Joy Leftow 

violetwrites on twitter, linked in, reverberation and youtube

Tama:  Angelee and Joy (Frosty: 'such lovely names!'), 
Journeys 2017  An Anthology of International Haibun, Edited by Angelee Deodhar, 
Tupelo Honey and other tales by Joy Leftow...

Tama:  'we have our copies!'                           

Frosty:  'here's hoping you 
have your copies, too!'

well done, 
noble assistant editors...
treats for everyone!
(many happy meows, 
including mine)

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Monday, March 20, 2017

Ode to Joy (times two)... George Held, Phased II, and! t. kilgore splake, GHOST LIGHT

assistant editor Tama: 'two most favorite poets and recent collections 
of their poetry!'

George Held, Phased II


t. kilgore splake,

from Poets Wear Prada, George Held's 'poems of the moon's human attributes', 'full-throated and alive'

'including haiku!' states assistant editor Frosty...

 Full moon --
                                                 They roost
nothing to say                               one by one --
                                             crows at moonrise


'here's my favorite'
states Tama...

Moon In Well 

Moon in well, 
illusion it fell

there.  Still,
its image sits

there, in deep
silence, profound

stillness, silence.
Well, well. . .

Front cover photo by Kunihiko Mitzutani, author photo                 
by Cheryl Filsinger
from Poets Wear Prada, Hoboken, New Jersey...ISBN 9780997981100

from Gage Printing Company: t. kilgore splake's GHOST LIGHT                             

'you know, this 
recent photo of t. kilgore 
says all
that needs to be said'

Tama: 'here's my favorite
GHOST LIGHT poem...                        

     mysterious surprises

   ginsberg's sutra wisdom
      beyond bleak lives
   golden sunflowers grow
   hans christian anderson
   ugly unwanted duckling
   suddenly beautiful swan
     fat furry caterpillar
       weaving cocoon
emerging magnificent butterfly
   drunk college professor
      sipping black coffee
       writing first poem
   experiencing holy feeling
       beginning new life

'let's all send t. splake several
post cards and/or emails
stating 'all these years, and still so well done'

                          t. kilgore splake
                          25214 ash street
                          calumet, mi  49913

Tama...  'let's google both gentlemen, and learn all we can about two of our most established and esteemed poets!'

indeed, noble assistants, and we are fortunate to have copies of both their recent (and many of their past) poetry collections

Frosty:  'how 'bout we settle in
with a few treats and                    
read their poems to Judith?'

yes, Frosty!
and let's do it right now

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Window Left Open, ayaz daryl nielsen's haiku chapbook, released by Prolific Press!

Encouraging allsortsahfolks everywheres' to engage with, perhaps review, and/or- purchase! Prolific Press's release of our chapbook, Window Left Open... thirty-six haiku, formerly published in such loverly homes as Shamrock (The Irish Haiku Association), Lilliput Review, Cheap Seats, SHEMOM, and Whisper's In The wind...
to be purchased online from
Prolific Press Bookstore                    

from us (Tama, Frosty 
and ayaz daryl) 
for $10, sent to:

PO Box 596, 
Longmont, CO  

Tama suggests:  'if you really want a copy, just send us postage (let's say $3), and we'll send you a copy'...

from Frosty:  'or just ask us for a copy, and we'll send you one'

        Tama: 'let's show everyone two or three of our poems!'

              yes, noble assistant editors, excellent ideas...

                                  raindrops smattering

                                   across the driveway

                                  all they are, revealed

  your scent

more than the

  letter itself

                            kestrel hovering

                                  so, too, 

                               the moment

well, such a blessing, having Window Left Open published by Prolific Press, and!  we still have twenty books we want to review!

Tama, 'including loverly poets and artists such as George Held and Angelee Deodhar, all of them also dear friends!'

States Frosty, 'now, let's spend the remainder of this day organizing our upcoming words, posts, poems, and, treats! Including Judy!' 

Excellent, Tama, Frosty- and let's all begin with treats!
                      (Meows and purrs abound)

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen


Tuesday, March 7, 2017

bear creek haiku #139: poets Patricia Carragon, Joy Leftow, Carl Mayfield, t kilgore splake, Don Wentworth, artists: Rex Sexton and Paula Yup


assistant editor 
Tama:  'here are just a few of the loverly poets and poems from the heart 
of print 
bear creek haiku #139'

and assistant 
editor Frosty:  
'they are the extra-special treats for the rest of us!'

('all my stories' 
first appeared in 
Gabriel Sawicki's 
a haiku journal)

    In the evening when the trees
    are in recovery from sunlight
    the color and sound of new leaves
    passes between worlds, more worlds
    than we can bear in this life.
    Not needing a name to find their way,
    the trees emerge at first light
    with a fluttering hello, simple one:
    you new in town?

                Carl Mayfield
                Rio Rancho  New Mexico

    hanging low
    the willow
    with the

                 writing haiku
                 while I walk,
                 before I know it -

                 but where?

Don Wentworth  Pittsburgh Pennsylvania

^thank you, Rochelle!^
 Brooklyn, New York

                             like tombstones
                             the rocks remember
                             each flower that died                                    

a praia dorme
         a maré, um corbertor
                   a lua assiste

the beach sleeps
         the tide, a blanket
                    the moon watches

         behind Brooklyn Bridge
         walls of gray mist hide skyline
         delusional rain

 Chanukah candles
 8 days of light
 defeat the darkness

              Patricia Carragon
              Brooklyn  New York
                                                                ^Paula Yup^
                                                          Spokane  Washington


        poet's driven habits

      ignoring everyone else
         those talking arts

                   t kilgore splake
                   calumet  michigan


I wonder when I

Forgot to sing my love song

Maybe time lost love
^Rex Sexton  miss ya^              Joy Leftow   New York  New York

this post, created by noble editorial assistants Tama and Frosty-
they've earned favorite treats and an evening of extra cuddles
from Judith and I...

see you in a moment

ayaz daryl nielsen