February 27 – March 4, 2012: Alan Britt and Gisèle Vincent-Page

week of February 27 – March 4, 2012

Alan Britt and Gisèle Vincent-Page

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Alan Britt
alanbritt@comcast.net

Bio (auto)

In September 2011 Alan Britt read his poems at New Jersey City University’s Ten Year 9/11 Commemoration in Jersey City, NJ. and is participating poet for the We Are You Project. His recent books are Alone with the Terrible Universe (2011), Greatest Hits (2010), Hurricane (2010), Vegetable Love (2009), Vermilion (2006), Infinite Days (2003), Amnesia Tango (1998) and Bodies of Lightning (1995). Britt’s work also appears in the new anthologies, American Poets Against the War, Metropolitan Arts Press, Chicago/Athens/Dublin: 2009 and Vapor transatlántico (Transatlantic Steamer), a bi-lingual anthology of Latin American and North American poets, Hofstra University Press/Fondo de Cultura Económica de Mexico/Universidad Nacional Mayor de San Marcos de Peru, 2008.

Politically speaking Alan has started the Commonsense Party, which ironically to some sounds radical. He believes the US should stop invading other countries to relieve them of their natural resources including tin, copper, bananas, diamonds and oil. He is quite fond of animals both wild and domestic and supports prosecuting animal abusers. As a member of PETA, he is disgusted by factory farming and decorative fur. In addition asks, please boycott Ringling Brothers Circus until they stop using and abusing elephants for their bizarre form of entertainment called the circus!

Alan currently teaches English/Creative Writing at Towson University and lives in Reisterstown, Maryland with his wife, daughter, two Bouviers des Flandres, one Bichon Frise and two formally feral cats.

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Alan Britt and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Quantum Physics

(For William Blake)

The terrestrial world revolves pretty much
like atoms, anyway.

Oh, yeah, feathers of crushed walnut
with streaks of bi-polar blue and volcanic ash
burning the furnaces of the night.

These atoms, you and I, these atoms
could be Lorca or Goya
for all we know. For you and me,
for all we know.

This world doesn’t amount to much
more than atoms, atoms rising
from the fur of a grey and white cat
frozen like a marble Venus
upon the rust velvet shoulder
of my subatomic divan.



Gisèle Vincent-Page
giselevp@live.ca

Bio (auto)

Gisèle Vincent-Page from Winnipeg, Canada has had another birthday, just a year shy of retirement. However, with 27 years of HIV under her belt, she has been retired from her high school teaching for some time. Gisele had a book published in the fall.

Visit her on the web here: soultalkergiselepoems-gisele.blogspot.com

The following work is Copyright © 2012, and owned by Gisèle Vincent-Page and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Good Night

Good night to the smiling
moons asian land burnishing the
seascapes of you and me,

strokes of soapy filled waves
washing the shore brandishing
sand gleaming white.

I was here before, with you and
you and you.

Twisting and scraping our way
crustaceans lifting ourselves parts
one over the other till we no
longer were the sea but the limbs
on trees dropping seeds back
through the crusts of time.