The Writer’s Circle Reads at SPC, February 20

No Subject Is Off Limits For The Writers’ Circle! Join the circle for a reading, 7:30 pm, Feb. 20th, at the Sacramento Poetry Center, 1719 25 Street (25th & R), Sacramento , CA, featuring: JoAnn Anglin, Jennifer O’Neill Pickering, Sarah Stricker, Melen Lunn, Diane Bader, and Patricia L. Nichol. The Writers’ Circle is a group of writers who meet weekly to workshop each other’s writing at the Sacramento Poetry Center. They will be reading selections from their new poetry, prose, and memoirs. They’ve published one chapbook, entitled, The Writers’ Circle Poetry and Prose v.1. Open reading to follow featured readers so we encourage you to bring a poem. Free.  Hosted by Rebecca Moos.

BIOGRAPHIES:

Jennifer O’Neill Pickering is an award winning artist, a poet, and teacher living in Sacramento, CA. Her poem, I Am the Creek, is included in the Sacramento site-specific sculpture, Open Circle.  Some of her publishing credits include: Moon Mist Valley, Cosumnes River Journal, Sacramento Anthology: 100 Poems, Earth’s Daughters, Yellow Silk, Heresies, WTF, Poetry Now, and Medusa’s Kitchen. She has been a featured guest on the radio show, Insight where she read her poetry.

JoAnn Anglin of Sacramento is a member of Los Escritores del Nuevo Sol (Writers of the New Sun) and the Writers’ Circle. Besides a chapbook, Words Like Knives, Like Feathers (Rattlesnake Press), her work is in The Sacramento Anthology: One Hundred Poems and in Voces del Nuevo Sol, as well as other regional publications.

Diane Lovegrove Bader has written articles for Crone Times, Mary’s Pence, Encore, The Sacramento AIDS Manuel, The National Pastoral Musicians’ Association, Catholic Womens’ Network, and Buffalo Womens’ Vision. She holds a BA from the University of Notre Dame de Namur, an MA from Stanford U. and a Masters in Pastoral Ministry from the U. of San Francisco.

Melen Lunn was part of a women’s healing group in 1977, where poems began emerging in her journal. Poetry remains her intrigue and solace. She has been published in Brevities, and has read her poetry in Eugene and Portland, Oregon, Philadelphia, San Francisco, and Sacramento. Melen writes for the California Department of Education.

Patricia L. Nichol is a writer of poetry and prose and has been published in a number of anthologies, including Writing Our Way out of the Dark, journals, and on-line sites. She has an M.A. in English from Cal. State University, Sacramento, and recently earned a certificate in creative writing from the University of California, Davis.

Sarah Stricker has studied with Poets Laureate, Bob Stanley and Julia Connor. She began her studies of Shaman’s Journey under Michael Harner, an internationally known teacher shamanism. One of her ancestors was John Ross, chief of the Cherokee Indian Nation during and after Andrew Jackson’s presidency.

POEMS:

Spring Proverb

She carries home spring

honey bees   sting

lips of redbud

pressed to cheeks of sky

mushrooms tip of crimson caps

golden bowls of sun

wild onion   tears

miners lettuce

the toll of White Bells

mustard greens overflowing

platters of fields

careful not to bite off

more than she can chew

forage with intention

take only what she’ll use

because one still starves

with a full basket of dirt.

By Jennifer O’Neill Pickering

 

By Nature
Yesterday’s poem
stung my instep
as I walked barefoot
in clover.  It left

a troubling itch.
Last week’s poem
fell from the tree
to land on my

shoulder. I, like
a fool, brushed it off.
Once, sweeping: a nest
of poems, some stuck

to each other. Some had
dried out, withered.
I let a poem take me
home three years

ago.  I still feel its
hands on my body,
its warm, urgent
breath in my ear.

By JoAnn Anglin

 

When touched: A poem in two voices

I revel in my amber hues

    said the sunflower.

I delight in shades of magenta and violet

said the iris.

 

I wave my petals to passersby

said the sunflower.

I whisper to them with my scent

    said the iris.

 

I spew my seeds in fall

said the sunflower.

I disguise mine

said the iris.

 

I cherish being picked

    said the sunflower.

I bruise when touched

    said the iris.

By Melen Lunn


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