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The Moon Goes Sailing By

TheMoonOS

Author: Bettina Quintavalle
Cover art: B Quintavalle
ISBN 1-893068-14-5

40 Pages

A collection of poems and memoirs from a longtime resident of Staten Island, New York.

Her stories bring us back to a Fourth of July celebration and a day at the beach from the 1930’s.

Her poems explore aging, nature and the metaphysical.

From The Moon Goes Sailing By

Interior age is a nuisance–the sun is shining,
the air a fragrance and the world is up for grabs–until locked knees prevent arising! But take your time–wear the new outfit today–should be interesting–lots of new folk and always long-time friends–lucky the hairdresser was in–so everything’s set–Let’s go–A glance in the mirror and Ye Gods! Not that old!
Literal age stares back.

A writer? forgot my glasses!


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With Candor

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Authors: Peggy Garrison, David Quintavalle
ISBN 1-893068-02-1

26 Pages

Originally presented as a joint reading of poetry and short dramatic pieces, With Candor, sought to show the interelation of themes between writers with distinct styles.

This volume presents the poetry portion of the program. Themes include: family, betrayal and disillusionment.

From With Candor

Waters to cross, saliva and the sea,
phrases floating as tongue’s steerage,
cultures and language admitted and
passed
through the registry of my mouth

Intimate Immigration,
Quintavalle


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The Morning After

MorningAfterOS
Author: Judith Hawk
Cover Image: D Quintavalle
ISBN 1-893068-03-X

Southern gothic, fractured fairy tales–Judith Hawk uses many styles to put forward her dark stories. You’ll be fascinated by every line.

From The Morning After

an old black and white photograph
where the bed caught the filtered
light
and made the man sleeping seem like
a dream.

Only the woman dressed in a white
slip
and looking out the paned window
seemed to be in focus.


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After Midnight

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Author: Robert Ghiradella
Cover photograph: R Ghiradella
ISBN 1-893068-04-8

23 Pages

With pinpoint accuracy Ghiradella’s poems dissect a moment, a memory a character or some bit of nature.

Each short poem asks to be read several times so that we can be sure we’ve absorbed its full message.

After Midnight

She takes the razor and
slices it across her wrist,
several times,
just deep enough to draw blood,
watches, fascinated,
as the first beads well up,
run down her arm, gather momentum.
She holds the arm to the light,
a present, a red trophey,
licks the blood, savoring it,
remembering how she tastes.
Then she walks to the bedroom
and dials her boyfriend,
tells him to come over, quick


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Ties

TiesOS

Author: Peggy Garrison
Cover Art: Abdellah Akhdi
ISBN 1-893068-06-4

21 Pages

A thought provoking collection of short, intense poems. Fraught with symbolism and danger these tight poems make us think; about the secret places they dwell in and about ourselves.

From Ties

D e s e r t e d

That artichoke
lying on those scarlet
cinders
under the splintered
sycamore
makes me tremble;

this jigsaw becomes the 21st koan,
another ribbon to swallow.


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Wait: A Parkinson’s Poem Sequence

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Author: Peggy Garrison
Cover art: Abdellah Akhdi
ISBN 1-893068-18-8

16 Pages

From Wait

My Missing Brain Cells:
little boys
department-store lost
with no loud speaker
paging


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Charing Cross Bridge and other Poems

CharingCross

Author: Peggy Garrison
Cover art: Abdellah Akhdi
ISBN 1-893068-00-5

20 Pages

Each poem in this collection draws its inspiration from a masterpiece of modern painting. However, never do the poems remain locked within the canvass. The paintings are merely a jumping-off point for the author’s imagination or for a journey to the past.

From Charing Cross Bridge
Old cars are moving down the
promenade
like slow horses;
a bus loaded with misery
grinds back to the past.


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Lost

Lost

Author: Edith Chevat
Cover image: Ruth Mandel
ISBN 1-893068-13-7

21 Pages

This long narrative poem movingly follows the author’s jouney in the immediate hours and weeks after 9/11. Through rich personal details we begin to understand that it is both the story of the external tragedy and her internal struggle with our mortality.


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The Carl Chronicles

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Author: David Quintavalle
ISBN 1-893068-05-6

21 Pages

With many styles–poetry and prose–through many cities, this is the story of a relationship and self awareness.

From Carl Chronicles

Dining in Yellow

Country French
walking these damn rues
of the Marais
Carl eternally indecisive,
looking for that perfect
yellow room with blue-white china
and a warm hearth
where I could roll up my sleeves,
play Maman, to his little
Carl Louis and serve mussels
a la Greque–
and he still hasn’t said five damn
words
in French!


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Inky Star

InkyStar
Author: David Quintavalle
ISBN 1-893068-01-3

A very personal collection of poems covering childhood, solitutde and loss.

From Inky Star

L’Horloge D’Orsay

The great clock is before me
but I am behind it, inside;
our faces are reversed and the long steel
hands
grind backwards each minute.

Behind me a tall cream sail,
cut down its center,
stretches to ease the glare of time.
There is no wind within the clock to
send us back.

Through the clock lie the Seine, the
Louvre
and much further, edged by the clock’s
frame,
the Basilica of Sacre Coeur.
The white marble balzes in the light;
the same light
The stings my eyes,
that stills my sails.


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