| A POSTCARD OF A NAKED MAN March Street Press $7.00 27 pgs. available by email use Pay Pal for easy payment - no shipping charge "The Monty Python call, 'And now for something completely different,' serves well as introduction to these poems. Her book moves with the intuitive quickness of dance, and turns from eros to sadness to joy... Her work is alive with surprise and dreams made real." -- Larry Smith, editor Bottom Dog Press, Milldust and Roses: Memoirs |
| HEARTLANDS Urban Midwest 1997 Poetry Chapbook Winner 12 poems in a section titled In the Curve of Time and Space within an issue of Heartlands which also features work by Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Jim Daniels, Larry Smith and others. Available only from Heartlands bookstore $8.00 |
| ALMOST TOUCHING, A Reader for Women and Men Published by Plain View Press, Editor, Margo LaGattuta ©1996 Plain View Press ISBN: 0911051848 259 pgs. $17.95 "There is a cycle in these poems and stories taken as a whole, a movement from burial of one kind or another to an arduous blossoming. This book demonstrates how art can derive from life, how we are located somewhere within the powerful memories of childhood, the struggle to overcome, and our hopes for the future." Edward Haworth-Hoeppner, Professor of English, Poet-in-Residence, Oakland University, MI Available from Amazon for $17.95 Or by email for $10 - no shipping fee - use PayPal |
| DEAR JIM Published by Main Street Rag 2003 Chapbook Competition Finalist $6.00 42 pgs/. available by email use PayPal for easy payment - no shipping charge "This is what happens when a brazen poetess hits middle age.... she still lusts for fun, sexy men and all the trimmings. This is a woman who has been there and done that w/ the zeal most women can only read about.... Do yourself a favor. Read about it!" Review by Cheryl "Cat" Townsend, Editor of Impetus "This new book is a kiss from a suburban mom on blotter acid peppered with flashbacks, interleaved with modern observations, the whole painted by Peter Max while listening to In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida.... The title poem is spoken to Jim Morrison, whom she calls "my mantra, my shaman, my sweet erotic nihilist." Later in the collection her poem "In Lavender" starts out like most of us did who came of age in the Sixties, at a rock concert, then deftly descends into observations of those who burned themselves out on dreams they couldn't release." Marc Maurus, Streets of America, editor of freefall |
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| ON A POSTCARD OF A NAKED MAN lying on the beach, a small sombrero covering his face from the sun, a taller, pointed one on his groin, I scrawl Hi honey. I'm staying across from the beach. I may go to Mexico again tomorrow. I miss you! I don't write Wish you were here, nor that in the bus to the border crossing at San Ysidro, two bulging Mexicans with their American girlfriends banter across the aisle about crotch sniffing. This is in the back where we face each other. The buck toothed girl with the incredibly bushy eyebrows, the one who's squeezed herself into a too-tight dress set off with a pair of red rubber flip flops, laughs and leans forward and motions to her friend. He stretches out of the seat across the aisle, extends his huge grubby middle finger and she throats it. "I think I felt a lung" he sneers. "No," she says, "The angle was wrong. I can take it deeper." Her boyfriend nods. Picture it. |
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| Praise for Linda's work: "Linda's poems are at the heart of every place: in the wilderness of dreams, in the celebration of relationships, in love and in trouble. She has a delightful way of fusing fact and imagination in solid accomplishment." -Stellasue Lee, Poetry Editor, Rattle |
| "Linda's poems are intense and brave: poems that don't blink, that don't look away... Honest and original." -Linda Nemec Foster, Amber Necklace from Gdansk |
| "Full of quirkiness, dark mystery and voice... playful and cynical black humor..." --David Dodd Lee, The Downsides of Fish Culture |
| "There's a wonderfully eerie, almost comical edge in this wry, self-assured collection. Linda casts a clear eye on personal devastations, dangers and desire. Her refusal to yield and her deft way with words give us poems that tell us to picture it, and survive." -- Terry Blackhawk, Escape Artist, 2001 John Cardi Poetry Prize winner |
| DEAR JIM
Thirty years is a long time, Morrison- my mantra, my shaman, my sweet erotic nihilist. It's too weird to think you'd show up panting at my back door, and I'm no longer the lone, braless freak in a high school full of fresh-faced cornhuskers, no more the sweet sixteen leather-whip whose kohl-lined, bloodshot eyes saw your face in every Rorschach blot, who believed she alone could light your fire. Admit it, Jimbo, the closest I'd get to you now is a zipless fuck with some look-alike on your grave in Père Lachaise. I've found a new bad boy-- dingo-barking-mad with your apocalyptic intensity-- ten thousand watts of it burning night and day in my brain. You think he likes older women? Okay, so maybe he doesn't, but look, Mojo, I'm sick of microwaving Lean Cuisine, washing my pantyhose in the bathroom sink every night, waking up in the same bed. He'll be the Gladiator to defend my dreams, someone to squeeze when my day stumbles down the stairs into the basement. Yes, you're beautiful, you'll always be beautiful-- isn't that the tragedy of The End? And maybe asking the Antichrist to be an angel is a lot, but, I could use your help. What I'm saying is: please look after him. Don't let him die in a bathtub in Paris or anything. I got a big load of laundry to do. |
