Crater Cleveland Poets Directory

be included in the Greater Cleveland Poets Directory 2009...

since not everybody is web-savvy Michael Gill kindly put a call in the SCENE this week, and mentions the deadline January 15, 2009. why wait?

the book will include poets' contacts, so other poets can reach them, and to give hosts and MCs a reference when seeking poets for gigs and showcases. it also shall list various ongoing events, to be a resource for poets new to the town, or looking to catch a public friendly event.

of course i will make it into a Panda style pub.

if you would like to list your company or venue site or press, this is welcome too.
so send now! this wil be available by Feb. 1, at some local bookstores.
mail me at greenpandapress@gmail.com

Yahoo Offers Some Trifling Headlines, Right?

The Most Likely Reason For That Gondola Accident.
The Reason Women Sometimes Leave A Faucets Sharp Hairs On
Cold Clean PorceLain
I Lain I Lain Eye Lane:

It Were The Car Wheels,

Or Brakes Squeaking,
Was It Every Car In The Area
Squeaked The Stops
My Nightwalk?

Squeaking Kept Bringenening Me Back To,
And I Waking Still Walking.

It Was Inferred That Green Moon Ringing Lids Orange A While.
There Had Been The Suggestion Of A Buckling Beneath That
Ladyskirt, Worn For Days.

A Big Green Bus Barrelled Thru Almost Into Me And Thank God
For All The Ice He Didn’t Slide.

There Went The Absence Of Sqeaking.

The Stockings Net Unshimmied A Hot Leg While The Lady Skirted Steaks.
A Man Handed Thru His Peppered Locks, & Sat To Reopen A Moot Letter Instead.
There Were Reactions Mixed To The Beat-On, Paralyzed Woman
Who Sued Her Ruscuer,
And Them Were Mixed Like A
Coffin In A Dam.

True I Walked Once In A Dam Surrounded
By The Buried. The Same Gondola Was Pried Open
I Imagine, The Night I Avoided Helicopter Beams
By Running To The Next Good Shadow, Beside The
Next Big Carved Granite Hunkola.
Memorials.
Someone Fell Out Of A Boat, And Now We Are All
Supposed To Consider The Consequences Before
We Go Fish.

New Book Water Said

an anthology of 8 for o-eight, Water Said starts and ends with eyes, (Scott Tammaro/d.a. levy), and contains poems by Langston Hughes, George Wallace, Hank Beukema, Tom Kryss, Bree & Steve Goldberg. a shot of slickered folks crossing near Niagara Falls shot by Brian Bodnar's on the wraps. stapled chappie, barely legal sized.

the gist of the poem is 'we's Americans'. a generous gist it is.

get a copy!
i will make eighty ovem for eight /o eight o eight is a good number....several available NOW. $5 includes shipping and bitty books inserted fer gratis.
inquire : greenpandapress@gmail.com

Work Joke

So for our work x-mas party, our managers are renting a dead horse,
so we can all take turns beating it.

That is my joke for 2008.

Steve Goldberg sent me several poems, several months late, for an anthology i never made. (turned into a serial, really). it was to be called Crater Cleveland Erie: a Cleve. on Cleve. produxion, named after the NBA court sized crater which lived for a time in our Public Square, and formatted after an old La Charity. Goldberg's poem Nothing Else I Can Do (for Terry Provost) was finally printed by Green Panda Press as vol. iv of Cleve. on Cleve. series. i mispelled his name on the title page. sent about 80 of these blundered gate-fold broads into the wider world outside my smokehouse. i have not yet printed a corrected version, as i promised him. but i sure do think about doing so! tonite i began a true attempt at the next compile.
in my searches i found this Goldberg ditty, mentioning me!

Commuting Musing

Refreshed after a rare full night’s rest
no boozing, no porn, no project
to sap the strength needed to battle the mundane.

Settled to Bree poems, set so beautifully
listening to the singing in my head
word and letterplay frolicking thru my eye
the tones chasing the worry of not understanding away
It didn’t matter and sleep slid silkily in.

Awoke thinking of Sparta
How that happens is a delightful mystery
that has me giggling in the shower
and while I make my lunch sandwich.

It carries me as I drive against
the heavy traffic and the two headed
red coin flipping in my mind.
The promise of love and the agony of hate
is left spinning

Then I’m punched in the nose by a skunk’s final volley
in his last stand against a careening car,
the winner oblivious to his victory
and the rest of us
just collateral damage.

SBG 5-17-007



when someone writes on you, it is not immediately clear what lies in them words. it is like looking at yourself on acid in a mirror, alone. when i was 18 i dropped some, and looked, and there was a rather feminine, blue dinosaur blushing back.
this Goldberg (aka Golberg) is a poet--heck, a staple in this his and my city known for poets. i appreciate his forthcomingedness, and candor. you can get his juices flowing with your own damn poems by attending Thursday night readings at the Lit Cafe in Tremont. he is like ta be flowing on grey city sunshine, or beer, depending.

abe linkin

Green Panda titles are now available for perusal and purchase at www.abebooks.com -whether you would like to pick up a copy of Katie Daley's 'Dear You,' (2008) a cple bones, or Michael Ceraolo's 'Cleveland Haiku' (2004) for twenty ballerinas, or simply see what sort of titles are out there, you can go to the abebooks advanced search page, and under publisher put Green Panda Press.


(i saw this dude to th right on Coventry road... the Real Green Panda?)

jupiter, venus, the moon o my

Green Panda wishes to thank folks involved in Sixteen Floors Above the Ground: a Benefit for the Sudanese Lost Boys of Cleveland, which went down November 22, 2008 at The Lit in my town. poets, artists, businesses and orgs drew together grass-roots to raise awareness about some cats ekeing it out in Browns town, having survived crocs and genocide in their native Sudan. we raised a pretty penny they can throw towards citizenship and education. it may have been some attendees' first poetry sit-down. there was song and response, & Catholic nuns mixing with Buk fans, over art and xmas ales. here was an example of what community means.

i wrote this poem for the occasion,

Think fondly of Eachother
This is what we are
Eachother

Also know we are alone together
And will die the same
Alone

Madness:
in the cooler
of the mind,
the elevators
corridors and yes the
sole stairwalker
even now he whistles
thinking fondly of eachother

A leaf drags along the ground for miles

(eachother)

A cricket intermittently makes an announcement

‘Eachother’

What it is we share
When we mow each our own

When we type for one

When we meet the mailman
At the door it is in unison

Turn madness into roars
Of joking with eachother
Tears paper thin the walls of
Anger at eachother like
Birthday cakes and chicken
With butter for eachother
For this is what we are

-Bree