Munson and Rosen at Tsunami Books

SHARON LASK MUNSON and LOIS ROSEN will be reading their latest work at TSUNAMI BOOKS in Eugene on Saturday, November 15th at 5:00 p.m.  Tsunami Books is located at 2585 Willamette Street, Eugene OR 97405.

141019-Sharon Lask Munson-2SHARON LASK MUNSON is the author of the chapbook, Stillness Settles Down the Lane (Uttered Chaos Press, 2010), a full-length book of poems, That Certain Blue (Blue Light Press, 2011), and upcoming, Braiding Lives, (Poetica Publishing Company, 2014) She lives and writes in Eugene,Oregon.




141019-Lois RosenLOIS ROSEN’s award-winning poems and stories have appeared in over a hundred journals including most recently: Calyx, Conversations across Borders, VoiceCatcher, Alimentum: the Literature of Food, and The Night, and the Rain, and the River. She leads two Amherst Writers Workshops in Salem, where she’s taught Creative Writing at Willamette University and ESL at Chemeketa Community College. She received an MFA in fiction from the Rainier Writing Workshop. Traprock Books published her first poetry collection, Pigeons, in 2004. Tebot Bach Publications has scheduled her second poetry book, Nice and Loud, for release in June 2015.

Windfall Reading in November

Mark your calendars for the November Windfall Reading at the Eugene Public Library — featuring Oregon Book Award winner Carl Adamshick and Airlie Press poet Dawn Diez Willis! November 18 at 5:30 — FREE!



C. Lapp on C. Kizer and G. Kinnell

In memoriam, by Claudia Lapp:

Between the October Eclipses (Full Moon 10/8 & New Moon 10/23) and Samhain/Day of the Dead/Halloween, two American poets/translators, passionate and prolific, entered the bardo of death. Carolyn Kizer (12/5/1925) died on 10/9, in a rest home in Sonoma, CA. Galway Kinnell (2/1/1925) took his leave on 10/28, in Sheffield, VT (leukemia). They came from the same generation “pod”, as did Maxine Kumin (6/6/25), who passed away in rural NH in February. Kizer was a close friend of Lucille Clifton and I attended a workshop given by them in Columbia, MD. Vive La Poesie!

Here is a small mix of their voices, Cyber Ofrendas (altars) in memory of their unique cadences and the flowering of their heart/minds..


Whatever happens. Whatever

what is is what

I want. Only that. But that.

“To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying with as little concealment as possible,

what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment.”

From The Milk Bottle (Mortal Acts Mortal Words, 1980) : “….seeing that any time/would be OK/to go, to vanish back into all things – as when/lovers wake up at night and see/they both are crying and think, Yes,/but it doesn’t matter, already/we will have lived forever.” ….


On the tidal mud just before sunset,

dozens of starfishes

were creeping. It was

as though the mud were a sky

and enormous, imperfect stars

moved across it as slowly

as the actual stars cross heaven.

All at once they stopped,

and as if they had simply

increased their receptivity

to gravity they sank down

into the mud; they faded down

into it and lay still; and by the time

pink of sunset broke across them

they were as invisible

as the true stars at daybreak.

CEL sez: The famed Oregon Coast starfish are suffering from a terrible wasting disease – they dissolve into jelly. Local biologists don’t know why but are keeping tabs on them. They recently found a large number of baby starfish, a hopeful but uncertain trend.


Crying only a little bit

is no use. You must cry

until your pillow is soaked!

Then you can get up and laugh.

Then you can jump in the shower

and splash-splash-splash!

Then you can throw open your window

and “Ha ha! Ha ha!”

And if people say, “Hey,

what’s going on up there?”

“Ha ha!” sing back, “Happiness

was hiding in the last tear!

I wept it. Ha ha!”


CAROLYN KIZER, from Mermaids in the Basement, Copper Canyon Press, 1984

Sixteenth Day (A Month in Summer): Nearly every night I dream of my mother, dead these four years. I remember reading an account by a well-known doctor, himself the victim of the agonizing disease which had been his specialty, saying the in extreme pain we all call for our mothers.

The dream of the dead,

Kind, brilliant and comforting.

The lost return to us

When we are lost.


Food of Love (1st stanza)

I’m going to murder you with love;

I’m going to suffocate you with embraces;

I’m going to hug you, bone by bone,

Till you’re dead all over.

Then I will dine on your delectable marrow.


Love and Blessings from Cel & Gary in Oregon,

where mushrooms bloom chalky white under our laurel tree ( wet season is here).

Auditions for the Roving Park Players

AUDITIONS for the Roving Park Players’ adaptation of Fanny Burney’s satirical delight, THE WITLINGS, will be held on November 1 & 2 and November 9 from 2:00 to 4:00 pm, and on November 8 from 4:30 to 6:30 pm, at Good Samaritan Center, 3500 Hilyard in Eugene.  Seeking 11 players, age 15 and up.  Be prepared to read from the script.  See or our Facebook page for synopsis and specific roles.  Call 541-914-2374 or 541-686-2738 for more information.

Lane Monthly Seeks Freelance Writers

Michelle Naidoo is in the process of starting Lane Monthly, a regional monthly magazine which will cover a myriad of stories encapsulating Lane County.  She is seeking freelance writers who would like to work with her moving forward. She expects to publish the first issue in January/February.  She can be reached at

Lane Writers Reading Series

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Willa Schneberg & Ingrid Wendt | The Family

The Family: Poets Willa Schneberg and Ingrid Wendt Read from Their Work

Saturday, November 1, 2014 / 5–7 pm / Tsunami Books
2585 Willamette, Eugene / (541) 345-8986 / Admission: Free

Willa Schneberg has authored five poetry collections: In The Margins of The World (recipient of the Oregon Book Award in Poetry), Box Poems, Storytelling In Cambodia, the letterpress chapbook The Books of Esther, and the recently released Rending the Garment (Mudfish/Box Turtle Press). Willa has read at the Library of Congress, her poems are heard on Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac, and she has been a fellow at Yaddo and MacDowell. She is a social worker in private practice and a visual artist. Willa lives with her husband in Portland, Oregon.

Ingrid Wendt’s first book of poems, Moving the House, was selected by William Stafford for BOA Editions’ New Poets of America Series. Her next three books won The Oregon Book Award, the Yellowglen Award, and the Editions Prize. Co-editor of the Oregon poetry anthology From Here We Speak, Ingrid has taught at all educational levels, including the MFA program of Antioch, L.A. She recently opened the Oregon state legislature with a poem. A musician by training, her most recent book is Evensong. Ingrid lives in Eugene with her husband, poet and writer Ralph Salisbury.

The sorcerers are bored and frustrated
standing in their glittery robes and pointy hats
in the corner of my parents’ small kitchen
where the cupboards never close properly,
the pilot light always goes out, and
my father remains spindly and mute
as before he died.
from “Grief,” Willa Schneberg

Now, the small unexpected bells of forgiveness
ringing, ringing, calling me
to attention: what made you
someone to love. All along. I loved you.
And was too busy practicing defense to see.
from “Armistice,” Ingrid Wendt