Local Women of Poetry take the Stage @ Valhalla May 22
Posted on May 10, 2008
Filed Under LT Writers, South Shore Events |
They’ve been receiving accolades for their latest collection of poems that stir the soul.
Suzanne Roberts and June Sylvester Saraceno will be reading and signing books at the Valhalla Grand Hall in South Shore on May 22.
Roberts from South Shore, is author of “Shameless” and “Nothing to You” and was recently named the Next Great Travel Writer by National Geographic Traveler magazine.
Saraceno from Truckee is author of “Altars of Ordinary Light”, a collection of poetry that reminds us to enjoy the daily miracles and personal connections that surround us.
Women of Tahoe
Poetry Reading & Book Signing
Thursday, May 22
7:30 pm
Free
Valhalla Grand Hall at Tallac Historic Site in South Shore, next to Camp Richardson
Wine Reception with appetizers for a small donation. All donations and a portion of book sales will benefit the US Forest Service.
The evening also marks the official opening of the 2008 Valhalla Arts, Theatre and Music Festival. For years Valhalla has been the place for art and culture in South Shore featuring live theatrical performances, concerts, book and poetry readings, art events, and festivals. Tallac Historic Site set on the shores of Lake Tahoe is the perfect setting for enjoying performances almost every night in the summer and fall.
Click here to view the entire schedule.
Textiles by Suzanne Roberts
Agua Caliente, GuatemalaShe kneels on the cracked earth,
braids fabric-red and black
figures on green-shapes
of flowers and birds. She weaves
in blue, yellow. Callused fingers
recreate sky-the moon and sun.At five, she sold her first huipil.
Her toes bent beneath her,
the balls of her feet white
like garlic bulbs. A baby sleeps
in a green sling on her back.I ask her, ¿Cuántos años tiene?
She answers, Diez y ocho-
eighteen years old, asks me
how many children I have.
None. Her forehead wrinkles.
She smiles, says, Todavía no,
not yet. I am old enough
to be her mother. She turns
back to weaving, tells me
yellow is corn, blue is for the sea.
She says red symbolizes blood,
black is for war. Siempre,
she says, Always the war.
Green is reality.* Previously published in Smartish Pace and Nothing to You
She Waves Goodbye from the Window by June Sylvester Saraceno
Beneath the suggestion of skin,
an intricate genealogy of bone,
blue bloodlines map
the back of your hand.For years you were shielded, sheathed
in perpetual and proper white gloves,
until, unveiled, the skin became
a gentle drape of gauze, soft crepe.Mama, even as you began to fade
into spidery scrawl of your
earlier signature self,
there was a delicate force.Your last wave lifted and lighted,
brought back a cool touch on summer evenings
when fireflies winked beyond the screens.
Soft, soft as a lullaby, your hands.First published by Smartish Pace reprinted by Sunspinner online journal
