Spotlight Poet ~ Richard Garcia

Richard Garcia is a prose poet to be reckoned with.  He released 2 books this year, The Other Odyssey and The Chair.  Richard will be traveling down the Los Angeles way from South Carolina to feature at two poetry readings this week, along with his lovely wife, Katherine Williams.  If you are in the area, don’t miss the opportunity to see him.

Redondo Poets will host Richard Garcia and Katherine Williams on December 9th. The free Redondo Poets reading meets every Tuesday at 8:10 PM at Coffee Cartel, 1820 S. Catalina Ave., Redondo Beach, CA 90277. Open mic before and after the feature. Info: Call or text 310-480-4047 or email lcolker@gmail.com.
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Rick Bursky, Richard Garcia, Shivani Mehta and Katherine Williams will be reading in Los Angeles at Beyond Baroque on December 12, at 8:00, in the Mike Kelley Gallery. General admission is $10:00, $6:00 students. (Reading is not listed on the BB site.) 681 Venice Blvd, Venice, CA 90291.

The Juniper Tree

My two brothers are sparrows in the juniper tree. My two sisters are branches of the juniper tree. Go and find my head, one brother says to me. Go and find my body, says the other brother. My two sisters are silent. Or maybe the leaves of the tree are speaking too loud to the wind. When the wind pauses I hear one sister say, Go and find my birthday cupcake, the one with the single candle that mother gave to me. Go and find my pearl earring, the other sister says, the one I left under my pillow. Now the leaves of the juniper tree are opening and closing—I only hear the Juniper tree. It is laughing at something the wind said.

The Tontlawald

Reading the story the boy looked over his shoulder and realized the book was closing, taking the evening with it. Soon it would be dark and he was alone in the forest. He had only read a page of the story, and did not know what would happen next. He had always wanted to sleep in the hollowed-out shell of a tree that had been struck by lightning and had its inner core burnt out. He had read that some large trees were rather selfish. Their bark left a covering of chips on the ground that was poisonous to the seeds of any species of tree but their own. Were there really small lakes in hollows, high up in the canopies of the forest? Would the old couple miss him at home? They seldom spoke, and if they did, it was in a language he did not speak. It might be years before they realized that the doll he left in his place never spoke or closed its eyes.

 

 

Richard GarciaRichard Garcia is the author of six books of poetry. The Other Odyssey, from Dream Horse Press, and The Chair, from BOA Ltd., were both published in 2014. He lives in Charleston, SC.

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