3X JUNO NOMINEES/3X CFMA WINNERS SULTANS OF STRING’S new single The Power of the Land out TODAY!

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3X JUNO NOMINEES/3X CFMA WINNERS SULTANS OF STRING’S new single
The Power of the Land out on October 25, 2019, ON MCKHOOL/CEN/THE ORCHARD,
A DIVISION OF SONY MUSIC

Sultans of String – The Power of the Land
Available now here: https://smarturl.it/PoweroftheLand
Artist:  Sultans of String
Song: The Power of the Land (feat. Duke Redbird & Twin Flames)
Upcoming Album: Refuge

“Energetic and exciting music fest from a band with talent to burn… the very epitome of world music: no boundaries, no rules!” – Maverick Music Magazine

NY Times and BILLBOARD charting band Sultans of String are releasing their new single on October 25, 2019. Entitled The Power of the Land, it features Ojibway Elder Dr. Duke Redbird and Indigenous artists Twin Flames.

Sultans of String are 3x JUNO Award nominees (Canada’s Grammys) and 4x Canadian Folk Music Award winners. They recently celebrated their 10th anniversary as a band, criss-crossing North America and UK, and performing at many taste-making forums such as JUNOFest, Celtic Connections in Glasgow, Birdland in NYC, and California’s hip music scene, including the San Jose Jazz Festival. They have sold out Koerner Hall three times (Toronto’s Carnegie Hall) and performed with Toronto, Vancouver, Edmonton Symphony Orchestras. Sultans of String were recently recorded live on BBC TV, Irish National Radio, and internationally syndicated shows including SiriusXM in Washington DC.  At the core of the band’s sound is Chris McKhool’s (Jesse Cook, Pavlo) bold and fiery fiddle, melded seamlessly with founding guitarist Kevin Laliberté’s (Jesse Cook) rumba rhythm- together their musical synergy created Sultans of String’s signature sound – the intimate and playful relationship between violin and guitar. Added to this rich foundation are bass master Drew Birston (Chantal Kreviazuk), guitar wizard Eddie Paton, and Cuban percussion master Rosendo Chendy Leon (Alex Cuba).

This collaborative single The Power of the Land, with lyrics by Duke Redbird and music by Sultans of String band, will be part of a larger upcoming album entitled REFUGE to be released in 2020, featuring incredible talents from the USA/Canada, many of whom arrived as recent immigrants and refugees. We feel it is important to highlight the extraordinary contributions of those that have arrived here from around the globe, as well as global talents that have been ambassadors for peace. Each one of us has a remarkable story to tell, and we are excited to share the beauty of these collaborations with you, featuring special guests from First Nations, Turkey, Somalia, Iraq, Iran, Pakistan, Greece, Syria, Mexico, Portugal, Cuba, and Sudan.

Refuge’s potent and poetic single The Power of the Land features the interwoven vocals of Indigenous spoken-word artist Duke Redbird and married Ottawa folk duo Twin Flames. “I actually heard Duke recite that poem years ago,” McKhool says. “I was so moved that I introduced myself to him after the performance and said, ‘Have you ever thought about putting this to music?'” Fast-forward three years, to the day when McKhool realized he had finally written the right backdrop for Redbird’s stirring words. “It was just one of those beautiful moments where I realized those lyrics might work perfectly.”

This single is co-produced by the multiple award-winning team of bandleader Chris McKhool and John “Beetle” Bailey.  The beds were recorded on First Nations land at the Indigenous-owned Jukasa Studios. Founded by Ohsweken’s, Kenneth Hill & Jerry Montour, Jukasa Studios is a multi-million dollar studio created for world-class and developing artists to make music in surroundings rich in spirit and tradition. The legendary 8072 G Series Vintage Analog Console which spent 12 years of its life in studio 3 at Abbey Road Studios in London England, was purchased and moved to Jukasa Studios in 2009.  Overdubs and mixing were done at The Drive Shed with John “Beetle” Bailey and mastering by Harry Hess at HBomb Mastering.

“It seems that Sultans of String can’t get out of bed at the moment without finding themselves nominated for one award or another. In a word: Magnificent!”
– Rock n Reel – UK Music Magazine 5* review

TEAM:  We are working with an amazing team to promote this single/tour

US Agent: Kevin Peters, GL Berg
US Management: Dave Wilkes
US Radio: Max Horowitz, Crossover Media
CDN PR: That Eric Alper
CDN Management/Booking: LW Communications
Social Media: Scully Love Promo

BAND: Sultans of String
Chris McKhool – LEBANON / CAN
Kevin Laliberte – CAN
Eddie Paton – CAN
Drew Birston – CAN
Rosendo Chendy Leon – CUBA / CAN

Extraordinary special guests on REFUGE include Grammy and JUNO Award winners:
Béla Fleck – USA
Edmar Castaneda – COLOMBIA / USA
Ifrah Mansour – SOMALIA / USA
Imad Al Taha – IRAQ / USA
Yasmin Levy – ISRAEL
Gundem Yayli Grubu – TURKEY

Ahmed Moneka  – IRAQ / CAN
Amir Amiri – IRAN / CAN
Anh Phung – VIETNAM / CAN
Anwar Khurshid – PAKISTAN / CAN
Donné Roberts – MADAGASCAR / CAN
Demetrios Petsalakis – GREECE / CAN
Duke Redbird – OJIBWE ELDER / CAN
Fethi Nadjem – ALGERIA / CAN
Majd Sukar – SYRIA / CAN
Marito Marques – PORTUGAL / CAN
Matias Recharte – PERU / CAN
Michel DeQuevedo – MEXICO / CAN
Nagmeh Faramand – IRAN / CAN
Ravi Naimpally – INDIA / CAN
Robi Botos – HUNGARY / CAN
Rosendo Chendy Leon – CUBA / CAN
Sammy Figueroa – PUERTO RICO / USA
Selcuk Suna –  TURKEY / CAN
Twin Flames – INDIGENOUS / CAN
Waleed Abdulhamid – SUDAN / CAN

LINKS:

YOUTUBE EPK https://youtu.be/fnog2CowXqQ

INDIEGOGO CAMPAIGN https://igg.me/at/sultans

http://www.sultansofstring.com
http://twitter.com/sultansofstring
https://www.facebook.com/sultansofstring
http://www.instagram.com/sultansofstring

DISTRIBUTORS:
Canada – Fontana North
USA – C.E.N. (SONY/Red)
UK/EUROPE – Proper Distribution

UPCOMING TOURING PLANS:

01 Nov 2019 – Warren, PA (US) – Struthers Library Theatre
02 Nov 2019 – Stroudsburg, PA (US) – Chester Concerts
04 Nov 2019 – Durham, NC (US) – ArtsMarket Official Showcase / Showcase A6
08 Nov 2019 – Toronto, ON (CA) – OMEA Showcase / Quartet
23 Nov 2019 – Fergus, ON (CA) – Fergus Grand Theatre
28 Nov 2019 – Banff, AB (CA) Christmas Caravan – Banff Centre for the Arts / with special guest vocalist Rebecca Campbell
29 Nov 2019 – Calgary, AB (CA) Christmas Caravan – Fish Creek Concerts / w/ special guest vocalist Rebecca Campbell
30 Nov 2019 – Sherwood Park, AB (CA) Christmas Caravan – Festival Place / w/ special guest vocalist Rebecca Campbell
01 Dec 2019 – Turner Valley, AB (CA) Christmas Caravan – Beneath The Arch Concerts / w/ special guest Rebecca Campbell
05 Dec 2019 – London, ON (CA) Christmas Caravan – Wolf Performance Hall / w/ special guest vocalist Rebecca Campbell
06 Dec 2019 – Kingston, ON (CA) Christmas Caravan – Live Wire Music / Double bill– 1st show w/ special guests Rebecca Campbell & Lynn Miles; 2nd show featuring Lynn Miles
07 Dec 2019 – Oswego, NY (US) Christmas Caravan – Oswego Music Hall / w/ special guest vocalist Rebecca Campbell
08 Dec 2019 – Cobourg, ON (CA) Christmas Caravan – Concert Hall at Victoria Hall / pres. by Les AMIS Concerts & The Loft
13 Dec 2019 – Brantford, ON (CA) Christmas Caravan – Sanderson Centre / w/ special guests Rebecca Campbell, Donné Roberts, Ken Whiteley
14 Dec 2019 – Oakville, ON (CA) Christmas Caravan – Oakville Performing Arts Centre / w/ special guests Rebecca Campbell, Lynn Miles, Donné Roberts, Ken Whiteley
15 Dec 2019 – Toronto,  (CA) Christmas Caravan – Kingston Road Village Concert Series / w/ special guests Rebecca Campbell, Lynn Miles, Donné Roberts, Tamar Ilana
19 Dec 2019 – Ottawa, ON (CA) Christmas Caravan – Shenkman Arts Centre / w/ special guests Rebecca Campbell, Lynn Miles, Kellylee Evans, Kristine St-Pierre
20 Dec 2019 – Nelson, NY (US) Christmas Caravan – Nelson Odeon / w/ guest Campbell, at Catherine Cummings Theatre
21 Dec 2019 – Saratoga Springs, NY (US) Christmas Caravan – Caffe Lena – by invitation only – become a Caffe Lena member today!
08 Feb 2020 – Mississauga, ON (CA) Symphony show – Living Arts Centre / w/ Mississauga Symphony Orchestra
07 Mar 2020 – Cobalt, ON (CA) – Classic Theatre / Quartet
19 Mar 2020 – Ely, MN (US) – Mesaba Concert Assn @ Washington Auditorium /
20 Mar 2020 – Thief River Falls, MN (US) – Thief River Falls Concerts / – Lincoln H.S. Auditorium
22 Mar 2020 – Redwood Falls, MN (US) – Estebo Performing Arts Center /
24 Mar 2020 – Dixon, IL (US) – Historic Dixon Theater /
27 Mar 2020 Concordia, KS (US) – Brown Grand Theatre /
28 Mar 2020 – Pratt, KS (US) – Pratt Community Concerts @ Carpenter Auditorium /
29 Mar 2020 – Lamar, CO (US) – SouthWest Colorado Concerts / Trio – Lamar High School Auditorium
30 Mar 2020 – Columbus, NE (US) – Nantkes Performing Arts Center /
31 Mar 2020 – Rapid City, SD (US) – Rushmore Plaza Civic Center /
02 Apr 2020 – Anaconda, MT (US) – Washoe Theatre /
21 Apr 2020 – Burlington, IA (US) – Burlington Memorial Auditorium / Quartet
02 May 2020 – Gravenhurst, ON (CA) – Gravenhurst Opera House / Quartet

RECENT AWARDS:

  • 2018 Canadian Folk Music Awards– Producer of the Year nomination for McKhool
  • 2017 New York Times Hits List
  • 2017 Billboard World Music Charts – Christmas Caravan CD hits #6
  • 2017 Canadian Nielsen World Music Charts – Christmas Caravan CD hits #3
  • 2017 Folk Music Ontario- Songwriting Award for “Sing For Kwanzaa” from Christmas Caravan
  • 2017 Folk Music Ontario- Songwriting Award for “Road to Kfarmishki”
  • 2017 ISC International Songwriting Competition- World category – “Sing For Kwanzaa”
  • 2017 JUNO Award Nominees for “World Music Album of the Year” – Subcontinental Drift
  • 2017 Billboard World Music Charts – Subcontinental Drift CD hits #15
  • 2016 Canadian Folk Music Awards– World Music Group of the Year
  • 2016 Global Music Awards– World Music / Beats
  • 2015 International Songwriting Competition (ISC) – Subcontinental Drift
  • 2015 JUNO Award Nominees for “Instrumental Album of the Year” – Symphony!
  • 2015 Toronto Independent Music Award – World Music
  • 2014 SIRIUSXM Independent Music Awards Winner- World Group of the Year
  • 2014 IMA Independent Music Award Winner – Instrumental Song – “Josie”
  • 2014 IMA Independent Music Vox Pop Award – Music Producer – Symphony! -Chris McKhool
  • 2013 ISC International Songwriting Competition- Instrumental category – “Monti’s Revenge”
  • 2013 Folk Music Ontario- Songwriting Award for “Monti’s Revenge”
  • 2013 Festivals & Events- Performer of The Year
  • 2013 Queen’s Diamond Jubilee Medal for bandleader Chris McKhool
  • 2013 SiriusXM Canadian Indie Awards Nominee for World Group of the Year
  • 2012 Canadian Folk Music Awards winners– World Music Group of the Year
  • 2012 Canadian Folk Music Awards nominees – Instrumental Group & Pushing the Boundaries
  • 2012 Canadian Folk Music Award nominee- Producer of the Year for Chris McKhool
  • 2012 Folk Music Ontario- Songs From the Heart Winner
  • 2012 Festivals & Events- Entertainer of The Year
  • 2011 Ontario Contact – Artist of the Year
  • 2011 International Acoustic Music Awards Finalist – Instrumental
  • 2011 Independent Music Award 2x Finalist – Instrumental Album & World Beat Album – Yalla Yalla!
  • 2011 ISC International Songwriting Competition 2x Finalist- Instrumental & World Music categories
  • 2010 JUNO Award Nominees for “Instrumental Album of the Year” – Yalla Yalla!
  • 2010 Canadian Independent Music Awards nominees- Favourite World Artist/Group
  • 2009 International Songwriting Competition (ISC) First Place Winners – Instrumental
  • 2009 Canadian Folk Music Award triple nominee winning Instrumental Group of the Year (also nominated for Ensemble of the Year and Pushing the Boundaries)
  • 2009 Toronto Exclusive Magazine Award 2x Winner- Best Toronto World CD & Artist of the Year
  • 2008 International Songwriting Competition Winner (ISC) – Instrumental
  • 2008 Festivals & Events Ontario- Best Variety Act
  • 2008 Canadian Independent Music Awards Finalists- Favourite World Music Band
  • 2008 International Independent Music Awards Finalists- Best World Fusion Song
  • 2007 Musique du Monde Award
  • 2007 Canadian Folk Music Award nominees – Best Instrumentalist Group
  • 2007 Ontario Independent Music Award winner- Best Song & Best Instrumental
  • 2007 Toronto Independent Music Award nominees – World Music Category

This recording was produced with the support of the City of Toronto through the Toronto Arts Council. We would like to acknowledge funding support from the Ontario Arts Council, an agency of the Government of Ontario, and Canada Council for the Arts.

 

 

Waiting For John / An Ode To The Century Past / Imagine by Boris Glikman

The Dakota NYCWell, I finally made it to the city that never sleeps.  Of course the very first place I go to is The Dakota. I spent so many years reading about it, picturing it in my mind, dreaming about visiting it and now I am actually standing right outside its famous wrought-iron gates!

It is October the 9th, 2009. I have specifically timed my very first visit to New York City to coincide with his birthday. Surely he must come out and acknowledge his fans on a day like this, accept their greetings, perhaps even blow out the candles on the cakes some of his admirers will undoubtedly bring along.

Within five minutes of arriving at The Dakota—and what a thrill it is to see it for the very first time—Yoko walks right past me. Strangely, she carries no presents in her hands and looks rather melancholy on this joyous occasion. No, not just melancholy, more than that, she looks completely disconsolate and deflated, shrunken almost, as if some vital part of her has been amputated. But surely, once she walks into their apartment on the 9th floor, his famous wit will cheer her up and his cheeky smile will make her smile, too.

Meantime, I will stand here and wait for him to come out. I have flown across oceans to see him and see him I definitely will, despite those ugly rumours I overheard some time ago about something horrifying that apparently befell him a while back. What nonsense! Crazy things like that just don’t take place in our world. Surely fate would take extra-special care of such a man to ensure nothing bad happened to the creator of such sublime and immortal beauty. Why, I am certain he is half-lying, half-sitting on his bed right now, as I’ve seen him do in photos, picking notes on his guitar and creating more sonic jewels of ineffable wonder.

And so I will stand here and wait for him to come out, till nightfall if necessary, for I have to prove to myself that he is in fact a real person and not just an idealised construct created by mankind to satisfy its insatiable need for heroes. For it is almost impossible to believe so many timeless masterpieces could inexhaustibly flow out of one man. What if he is just an archetypal symbol of our hopes, our dreams, our aspirations for a utopian existence and so all my waiting is in vain? But no, that can’t be!

And so I will stand here and wait for him to come out, till nightfall if necessary, to wish him a happy birthday and to press into his hands some of my own poems and stories, so that he can see for himself that we both share the same ideals and beliefs.

And I will grab the opportunity to tell him how much his music has meant to me over the years, how his music gave me the inspiration and the courage to reach for peaks in my own creative endeavours, how music for me is the loftiest form of art and the most sublime means of expression. Alas, not being gifted with having celestial sounds divine arising and frolicking in my mind, I instead am constrained to convey my inner being through lame, unwieldy, coarse lumps of words.

I will let him know how I have tried to continue his mission of spreading hope and light around the world through my own writings, my own actions, my own conduct and interactions with people, for even one small candle can destroy the infinite darkness of the entire night.

Until then, I will wait, for I know if I wait long enough, he will come. He just has to come, for New York City is the place where everything is achievable, the place where impossible, ineffable dreams come true. And so if I just close my eyes and wish hard enough, surely he must appear!

“Waiting for John” comes from a series of pieces written by Boris Glikman titled “Impressions of America” after he visited the USA. This series takes a surreal and unusual look at America. Read more about Boris’ adventures here.

AN ODE TO THE CENTURY PAST

That was the age of despair, disrepair
of the damned and the condemned
but this is now, the New Utopia.

That was the time when we killed off our muses,
throwing their remains to the ravenous dogs;
our innocence disembowelled,
our hopes quartered
with five hollow-point bullets
on that cold December night. 

When six million replaced six-six-six
as the accursed number of all eternity and
six million nameless faces,
six million faceless names
were extinguished for that greatest crime of all –
Existence.

But this is now, the Neo-Utopia.

That was the age of despair, disrepair
when raven-black sun
threw rays of shadow upon the Earth
and giant bullfrogs ate pygmy antelope
bones, hooves and all.

But still we fought on, hoping for meaning to appear.
Yet when it arrived, it was only in our dreams,
dissipating the moment we awoke
and grabbed at its gossamer threads
with our crude, clumsy hands.

And this is now, the Last Utopia.

Imagine by Michael Cheval

“Imagine” by Michael Cheval


Imagine

When the city that never sleeps finally retires to bed, exhausted by its own exuberance and hyperactivity, then and only then does John appear at the memorial dedicated to him in Central Park.

Betrayed and forsaken by God, Fate and Mankind on that cold December night, John now performs for no one but himself, singing softly the sonic jewels of wonder he has composed posthumously, and still believing, despite everything that had happened, love is all you need.

He wears a hat made out of a mincer which is filled not with dead meat but with living strawberries, his favourite fruit, and his piano is a zebra-girl hybrid who died young, at the very same instant John passed into eternity.

If all this seems to be quite bizarre and beyond belief, one must remember this is New York City after all, a place where impossible and ineffable dreams do come true, if only one imagines them hard enough.

@Boris Glikman

Moon as Metaphor and The ‘Tricky Serum’ Of Our Dreams by Dan Stone

Tricky Serum: An Elixir of Poems by Dan Stone

Join me in extending a warm welcome to my friend, author Dan Stone, who has graciously agreed to be a guest blogger for Scully Love Promo.  I loved his debut novel The Rest Of Our Lives which I reviewed in May 2011 and if you missed that, you can read it here.

And now, Dan waxes poetic on the moon as metaphor and the ‘Tricky Serum’ of our dreams…

“Most of what has come into my life so far or what I hope is on the way, started with a dream.  I love them and I believe in them and in one way or another nearly everything I do is connected to them. Maybe it’s a Pisces thing.

I believe the moon is a perfect metaphor for the guidance that is our emotions. The moon reflects the light it’s receiving, relative to its position in the sky, to the way it is turning and what it is facing. The moon is always making its journey and reflecting a focus relative to where it is and where it is going. It is always telling us something about the distance between what is and what can be.

The moon’s phases are pictures of that emotional journey–pictures of desire, pictures of resistance to desire. We can see new desires being born, desires waxing and evolving, desires manifesting fully, resistance to desire releasing, waning. As the moon makes its journey through the constellations, we can observe and feel the desires and resistance relative to that focus, that topic. We have endless opportunities to observe our progress along the emotional journey toward any and every desire that is active in us. Or we have the choice to sleep through it all—to never look outside our window to see how we’re doing.

The moon continues its journey regardless of whether we are conscious of it or not. The moon does its job whether we observe or acknowledge or respect it or not. If our feelings feel like they’re feeling us, all we really have to do is wake up, look through the window that is our focus and notice where the moon is and how it’s doing. We can know then and any other time we choose, what our feelings are about and where they are taking us. Our mood is only a mystery as long as we are choosing not to notice or pay attention to its position in the sky that is our own cosmos of dreams and desires.

These poems, from my collection, Tricky Serum: An Elixir of Poems by Dan Stone (Lethe Press, 2011) are a sort of tracing of dreams and desires and the illusions that sometimes confuse or impede or delay them. Whether present or merely implied in these poems, the metaphor of the moon as our own emotional guiding light leads us on our journey through and to our dreams, to whatever extent we are able to pay attention, to listen and to learn.

As suggested by the title, these poems address the tricky prospect of elixirs. . . the quest for the substance of our dreams, the magic potion for fulfilling what we hold to be our fondest and often most elusive desires. The poems are intended to read as a progression, a journey through the process of seeking, finding, and relinquishing our convictions about what we need or want . . . from an other . . . and from ourselves . . . about waking up, or not . . . from some of the dreams we dream about the only life we can save . . . ”

Luna Leading

She walks in beauty, yes,
but not just like the night.
She moves through the day as well,
a knowing goddess not a guess,
divinely sure of what she tells.
Time and tide and blood
are at her beck and call,
measuring her journey
through the stars, responding
to her signs and phases
even as she points the way
to any heaven that is held
close to the heart,
any distant hell that needs release.
She gently shows us where we are,
whether in or out of sight.
We push back the curtain
or pull the covers to our head.
Either way her lady finger gestures,
lures us to the dreams, desires
reflected in her light.

Awake

On the lake the winds are calm
enough to tell one breeze from the other
and the water lies as still as two lovers’ eyes
holding one another in the space before a kiss,
like sea desiring sky in a privacy before the dawn.

The earth stops turning
long enough to feel that we’ve arrived,
that a wish has just come true
and the only prayer remaining
is a thank you whispered to the trees,
attention to the hummingbirds and cranes.

There are times a lover’s arm around your waist,
his breathing in the night,
will take you home
and other times the memory
of his calling out your name
is all the joy you get to keep.

In the morning
dreams will drop you at your door
and drive away, leaving you to wonder
where they go, and what they came to say,
leaving you alone, awake,
and aching to go back to sleep.

Nondisclosure

I keep some things to myself,
knowing that disclosure
is a sound that sometimes
only dogs and critics hear.
I know the damage dreams
can suffer in some hands.
So I hold them close—
my dreams—
like newborns needing suckle,
like secrets that are magic
only when they are not shared.
Because they’re mine alone
they are untouched . . .
undefiled . . .
unattached to any word or deed,
to any face or form,
to any foreign need.
These dreams they are the force
that moves across the surfaces
and through the depths
and to the heights
of what I most believe . . .
like the stars that speak
the language I am learning,
like a god who only
answers prayers from me.
In my silence I can keep
the faith I feel,
leave it burning and becoming
what I want, without explaining.
I can choose it anytime
and it will always call me
to a place that’s clearer,
sweeter, more than
where or who I’ve been,
more than any company I’ve kept
or kingdoms that I’ve seen.
These dreams, they know the way
and in the not revealing,
in the nondisclosure,
I am getting where I’m going,
I am letting myself go.
I am just not telling.

Dan Stone is the author of Tricky Serum: An Elixir of Poems, and the gay Me081512romantic fantasy, The Rest Of Our Lives: A Novel (Lethe Press, 2009), which was nominated for a Lambda Literary Award, as well as an essayist, photographer, intuitive coach/consultant, and college instructor.  His fiction, poetry and essays have appeared in Focus on the Fabulous:  Colorado GLBT Voices, Charmed Lives:  Gay Spirit in Storytelling, White Crane Journal, A&U Magazine, Astropoetica, Mostly Maine, Bay Windows, Gents, Badboys, and Barbarians, New Gay Male Poetry, and Rebel Yell: Stories by Contemporary Southern Gay Authors.

He is the co-creator with artist Cher Odum of a line of original poetry art and author of the spiritual blog, The Shower Channel.  More information about Dan, his books, fine art photography and consulting services are available through his website: http://firstadream.com.

The Impeccable Lover by Amorah Quan Yin

Le Belle Dame Sans Merci by Sir Frank Dicksee

Le Belle Dame Sans Merci by Sir Frank Dicksee

This morning, I received this exquisite and mind-blowing poem from my Facebook friend, Jeff Brown, who is the author of Soulshaping: A Journey of Self Creation, a book that every man should read.

When I read this poem, I wept. I can’t believe that it sums up everything I think and feel about the man I’ve been looking for my whole life.

The Impeccable Lover

Oh, Gentle man, what do you see
when you look out at me with eyes
of desire and longing?
Eyes that reach out and surround me
with your heat and passion:
passion of wanting.
Eyes that say, “I must have you.”
Eyes that plead, or eyes that lust.
Eyes that say, “I’ve been lonely so long.”

Oh Gentle Man, do not look to me
with these eyes.
Go to the looking glass with these eyes.
Relief awaits you there.
And when you see the conqueror,
the knight, the hungry man,
tell that one to lay down his sword,
surrender his armor and shield:
Tell him the war is done.
Then put your arm around his shoulder
and look him in the eyes.
And when his sword, his armor, his shield
are locked and put away,
and he has cried and called you, “Brother,”
then, Gentle Man, may you come to me
with your soul’s light shining through
from behind your eyes,
able to see the Light and Essence that I am.
Then I will look back when I see
the love and respect in your eyes.
But when I see desperation and lust,
or the need to conquer and own,
I promise you this:
I shall look away.

Oh, Gentle Man, how would you give your gifts to me?
Excitedly, like a child
who picks a flower for his Mother
then runs inside to receive the praise?
Would you give to me to show
how thoughtful and kind you are?
How generous you can be?
To impress me with your charm?
To win my love and reward?
Would you give what you think I want
with the hope for pardon and mercy,
that you be deemed worthy
of all my attention and love?

Oh, Gentle Man, please take your gifts
to your magical child,
who awaits, so lonely and afraid,
in your garden.
For he is in need
of your caring and presence.
Take this child to your breast.
Cradle him.
Stroke him.
Shower him.
And be sincere.
Alas, when he sleeps in your arms,
lay him down softly
and climb the stairs to my room.
and if you see the Light of my soul
and the Beauty that I Am
and wish to honor me with a flower,
a poem, a sweet word, or a kiss,
then give to me with sincerity,
without the need for flourish,
without expectation
or the hope of reward,
but with the quiet dignity
with which you sniff the aroma
of a sweet-scented flower,
or watch in peaceful awe
the setting of the Sun.

Oh, Gentle Man. please burden me not
with the weight of your esteem,
or with the power to give or destroy
your joy, your heart, your image, and worth.
For this responsibility
is far too great for me.
Go find your peace and happiness,
your self-esteem and love.
Find them with God and Goddess;
Find them in flowers, and trees,
in the wind and the setting sun.
Then bring them with you for sharing.
Do not make me your reason
for living or dying-
my approval, the source of your power;
my touch, your salvation;
my eyes, your self-knowing-
for I would grow to despise you,
and you resent and loathe me.
This power that you would give me
I truly do not want.
At best, it could only serve
to soothe the doubts I hold,
and make me feel important to you,
and needed and worthy-
filled with a false sense of purpose-
but fleetingly.
And you would imprison me
away from my own sense of Essence,
and from the truth of my soul,
and from the Goddess that I Am,
and from my true power and Light.
You would cripple me, surely-
admiring me with your eyes that hide
your loneliness and need;
your gifts that beg for approval;
your words of praise that hide
your desperation.

Oh, Gentle Man, until the child sleeps
and is peaceful in your garden,
and the knight has lain down
his sword, his armor, his shield,
then, only then, approach my stairs.
and only then will I meet you
halfway.
When your soul is present and shining
brightly through eyes of love,
then you will see my eyes shining
and looking back at you.
When you give from your heart
and your words are not boasting,
when you know who you are without me,
then I will be free to receive you,
and to give to you fully my love.
For then, we will know that neither
of us can be destroyed.
The surrender that only can come
to two who have first
surrendered to self-
to their own inner Beauty,
and wisdom, and Essence Divine-
will be ours.
Then side by side, in blended Light,
our twin stars will shine
once again.

Amorah Quan Yin

My Favourite Books: The Complete Poetic Works of Michael Madsen Vol. I: 1995-2005

Book Review
Title: The Complete Poetic Works of Michael Madsen Vol. I: 1995-2005
Author: Michael Madsen
Publisher: 13 Hands Publications
Released: 2005
Pages: 464
ISBN-10: 0976726009
ISBN-13: 978-0976726005
Stars: 5.0

Michael Madsen is an actor who I haven’t met but feel as if I know because I’ve watched so many of his movies, read most of his books of poetry more than once and have been a card-carrying member of his fan club.

That’s right, the handsome, raspy-voiced, squinty-eyed actor you’ve come to know through movies like Reservoir Dogs, Kill Bill, The Getaway, Species, Free Willy and Donnie Brasco is actually a bona fide, bloody excellent poet! In fact, I reckon he’s like the Joe Strummer of poetry.

In 1998 Incommunicado Press published Burning in Paradise, Michael Madsen’s third book of poetry. (It’s hard to find the first two called Beer, Blood and Ashes and Eat the Worm – published in 1995 – so if anyone out there has copies they want to sell me, get in touch!) It went on to win the Independent Book Publisher’s Firecracker Poetry Book of the Year award. Madsen’s poems blew Dennis Hopper’s mind “with his drifts of gut-wrenching rifts”, his “street language” and “images I can relate to.” Incommunicado said “his writing is stark yet vivid; he’s been “shot, sewn up, blown up, x-rayed, drugged up, tied up, and locked up.” I always did love the bad boys.

I’ve written about Madsen before in different places but today I am re-inspired after finding out that he has a new volume of poetry available called American Badass (2009) and I somehow missed that fact until now. I’ll be getting it as soon as possible and will review it here.

Michael Madsen astonishes me with the way he makes the writing of poetry seem so effortless. Some of his shorter works feel like the flash of a photograph and similarly the images stay grafted to your mind: sharp, vivid and piercing.

“Life is for the living, but death is for the lucky. Why am I a raw nerve? Why must I see the immense sadness in everything?” It’s yin and yang, Michael. If not for the multitudinous shades of grey, how would we be able to perceive colour? This man feels life like he’s always walking on broken glass.

Some of my favourite poems from Burning in Paradise are: Rain, Dogs and Cats, Love, Man’s Best Friend, Kansas City, Prado, Movie, Christian, Walk, Tears (it reveals more about Madsen than all of his movie roles combined), The Crooked Prince, Bullshit, Out of Jack, The Dog, (Madsen seems to like dogs more than people; something we have in common) Although, James Cagney, Dad and Coles.

This complex, intense and gritty voice is as real as it gets. The man is a paradox. He’s raw, raunchy, scary…and he’s a true romantic. In his own words: “There’s a very fine line between good and evil and right and wrong.” After reading his poetry, I was forced to look at Michael Madsen in a whole new way. In fact, I think I fell in love. He turned me on to the late, great Charles Bukowski, and influenced my own poetry. For that I will be forever grateful. Michael would be the first to admit that he hasn’t always acted in A-list movies, but his poetry is absofuckinglutely A-list! I’d give anything to be able to tell him to his face how much I love his work and just how much he has inspired me.

A Blessing of the Hounds, Madsen’s fourth book of poetry (with an introduction by Quentin Tarantino) published by 12 Gauge Press, frequently focuses on all the shit going on in the world and one wonders if he just might fall off the edge except for his saviors, redeemers and raison d’etre: wife DeAnna and sons Cody, Christian, Max, Calvin, Hudson, and Luke. But it also showcases Michael’s humour. The Read Thru and Goosed made me laugh out loud. Others are touching, poignant, near perfect little gems. My favourites in this volume are: Toronto, Princeville, Death All The Time, Something, End, Quack Quack, Ernie, It’s All Good, Star Throwers and the last one in the book, Fairfax & Sunset. It was hard to pick just a few.

Michael’s fifth volume of poems is called 46 Down: A Book of Dreams and Other Ramblings and I didn’t enjoy it quite as much as the other two simply because I felt that the dreams and other ramblings weren’t as strong as the poems and at times felt too incomplete. To quote the late David Carradine in his Foreward to 46 Down, “He’s tough, all right, and he drinks a bit for sure; but he’s anything but cynical, and the chip on his shoulder is made out of something like cotton candy…Michael’s smile is like that of a fighter who’s been knocked down three times and is still ready to fight, but bears his tormentor no ill will…the guy is sweet.”

Michael’s sixth offering, The Complete Poetic Works of Michael Madsen: Vol. 1: 1995-2005 is superb, encompasses much of the volumes that came before, and is a great place to start when reading his work.

He’s so much more than just an actor: a father, brother, son, friend, poet, photographer and philosopher; a God-fearing, sensitive, tough guy who worries about the future for his children. Madsen is a man’s man whose heroes are the likes of Robert Mitchum, Jimmy Stewart, Charles Bronson, Burt Lancaster, Lee Marvin, Steve McQueen, Sam Peckinpah, and John Cassavetes, who coincidentally happen to be some of my father’s favourites too. Any man who can write a poem like this one is studying the Big Picture:

Forgiveness

God forgive the beast in me
and God forgive the brute.

I never planned it that way.

God help the people I’ve hurt
and the birds that lay dead on the beach.

I never planned it that way,
although the bird thing was
out of my control.

God forgive me some things I’ve said
and God forgive my rage.

I never planned it that way.

God forgive my evil thoughts
and God relieve my pain.

God bring some rain,
No man ever loved rain as much as I.

Rain, Rain, Rain
I never planned it that way.

I never really had a plan at all.

For a man who never had a plan, Michael Madsen hasn’t done too poorly for himself. Although he started out as a petty criminal and he’s seen more horror than he would have ever wanted, he now only plays one in the movies. Michael became an actor at Chicago’s Steppenwolf Theatre under the tutelage of John Malkovich. He’s probably best known for his portrayal of the brutal, ear-slicing Mr. Blonde in Quentin Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs which changed the way we hear “Stuck in the Middle with You” by Stealers Wheel forever. That role alone is proof that he’s a dangerous, dynamic and compelling actor to watch. He’s the kind of actor that even when he’s in a crappy B or C grade film, he’s always the best thing about it. At 6’2”, the handsome, black-haired, blue-eyed, Jack Daniels & cigarette-voiced Madsen is most often cast as the heavy, but if you look back through his extensive filmography beginning in 1982, you’ll discover that he’s played a variety of characters, good, bad and indifferent. Michael Madsen’s career spans over 25 years and over 170 films.

Michael was born in Chicago on September 25, 1959, to Cal and Elaine Madsen. Cal was a career firefighter and Elaine is an award-winning writer and producer. He has two sisters – Cherie, who’s a restaurant owner – and the beautiful, blonde Academy Award Nominee, Virginia Madsen, (for Sideways) who I will always remember from the ultra scary Candyman and The Prophecy, movies in which she also shone.

It’s true he’s made some Gawd-awful movies, and some really kick-ass, smokin’ beauts, but unlike his screen idols he’ll be remembered, not for the blood he spilled on celluloid, but for the bloodshed on the page.

“Do what makes you happy,” baby. Read these books.

Michael Madsen recites his poem Tears
*Note: This video contains explicit language.

If You Want To Change The World…Love A Woman

Poet, Teacher and Storyteller, Lisa Citore

I have been having a very difficult week, filled with pain and frustration after suffering a major back spasm that resulted in a brief hospitalization last Wednesday night.

This morning I opened the most beautiful email from my Facebook friend, author of the brilliant Soulshaping: A Journey of Self-Creation, Jeff Brown. Jeff leads a group called International Year of the Woman and he sent this poem to its members yesterday. This poem: If You Want To Change The World…Love A Woman has given me a much needed burst of love and light and I thank Jeff for sharing it.

“A poem that is well worth sharing… I am sure that when man lays down his arms and honors the divine feminine- both within himself and in another- our Soulshaping journeys will enhearten and this planet will soar…” ~ Jeff Brown

IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD…LOVE A WOMAN

If you want to change the world… love a woman-really love her.
Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense.
Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.
Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing-
every winged one, every furry and scaled one,
every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one,
every not yet born and dying one…
Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.
If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough.
If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet,
you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.

If you want to change the world… love a woman-one woman
beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason,
beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety
and all your superficial concepts of freedom.
We have given ourselves so many choices
we have forgotten that true liberation
comes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire
and burning through our resistance to Love.
There is only one Goddess.
Look into Her eyes and see-really see
if she is the one to bring the axe to your head.
If not, walk away. Right now.
Don’t waste time “trying.”
Know that your decision has nothing to do with her
because ultimately it’s not with who,
but when we choose to surrender.

If you want to change the world… love a woman.
Love her for life-beyond your fear of death,
beyond your fear of being manipulated
by the Mother inside your head.
Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her.
Say you’re willing to LIVE with her,
plant trees with her and watch them grow.
Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty,
by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess
through your adoration and devotion.

If you want to change the world… love a woman
in all her faces, through all her seasons
and she will heal you of your schizophrenia-
your double-mindedness and half-heartedness
which keeps your Spirit and body separate-
which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self
for something to make your life worth living.
There will always be another woman.
Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one
and you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars,
trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.
Man doesn’t need any more choices.
What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine,
of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing,
of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots
strong enough to hold the Earth together
while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.

If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman .
Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
Love her through her fear of abandonment
which she has been holding for all of humanity.
No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
No, she is not weak in her codependence.

If you want to change the world… love a woman
all the way through
until she believes you,
until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,
her wildness have returned to her-
until she is a force of love more powerful
than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.

If you want to change the world,
lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
and love a woman…
beyond all of your striving for greatness,
beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.
The holy grail stands before you
if you would only take her in your arms
and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.

What if peace is a dream which can only be re-membered
through the heart of Woman?
What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine
is the key to opening Her heart?

If you want to change the world…love a woman
to the depths of your shadow,
to the highest reaches of your Being,
back to the Garden where you first met her,
to the gateway of the rainbow realm
where you walk through together as Light as One,
to the point of no return,
to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.

Lisa Citore

Eden Refugee – Poetry & Lyrics by Christine Bode

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Christine Bode self-publishes her first book of poetry – Eden Refugee – available at Lulu.com

KINGSTON, ON – JUNE 26, 2008Christine Bode was born and raised in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. She has lived in Toronto and Vancouver and has been writing poetry and song lyrics since she was a teenager. Her first poem, about Shaun Cassidy, was published by Scholastic Book Services in Rock’s Biggest Ten and in 16 Magazine in 1978. Encouraged by a personal letter received from Bob Geldof in 1987 and mentored in this decade by Canada’s legendary broadcasting icon, author, actor and Renaissance man, Patrick Watson, she continues to write and almost understands the meaning of metre.

Some of her work has been published in local newspapers, various American anthologies and on the Internet. Many of the original versions of the poems and lyrics in Eden Refugee have been edited.

EDEN REFUGEE viscerally reflects the experiences of a young woman consumed by sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, unrequited love and a constant quest for spiritual enlightenment.

This is Christine Bode’s first published collection of poetry.

Link to preview the book or order your copy of Eden Refugee at:

http://www.lulu.com/content/951416

ISBN: 978-1-4357-2630-7

SID’S SONG
July 6, 1987

Body and armchair, a fetal embrace;
mind drifts with music to a far-away place.
Tepid breeze whispers through open window;
steady, shallow breathing; prostitute’s bellow.
Dusk yawns over city; humid air, languid, still;
sleep escapes, stay awake, swallow another pill.

Neon lights flicker, sirens scream by;
not far, a poor bastard lies waiting to die.
Fires rage, rats scuttle, cats howl, children cry;
dogs yapping, derelicts hacking, streetcars rattling, trees sigh.
Heroin eyes; purple, haze-coloured vision;
downtown core, seething roach-infested prison.

Streets stink, cannot think, feet blister, skin peels;
strain to distinguish what imagined, dreamt or real.
Fetid heat, constant thirst; lover dead, fear the worst.
Hole in arm, needle in hand, pain all gone; where’s the band?
Fever breaks in sunshine land;
Sid will take his final stand.

Imagine A Woman In Love With Herself by Patricia Lynn Reilly

This is for all my beautiful women friends, whether they are mothers or not. Without your friendship, I would be lost. You are precious, unique and beloved.

“Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who has acknowledged the past’s influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates her body’s rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who embraces her sexuality as her own.
A woman who delights in pleasuring herself.
Who experiences her erotic sensations without shame or guilt.

Imagine a woman who honors the body of Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her precious life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who has access to the full range of human emotion.
A woman who expresses her feelings clearly and directly.
Who allows them to pass through her as gracefully as a breath.

Imagine a woman who tells the truth.
A woman who trusts her experience of the world and expresses it.
Who refuses to defer to the thoughts, perceptions, and responses of others.

Imagine a woman who follows her creative impulses.
A woman who produces original creations.
Who refuses to color inside someone else’s lines.

Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman who refuses to surrender to gods, gurus, and higher powers.
A woman who has descended into her own inner life.
Who asserts her will in harmony with its impulses and instincts.

Imagine a woman who is interested in her own life.
A woman who embraces her life as teacher, healer, and challenger.
Who is grateful for the ordinary moments of beauty and grace.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who trusts her inner sense of what is right for her.
Who refuses to twist her life out of shape to meet the expectations of others.

Imagine a woman who participates in her own life.
A woman who meets each challenge with creativity.
Who takes action on her own behalf with clarity and strength.

Imagine a woman who has crafted a fully formed solitude.
A woman who is available to herself.
Who chooses friends and lovers with the capacity to respect her solitude.

Imagine a woman who refuses to diminish her life so others will feel better.
A woman who brings the fullness of her years, experience, and wisdom into each relationship.
Who expects others to be challenged and blessed by her presence in their lives.

Imagine a woman who assumes equality in her relationships.
A woman who no longer believes she is inferior to men and in need of their salvation.
Who has taken her rightful place beside them in the human community.

Imagine a woman who refuses to use her precious life-energy managing crisis and conflict.
A woman whose relationships deepen in satisfaction and contentment without depleting her.
Who chooses friends and lovers with the necessary skills to navigate through the challenges of life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Imagine a woman who has relinquished the desire for intellectual safety and approval.
A woman who makes a powerful statement with every word she speaks, every action she takes.
Who asserts to herself the right to reorder the world.

Imagine a woman who has grown in knowledge and love of herself.
A woman who has vowed faithfulness to her own life and capacities.
Who remains loyal to herself. Regardless.

Imagine yourself as this woman.”

The author of this wonderful poem is: Patricia Lynn Reilly, M. Div., Copyright: 1995, http://www.openwindowcreations.com., Title of published book based on the poem: Imagine a Woman in Love with Herself (Conari, 1999)

It’s A Teacher’s Life…! by Helena Harper


A Collection of Poems
Set in a Girls’ Private School

2.5 stars

Writer and poet Helena Harper, was a teacher in several girls’ private schools for twenty years and has written an insightful, often witty and sarcastic collection of poems about her experiences. Sure to be an enjoyable read for other teachers who are in the know (despite being plagued by inconsistent metre which makes her verses awkward to read aloud) It’s a Teacher’s Life…! traverses every school related subject one could think of from “The School Ethos” – a critical observation on the consequences of no discipline in the private school setting – to “The End-of-Year Bash” and all points in between.

Harper’s twenty poems take us through the actual physical places of the private school setting in “The Workplace”, “The Staffroom” and “The Workroom”, to the components of every teacher’s daily and yearly life in “The New School Year”, “The Lessons”, “The Duties”, “The Inspection” and “The Reports.” She also introduces us to some interesting staff members, most of whom she was obviously fond of, including “The German Teacher”, “Matron”, “The Cook” and “The Caretaker.”

My favourite poem is “The Staffroom.” In it, Helena shares her insider’s first-hand look at the “bureaucracy run riot” of the cacophonous, caffeinated sanctuary of the staffroom and points out that there are never enough hours in the day for marking. She deftly transmutes the staffroom into a living, breathing, noisy entity and we feel as if we are right there with her. In “The Lessons”, we discover what drives the teacher and makes the lessons all worthwhile: “The desire to inspire/ to light the fire/ that burns within, / the ‘aha’ in the expression/ when something clicks-”; while in “The Duties,” she presents a facetious look at the every day, non-teaching duties of her profession.

In “The Prize Giving,” Helena sounds a bit tired and bitter about the annual ceremony in which prizes are awarded to ungrateful students and the very occasional thank you keeps the teacher from dying of gratitude starvation: “The meager morsels of gratitude/ becoming rarer each year,/ yet somehow teachers survive/ on this diet of starvation,/ for year after year”. “The Trips” describes the trauma a teacher faces on a museum field trip and “The Open Afternoon” is the dreaded day when parents can come to class to witness how good their children’s teachers really are at acting. Although Helena was trying to write with her tongue firmly planted in her cheek, there are often times when to these ears, she just sounded more than ready to retire.

“The Carol Service” tries to metaphorically sum up how Harper feels about her profession: “The angelic voices, / merging in heavenly harmony/ with the celestial strings of the harp -/ a contrast so immense to the/ infernal noise of school. / Two sides of the one coin -/ serene peace and deafening clamour,/ light and dark,/ good and bad -/ all stemming from one and the same./ So of what use the dualistic/ divisions we live by?/ How often do black and white hold true?/ The separations of reality so arbitrary,/ whereas in truth there’s only one continuity.” This passage is clumsy and muddled and I found, particularly, with the last few poems in It’s A Teacher’s Life…!, including “The Exams” (I’ve never heard the word “invigilator” before because we don’t use it in Canada) that the use of too much flowery language and stanzas spent waxing philosophical about simple concepts like the passage of time made the poems sound pretentious and they, sadly, lost their simple charm.

It’s a Teacher’s Life…! is not a book for young children although teenagers would be able to appreciate this glimpse into the secret world of teachers and might find it somewhat amusing, but they also might notice, like I did, that this particular teacher didn’t seem to be having a whole lot of fun being “the dragon in front of the whiteboard” and after spending twenty years doing it, that’s just a shame.

Eden Refugee by Christine Bode


Well, it’s time for me to toot my own horn for just one blog so that you can get to know a bit about me.

I was born and raised in Kingston, Ontario, Canada and have lived here for most of my life, minus the two years I spent in college in Belleville where I took Television Broadcasting at Loyalist College of Applied Arts & Technology, one year I lived in Vancouver (1994-1995) and the ten years I spent in Toronto (1985-89 and 1998-2004) where I worked primarily in medium and large-sized law firms as a legal assistant. I have also worked as a secretary and administrative assistant in a variety of industries including advertising, television (albeit very briefly – I worked at YTV in 1988), architecture and engineering, city government and medicine among others.

At the peak of my legal career, I was a legal assistant for Michael A. Levine, Canada’s leading entertainment lawyer, and a celebrity in his own right, at Goodmans LLP in Toronto. I enjoyed working for the force of nature that is Mr. Levine, but because of a two year run of unfortunate personal circumstances including having to attend 8 funerals, my dog getting very sick and costing me $5,000 at the vet, my purse getting stolen on my vacation in Ireland (2003) and my heart being broken, I had acute insomnia for eight months and ended up resigning from my position with Mr. Levine in 2004 because I felt I couldn’t keep up with the hectic pace of the position.

I have had a wide variety of creative experiences in my life including being the Vice-President of Student Programming while attending Loyalist College (1983-84) and booking all of the talent for special events and pub evenings. I have been a photo model for a print ad, worked as an extra while living in Vancouver (my first job was as an extra on The X-Files! I appeared in Season 2 – The Red Museum episode and was on camera a total of four times.), done some volunteer work as an usher, promoter of musicians and actors and even co-producer of a play. I had my own website called The Celtic Poet (2001-2004) where I wrote reviews and posted my photographs, as well as a photography business called Celtic Poet Photography for a couple of years and exhibited and sold my work in Artisan’s Alley in Kingston in the summer of 2006.

I have written about and posted photographs I took of Bob Geldof at www.boomtownrats.co.uk (one of the biggest thrills of my life was meeting him in Toronto at the Palais Royale on September 20, 2002!) I am also a Senior Entertainment Editor/Writer for our local entertainment website, PartyinKingston.com and the owner and operator of Scully Love Promo, an Internet based business through which I provide online marketing and promotion for first class talented musicians and authors.

Since I was a teenager I have been writing poetry and song lyrics because I am a huge music fan. My first poem, about Shaun Cassidy, was published by Scholastic Book Services in Rock’s Biggest Ten and in 16 Magazine in 1978. Encouraged by a personal letter received from Bob Geldof in 1987 and mentored in this decade by Canada’s legendary broadcasting icon, author, actor and Renaissance man, Patrick Watson, I have continued to write and almost understand the meaning of metre. Some of my work has been published in local newspapers, various American anthologies and on the Internet.

In June 2007, I self-published my first book of poetry and lyrics entitled Eden Refugee which is available for preview and purchase on Lulu.com and is now finally available at Amazon.com.

Many of the original versions of the poems and lyrics in Eden Refugee have been edited.

EDEN REFUGEE viscerally reflects the experiences of a young woman consumed by sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, unrequited love and a constant quest for spiritual enlightenment.

If you are one of the few who have read Eden Refugee and could leave a review of the book on Amazon.com, I would be very grateful.