Marcia Meier's Blog, page 5

My Interview with "Literary Gumbo"

I recently had the pleasure of being interviewed once again by Fred Klein, host of TV Santa Barbara's show Literary Gumbo, which is a weekly look at the world of writers and the publishing industry. It's always such a joy to sit down with Fred, who was director of marketing at Bantam Books Publishing House for many years.

During our conversation, we got to talk about all the recently released and forthcoming books through Weeping Willow Books – both my books and those of my clients – including:

Ireland, Place Out of Time , by Marcia Meier, 2017 Sharkbait, A Flight Surgeon’s Odyssey in Vietnam , by Guy S. Clark, MD, 2017Yuko, Friendship Between Nations, by Dick Jorgensen, (forthcoming)Unmasked, Women Write About Sex and Intimacy After Fifty, edited by Marcia Meier and Kathleen Barry (forthcoming)

I hope you enjoy your taste of Literary Gumbo. You can watch other Gumbo author interviews here.

Join me at my book signing - July 22

Tecolote Book Shop in Montecito, CA, will host me for a book signing in celebration of my newest collection of poetry, Ireland, Place Out of Time, on Saturday, July 22, from 3-5 p.m. 

This work of art was inspired by my trip to Ireland in October 2015. The sixteen poems, paired with my photographs, depict varied experiences encountering the rugged natural landscape, ancient ruins, the Irish people and their many sheep, and other travelers along the way.

I hope to see you that afternoon! Tecolote is at 1470 East Valley Road, in Montecito, near Santa Barbara. If you can't make it, you can order my book here.

Along the Cliffs of Moher

A poem and photograph from my latest book, Ireland, Place out of Time (2017). Order your copy here.

Along the Cliffs of Moher

Rockface sheer and imposing, rises
from the sea, reminding us
nature makes no allowances

Not here along the Wild Atlantic Coast—
barely tamed, it provokes longing
both distant and deep

I step to the edge,
glance down
to the rocks and surge below

Some faint ancient song
of loss and regret rises
with the tides

 

The Castle on the River

A poem and photograph from my latest book, Ireland, Place out of Time (2017). Order your copy from Amazon.

The Castle on the River

At Ballynahinch, the stones
massive and weighty, watch
over the river’s journey, flowing past
a centuries-old façade

Monument to excess and a way
of life long since gone
of hunting parties, hounds, shotguns
and birds on the wing

castle walls hold secrets
of Irish music and dance,
grand buffets,
women in fancy dresses

Today, tourists shoot clay pigeons
launched from a steel tower
while staff re-create a more genteel
time—only 300 Euros per night

 

 

Technicolor Wool

A poem and photograph from my latest book, Ireland, Place out of Time (2017). Order your copy from Amazon.

Technicolor Wool

In the west, swaths of government
land are leased to sheep farmers

paint swatches grace
every sheep’s back

farmers know whose is whose.
Rams, though, they’re special

their chests splotched purple,
or green, or blue, each

sporting his own signage.
Come spring, farmers read

the colors on each ewe’s rump
—husbandry, and fertility, confirmed.

Sea Ranch—Our Annual Writing Retreat

Here again at beautiful Sea Ranch, near Mendocino in Northern California, writing, reading, walking on the bluffs, hanging with the sea lions and sharing work with my sweet sisters from AROHO.

We met six years ago at the biannual women's writing workshop at A Room of Her Own Foundation in New Mexico, and have traveled from all over the country (Hawaii, Massachusetts, New Mexico, and various parts of California, to be together once a year since.

This year I have been madly working on finishing the final revision of my memoir, and it's almost there (cheers and clapping). It has been a wonderful and relaxing week, as well, and I have relished the time I've had to walk with friends, read, and contemplate this beautiful stretch of coastline. Nature abounds. See for yourself...

Sea lions rookery—how many can you count?

The view from our house.

Native grasses.

Yellow lupine.

Celebrate Your Public Library

My essay, “I Found the World in a Library," has just been published as part of the anthology, Library Book: Writers on Libraries, compiled and edited by Santa Barbara’s Steven Gilbar. Each essay in the collection, which celebrates the Santa Barbara Central Library’s 100th anniversary, explores the author’s personal stories about the Santa Barbara Library or how libraries have shaped their lives. I wrote about my hometown library, Hackley Public Library in Muskegon, Mich., which greatly influenced me as a child and sparked my love of reading and, by extension, writing.Authors who have contributed include both native-born and Santa Barbara-based writers, like Fanny Flagg, Sue Grafton, Pico Iyer, and Gretel Ehrlich, as well as all the living Santa Barbara poets laureate Perie Longo, Chryss Yost, David Starkey, Sojourner Kincaid Rolle, and the current laureate, Enid Osborn. Nationally known authors Neil Gaiman, the late Ray Bradbury, and Ursula K. LeGuin are among the contributors, and the foreword was written by Santa Barbara’s T.C. Boyle.Copies can be found throughout the library system and at local bookstores Chaucer's, The Book Den and Tecolote, as well as on Amazon. Proceeds go to the library. What a gift it is to have access to free books! Read more about the anthology here.

Ghosts

A poem and photograph from my latest book, Ireland, Place out of Time (2017). Order your copy from Weeping Willow Books. 

Ghosts

In the moss woods

moisture drips upon ancient rocks

my thoughts oblique fire

the pyre beckons

sadness creeps toward my words

your words, our intentions grow

purple with winged birds lifting

red blue orange grief holds us

too close to home, too close to

the spirit that lifts

with your eyes

Driving While Irish

A poem and photograph from my latest book, Ireland, Place out of Time (2017). Order your copy from Weeping Willow Books. 

Driving While Irish

Watch out, he yells, the bushes!

Relax, I say, driving on the left is a
breeze. Roundabouts might be

a tiny challenge, but cruising
these narrow roads isn’t so hard.

The bushes barely
brushed the side of the car.

A Bit o' Bob in Dublin

A Bit o' Bob in Dublin

We found the house on Ranelagh Road,
three-story brick building,
a preschool and Torc Feed and Grain

Sprinkled his sister’s ashes
on the threshold, a link from
California to their Irish roots

The house served his great-grandfather well,
until he, like so many others, fled
to the promised land

He had a “bit o’ bob” they told us,
given its once fancy address.
We breathed in its now bare

façade, felt its pull,
listened as it called
from the deep earth

A poem and photograph by Marcia Meier from her latest book Ireland, Place out of Time (2017). Order your copy from Weeping Willow Books.