Connecting

Fishing

I like connecting here, but true human connection is hard to replicate in the virtual world. It is like the act of writing where we are alone but choose to create a setting for others to join us vicariously in thought and emotion. I can enjoy fishing by reading about another’s experience of it, but I am not fishing. Fishing is an actual thing, more than anyone could ever put into words. We are learning how to trick the brain and create body responses virtually, and even though it approaches an echo of realism, it lacks the essential quality that life infuses into to flesh. Someday, maybe we will be able to walk into each other’s living space and interact via a plasma suit or body screen, but for now we travel via the soul of our words.
As a result, I will often disappear from WordPress, Facebook and other virtual connections for long stints. So until next time—

GONE FISHING

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Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®

Guest Artists: Great Lakes Graham and the Fiddleman

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On Saint Patrick’s Day I had the honor of reading after the performance of Great Lakes Graham and the Fiddleman at the Skyline Event Center in Comins. It was a lively evening filled to capacity in both music and patrons. Troy Graham is a talented song writer and fellow poet from Marquette, Michigan. His partner on the fiddle, Allen Dupris is get-down and ecstatic in bowmanship and accompanying vocals.
I immensely enjoyed the music and time spent with these guys as tentative plans were bantered about for doing a poetry reading up in Marquette in the near future. I look forward to such a warm welcome.
Troy and I also traded books of verse and I am glad to say I felt a strong connection to his work. He is an excellent poet.
I am delighted to share one of his poems in this post.

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Excerpt From THE LOVE TREE

HarsH ReaLiTy

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The Yearning

My being
empty as a bucket
rings
with something metallic
and impatient
as the skin
of a drum.

What the tongue says
doesn’t matter.
It is gibberish
to the ears
that want an answer
from the feet.

`Andale mucho pronto!

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Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®
http://amzn.to/2hZcw1n

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Goblin’s Goop

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Full of Goblin’s and bugs!                                                                                                                               This is a fully illustrated children’s book that is a modern take on the Battle of Jericho.   It is set in the environs of Monsanto’s Evil Empire and is sure to capture the imagination of any child. Continue reading

Reading from City Slicker’s Guide to the Amish Country 3/4/17

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Country Feed Supply

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As Winter tries to close its fist
on the furrowed fields
where discs turn
for the umpteenth time, there’s a memory
in the kernels of corn
dormant ’til Spring— a memory of green,
a memory of gold, a memory of shoots
and roots to behold.

It’s a miracle of darkness
and the blessing of light
when sun warms seeds to life.
The unfurling of Spring
is the beauty of God, peace
to Summer, praise
to storm, food on the table
and the chattel floor.

From field to hopper,
from hopper to bin, from bin to truck
then up and up
the Country Feed Store’s sixty-five foot
grain-leg drop. Feed for horses,
feed for pigs, feed for cattle,
chicken and eggs. One bag, two,
three bags full
of the sweetest seeds— non-GMO.

Excerpted from CITY SLICKER’S GUIDE TO THE AMISH COUNTRY
my newest book available in paperback on Amazon, April 2017.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®

Poetry Reading From The Love Tree

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Photo by Northern Exposure Photography & Arts  nephotoandarts.zenfolio.com 

Excerpt from THE LOVE TREE:

WHERE THE WAVES BREAK

You take me
where the waves break,
where the church bells toll,
where the gulls squawk
and the thunder claps roll.

You take me
to the ship’s stern,
to the storm’s red eye,
to the dog’s bark,
and the wind swept sky.

You take me
from the dark hour,
from the hammer’s head,
from the cold sweats,
and the tempest’s bed.

You take me
like a fresh breath
with a twinkle eye,
with your chin up
and your softest sigh,
you take me—
you take me
In.

Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books
amazon.com/author/richardrensberry

 

A Pixel World

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A Pixel World

I have drifted away
like a feather
down the AuSable
River. I have entered
the homes of neighbors
and new found friends,
the tactile lives
of horses and cows,
the bitter bite
of winter ice
and sub-zero wind.

I have ignored you
like the TV news and all of its
cast of characters.
Most are forgotten, a few
I miss– like Life
Cameos, Richard Ankers and Sofia
Kioroglou.

I am not alone.

I am busy
writing books, interviewing
and being interviewed.
I read
eyes and smiles
without the interface.
It is better that way,
to not feel like a dot
in a pixel world.

Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®
amazon.com/author/richardrensberry