The Mojave Road And Other Journeys by Bruce Williams

The Mojave Road And Other Journeys

by Bruce Williams
Tebot Bach, Huntington Beach CA
Copyright © 2010 by Bruce Williams
Softbound, 67 pgs, $15
ISBN13: 978-1-893670-50-1


Review by Zvi A. Sesling

On my recent trip to San Diego I found myself in the chapel of
a Lutheran church in Pebble Beach where they hold a poetry reading
the second Sunday of each month.

On this particular day Bruce Williams was the featured reader. Standing
in front of a mosaic window of Jesus clad in elegant robes, Williams was
dressed in boots, baggy jeans, a T-shirt that had some printed writing, the
last word of which was evil and over that a brown leather vest.

Williams is probably in his 60s, short, bald with some gray hair and a gray beard and moustache. When he reads he rhythmically bend forward like an Orthodox Jew and recites what is on the printed page in a strong clear voice. It is the voice that you will also find in his book: clear and strong. It is also personal, reflecting on his prostate cancer, his wife’s illness and death, and nature.

In Williams’ poetry, nature is intertwined with life and death and his beloved jeep is the vehicle for his journey through life and nature. The mountains, the desert are metaphors for the rocky road of his experiences – and for his spiritual reawakening.

After his wife is cremated Williams poem AFTER HE BRINGS HER ASHES HOME
gathers his frail emotions in seven lines:

Ellen sits
on the mantle,
seared inside
her cedar box.
There and
not there
like him


In another poem he recalls his childhood and how the simple became complicated:

PERSPECTIVE

I loved Kit Carson
when I was a boy
because he was small
and brave

before I knew
the scent
of burning fruit
heard of Canyon de Chelly-

when the Navajo were the rugs
on Grandfather’s floor,
the silver on his hand.

All in all I was fascinated by Williams’ journeys, his metaphors,
his sensitivity, his self-insight and most of all his confrontation
with the death of others and his own mortality.

Williams is close to nature as he was (and still is) to his wife, and
growing up in Colorado has given him a perspective of nature not
unlike other poets, yet with more human meaning.

Having said all this, this book is Willliams’ first full length book of
poetry, following four chapbooks.

The owner of two jeeps he tries to explore the desert at every opportunity
and readers should explore his 42 poems (and the end notes) at every chance.
They confront optimism, fear, love (and what comes after love). Highly recommended.

Mississippi Poems by Linda Larson.

Mississippi Poems by Linda Larson. (ISCS PRESS 145 Foster St. Littleton, Mass. 01460) $15.



Review by Doug Holder



Linda Larson and I go way back to the time when she was the editor-in-chief of the famed street newspaper “Spare Change News.” I was assisting the poetry editor at the time Don Di Vecchio, and I showed her an article I had written about the late Stone Soup Poetry founder Jack Powers. The article was rejected by some artsy magazine, but Linda liked it and published it-- on the front page no less. Well, I have for better or worse been writing articles ever since.



Linda Larson, like many artists and writers has struggled with mental illness, but has overcome many obstacles and has a long career as a journalist and writer, as well as getting a M.A. from the John Hopkins Writing Seminars .



The Ibbetson Street Press published her first collection “Washing the Stones,” and Larson has come out with another collection “Mississippi Poems” published by the well-respected small ISCS PRESS of Littleton, Mass. Joseph P. Kahn of The Boston Globe writes that the collection explores: “…along with more universal truths about family and relationships, the brutality and tenderness we visit upon one another, and the tools we must equip ourselves in order to survive.”



In her poem “Causalities” Larson writes about a heartbreaking drunken encounter with a damaged Vietnam War vet. Here she encapsulates his experience as a medic and the tragic notes he transcribed for the loved ones for his often terminal charges:



“If it is a girl, please name her Marie

After Mother, I know you two don’t get along…”



“When I get home to you.

We’ll get married. I promise you. A big wedding

Just like you want…”



“Please tell her I didn’t mean to hit her.

I’d rather die than ever hurt her.”



In the poem “St. Mick, First Crush," Larson captures Mick Jagger and in turn the heady atmosphere of the Sixties with a stunning flourish of imagery:



“Hashished I was into confusing your freckles with stars; so far gone I could only let you… Lucifer’s hummingbird, stunning in purple gorget, shooting up skyrockets, pulsating throughout a less than eternal night….. Yes Glorious word! You again, and I drank tea menthe, tasted the magic pipe…soon we were understanding Arabic, traveling the Venus express, winking at the eyes of smoke trees….



Larson has the ability to make a bottom dweller like a Catfish reach the high holy, as well as making the eating of Southern cuisine as evocative as any sensual pleasure. Highly Recommended. To order go to:

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