Review Phoenix Rising from the Ashes

An appeal to poetry critics to review The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes: Anthology of Sonnets of the Early Third Millennium
 
Since its publication in November 2013, The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes: Anthology of Sonnets of the Early Third Millennium, has generally been met with positive reviews from purchasers and poetry reviewers. As editor of the anthology, I for one freely admit that several authors display considerable talent, while some, I believe, are exceptional sonneteers who have penned poems, which may one day be viewed as masterpieces of the genre.
 
There are also scores of sonnets in languages other than English,French, Spanish, Chinese, German and Farsi, while the English sonnets run from page 15 to 135, comprising 60% of the total in the anthology, sonnets in all other languages span pages 142 to 222, accounting for the remaining 40%.
 
A number of reviewers have already accorded decent marks to the anthology and I sincerely believe that most new critics and informed readers will be able to dispassionately review the anthology. On the other hand, it is equally incumbent to flag at least a few of the sonnets which display considerable talent and especially those which you, as a reviewer, consider to be jewels, pièces de résistence.
 
I am not saying that those of you poetry critics who read English only should feel discouraged from reviewing the anthology. Far from it, it is generally taken for granted that the majority of literary critics of English literature are allophone English, given that English is almost universally considered lingua franca of the world. Of course, I also welcome bilingual or multilingual critics, who are well positioned to critique the remaining 40% of “foreign- language” sonnets.
 
I entreat those of you who are poetry critics to give your dispassionate opinion of the anthology, what we are looking for is an objective appraisal, insofar as it is humanly possible. It does not matter whether you find the anthology below average, average or superior.
 
Regardless of your overall appraisal of the merits and demerits of this anthology, I shall send you all your own copy of the PDF version. Finally, it would be beneficial to the editors and sonneteers alike if you would rate it on a scale from 1 to 5. Also, the Editor who is at present publishing this appeal, every reviewer should bear this in mind, has promised to publish any of the reviews providing they are fair minded & objective in at at least two of the three sites herein listed: Motherbird.com, Artvilla.com or Poetry Life & Times.
 
I am grateful for the endorsement of this appeal by Robin Ouzman Hislop of Poetry, Life and Times. Richard Vallance
 
The Phoenix Rising from the Ashes http://vallance22.hpage.com is also available in hard cover, soft cover and PDF formats from Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble and Chapters.ca, among other online outlets.
 
The home page of the author, Richard Vallance, now a well-established professional historical linguist of ancient Mycenaean Greek, is Linear B, Knossos & Mycenae https://linearbknossosmycenae.wordpress.com, which has become the premier site for research into Linear B on the Internet since its inception in 2013. An internationally acknowledged historical linguist, in 2015 he was published in an international European conference proceedings and in the prestigious annual, Archaeology and Science (Belgrade), and is set to be published later this year in at least one other major international venue for historical linguistics. He is also an active member of one of the world’s most professional research sites, academia.edu, where you will find his page at https://westernu.academia.edu/RichardVallance/Papers

 
 
 
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Partial Nudity book release & interview 9/27/14 on Chicago’s WZRD 88.3FM radio

WZRD Radio (88.3 FM), with a D.J. Cathleen Schandelmeier-Bartels, had a lengthy interview with Janet Kuypers 9/27/14, where she talked about the inspiration for the release of her new poetry book set, for both “Partial Nudity” and “Revealed” (two large volumes that were also broken down into smaller editions of books, including “100 Haikus”, “Give me the News” (of news poems and newsworthy poems), “Let me See you Stripped”, “Twitterati” (of twitter-length poems, “Part of my Pain”, “Rape, Sexism, Life & Death” (poetry on both sexism and almost losing your life, with Slovak translations of some poems), “Say Nothing”, and “when you Dream tonight” (of poems about dreams, including some classic dream poetry). During this interview, she also read never-before-performed haiku poems from her 2014 release of “Partial Nudity” (and most of the haiku poems were also in the mini book “100 Haikus”).

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the 9/27/12 6 Second Poems chapbook

Writings included in this show (in the order performed):

Arsenic and Syphilis
civil
mirror
instead
need
Eight People Outside
floor
of his thirst
hold
fought
strike
console
relegated
extinct
My New Grocery List
Couldn’t
ruminating
barbed
gone
out there
knife
pet
kindness
found
pleading
only
humans
stagger
addiction
At the Camp
Suicide (heat) Poem
sting

Lament For the Lost Country by Dandelion De La Rue

Lament For the Lost Country

Lament for the lost country

Parallel universes, yours and mine
I can see it sometimes
over there
the frenzied madness
climbing to the sky
like steam, like smoke
I can see the
streaky tendrils rising
and I can hear the
chaos.
Can I bring
my tranquility there?
I think
we would be trampled
in the mayhem,
ground into
polluted dirt
by fearful feet
running here and there
running to
more nothingness.

Those smiles – A Poem by Bhuwan Thapaliya

 

Forced from her cloistered life
she walked on the street
 
for the first time in her life
after the quake.
 
“Is it, the beginning of the end
of the Goddess reign?”
Somebody asked.
 
The living Goddess just smiled
and walked on and on.
 
Those smiles changed completely
the way we see our future and extol our past.
 
The earth begins to tremble.
The buildings begin to sway.
 
Is it, the beginning of the end
of the mankind reign on earth?
 
We may as a species, pass out, too.
The earth keeps finding something new.

 
 
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Bhuwan Thapaliya works as an economist, and is the author of four poetry collections. Thapaliya’s books include the recently released Safa Tempo: Poems New and Selected (Nirala Publication, New Delhi), and Our Nepal, Our Pride (Cyberwit.net). Poetry by Thapaliya has been included in The New Pleiades Anthology of Poetry and Tonight: An Anthology of World Love Poetry, as well as in literary journals such as Urhalpool, MahMag, Kritya, FOLLY, The Vallance Review, Nuvein Magazine, Foundling Review, Poetry Life and Times, Poets Against the War, Voices in Wartime, Taj Mahal Review, and more.
 
Author
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In Memory of my Father |Favorite Jacket, a Poem by Linda Straub

In Memory of My Father Poem

Favorite Jacket

Every winter morning
I put on your jacket,
Roll up the sleeves,
Pull up the zipper
Until it touches my neck,
Then wrap my arms
Around its sides
As if it was actually you,
Keeping me warm,
Protecting me from the cold,
Traveling with me to everyday places
We always frequented together;
Back to the past, into the future,
Eternally in the moment,
Your memory, your jacket, your daughter.

Linda Straub
Copyright January 2016