Tuesday, April 24th I read a few poems at the fabulous Multilingual Poetry Jam hosted by Helsinki Poetry Connection. The event was at a great and comfortable lower level venue, Mascot Live Stage and hosted by Kaspar Salonen.
Check out two of my recent unpublished poems in the video below.
I am excited to announce that the audiobook version of A Flash of Insight and Other Poems was released for sale on Audible, Amazon.com and in the iTunes store on Tuesday, January 23rd.
It was a joy to record this book, to have the chance to finally read out loud all the poems in this collection, several of the older ones I had never read out loud before to myself or anyone else. It was a pleasurable discovery how well many of them fit my voice at 53 even if some were written in my 20s, 30s, and 40s.
I’m also grateful to a friend in Finland (who declined to accept credit) who helped me to master the collection and made the audio sound as good as possible for a project that was recorded in my own home.
Remember, that if you sign up for a 30-day Audible membership, you can get this title for free! Please check it out here or at the link below. You can sample the introduction to the book via Audible. You can also hear a few of the poems here on my blog. Please note, however, that the audio versions on this blog were published before mastering or may even be alternative takes not the same as those is in the official Audible release.
Our grandparents knew
Guy Lombardo and champagne
are the keys to New Year’s Eve.
Hours before midnight, in the shoe store,
I could not keep my big mouth shut about the boots you found
which you were terribly excited about.
I just had to say I had bought that same brand last year,
and the heel came off
within weeks. Don’t you remember?
Your excitement faded. Your smile dimmed.
You no longer wanted the boots.
From that moment on, nothing I could say would convince you to buy them.
So what if they might fall apart in 3 months?
What right had I to take away the pleasure you might have found
from your first new pair of boots in 3 years!
my foolishness almost forgotten
I asked you to dance to “Auld Lang Syne”
when it came on the music player. And then
“Enjoy Yourself (It’s Later Than You Think).”
It was intimate, exciting,
just the two of us,
dancing in the candlelight
to Guy Lombardo.
Who knows what the new year holds in store,
for us, or our shoes.
For all you bathtub readers out there, here’s audio only of “Reading in the Tub” from the forthcoming audiobook version of “A Flash of Insight and Other Poems” by David de Young.
There was no turkey, no dressing,
no jellied cranberry sauce, can-shaped and sliced.
There was no pumpkin pie.
There were mashed potatoes, lingonberries,
and meatloaf, but no day off work. It was just a Thursday,
and we might have been thankful
the stores were at least open,
so there was no rush to complete the shopping
for wine and last-minute ingredients for dinner.
We might have wished (had we thought of it)
that our youngest wouldn’t wake in fever
at 1 a.m. and need to be kept home
on Friday, causing a missed day of work
that in America would have been a day off anyway.
Still, these frustrations bring up in me
a thankfulness such a day as Thanksgiving exists,
one day each year we are reminded to be thankful
(as we so easily forget), thankful
we have any days at all, whatever they might be full of.
But next year, for heaven’s sake, let’s make a pie.
Because that summer we met the sea air
was warm and the wine flowed
freely in the ship’s cafeteria;
because, like you, I was on holiday and not
worried about mundane responsibilities and
such details as country of residence;
because as we talked deep into the night, I could not
find a reason to stop; because I wanted
to live in Europe and because you had never been
to America; because I did not know
how to say goodbye; because when
I asked you to meet me in Barcelona,
you said you’d meet me in Florence; because
when I asked you to meet me in Iceland
you said you’d meet me in New York;
because after months of phone calls, me
on my back porch in Minnesota, you
on your bed in Finland, and because of
things I can’t even remember now
I proposed aloud why don’t we just . . .
and you said quietly well, okay.
Listen to David de Young read “A Flash of Insight” from “A Flash of Insight and Other Poems” – promo from the forthcoming audiobook:
Basim opens his eyes from sleep,
looks up to open sky. In another poem
this might be a dream. But in this one,
splinters of wood and concrete
where his wife had slept, a gooey
wetness on his back, his bed
collapsed in a crumpled V.
For reasons he will not know
until tomorrow, he cannot get up. Tonight,
he calls out to the daughter he covered
and tucked into bed just hours ago,
she who brought his evening clothes
when he came from work, would sit close
as he watched tv, as he hoed the garden.
He calls to his wife under stars that
twinkle, silent and cold as fire.
(Read the news story that inspired this poem here.)
Absolute final proof copy of my first poetry collection has arrived. Photo of me and my book, “A Flash of Insight and other Poems” taken by my 5-year-old daughter. Book from Nordic Moon Press to be available in print and ebook formats on Amazon and elsewhere soon. Details to come!
I set the timer for fifteen minutes, pushed start,
then sat, waiting for Inspiration. First I tried
this, then that. Then “the other thing,” but
eight minutes later, still, I had no poem!
Then, with six minutes to spare, huzzah! I was saved!
By Form! Two stanzas! Four lines each! No rhymes!
Less than a minute left now, but nothing to fear.
I knew I would be done by the end of this line.