LPR Nominates Six for Pushcart Prizes

Posted on January 26, 2012 by
Tara Hart

Tara Hart's poem, first published in the LPR Spirituality issue, appears in the current Pushcart Prize anthology

As a young publication, Little Patuxent Review is more about publishing emerging writers and artists than about winning prizes. Still, toward the end of 2010, one of our contributing editors, Susan Thornton Hobby, nominated Tara Hart’s poem “Patronized,” which appeared in our Summer 2010 Spirituality issue, for a Pushcart Prize and--saints alive!–it won one. Tara’s 20-line poem consequently took its place in the 600-page tome, The Pushcart Prize XXXVI: Best of the Small Presses (2012 Edition).

Emboldened by our success, outgoing editor, Michael R. Clark, and our new editor, Laura Shovan, each nominated three pieces from our Winter and Summer 2011 issues, respectively. We are thus represented by Casey Cooke’s short story “Without,” Ann Eichler Kolakowski’s poem “Unmaking” and Gabriel Welsch’s poem “The Story of a River” from the Winter 2011 Water issue as well as Erin Christian’s short story “God Bless You With Rainbows,” Derrick Weston Brown’s poem “Touched” and Susan Thornton Hobby’s poem “Girl Queen of the Animals” from the Summer 2011 Make Believe issue.

Each year, most of the writers and many of the presses are new to the series. Therefore, we believe that each LPR-nominated piece has a good chance to win a prize and make its way into the next anthology. That each author has a good chance to follow in the footsteps of Raymond Carver, Tim O’Brien, Jayne Anne Phillips, Charles Baxter, Andre Dubus, Susan Minot, Mona Simpson, John Irving and Rick Moody, each of whom first gained notice through the Pushcart series. And that Little Patuxent Review can again join the hundreds of outstanding presses represented in each annual Pushcart publication.

Note: If you’d like a look at some of the contributors eligible for future LPR Pushcart nominations, join us this Saturday, January 28, at 2:00 pm at Oliver’s Carriage House in Columbia, MD for the launch reading of the Winter 2012 Social Justice issue.

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Book Review: JoAnn Balingit’s Forage

Posted on January 23, 2012 by
JoAnn Balingit

JoAnn Balingit, Delaware's Poet Laureate

Like many Poetry Friday regulars, I often assign myself a blog project for National Poetry Month. In 2010, I took readers on virtual road trip around the United States, profiling each state’s poet laureate. (I made it as far as Idaho, 43rd state.) Naturally, the tour started in Delaware, the first state to sign the US Constitution. That was my introduction to Delaware poet laureate, JoAnn Balingit. My NPM post includes a sample of one of Balingit’s works and a link to the rest of it. In 2012, her poem “Advisory” opens the Little Patuxent Review Social Justice issue.

Balingit’s latest chapbook Forage was the winner of the 2011 Whitebird Prize. The first section examines Balingit’s bi-cultural heritage. Her mother was born in the Midwest and, at age 19, married a 49-year-old immigrant from the Philippines.

“History Textbook, America” is one of the many standout poems. Balingit recalls finding scant mention of her father’s country of origin in history textbooks. That moment becomes a jumping-off point. The poet meditates on all that we lose when we emigrate, including a brother that she did not know her father had. Just days after her father died, “some man we didn’t know / called up. This is his brother, one more shock, / phoning for him.” The uncle does not have a chance to speak his name before the phone and, therefore, the family connection breaks: “a dial tone erased the Philippines.” The poem expresses our tenuous connection to others and to history.

Balingit’s mother speaks in “My Mother Explains My Father to Her Girls.” The poem describes growing up in the Midwest with a sense of connection to the Philippines. When the sun was setting on the family’s home, “his sky rose story-book, crammed with color.” The speaker’s future husband is “a man / from the islands with the climate of heaven…who grew up wearing hand-woven linen.” He wafts into her life, his voice, “fine as a line cast over water, / land and sink without a ripple.” A strong sense of longing pervades this poem, not only between the lovers but also in Balingit’s desire to understand her parents. Falling in love is beautifully described in the context of her father’s foreignness:

…You know
at dusk how sky melts with ocean into one
aqua plane from your toes
to the world’s curve you can’t tell

where you are from anything? So I fell
into your father’s voice—
…He glowed
like the boss’s mahogany.

The poem turns when the mother acknowledges the relationship will end in disaster, particularly for her daughters: “I know his silence / branded you as a vine over time will tunnel / the bark of a tree.” The speaker’s final request is that her daughters preserve some part of their father as they mature.

Even poems that don’t deal specifically with Balingit’s family history, such as “Never-Never Land,” refer to her background. “Never-Never Land” is subtitled “after Malay proverbs.” A list of folktale-like what-ifs, “where cats have horns / where turtles climb trees,” evolves into a real world indictment of the current global recession, “where the rich fall down / and the poor rise up like dough in earthenware.” There is a hint of anger in this poem, “the smell of fine clothing / graces an open fire” developing the title into an ironic statement about modern society.

The section closes with a series of poems that cross from imaginative into playfully surreal, including the flash piece, “The Pitch,” and the poem “My Life as the Fugitive, Tijuana.” Although several poems, including “Story I Learn at Forty-nine,” deal with family secrets and hidden stories, the theme is given a wild treatment in the final poem of this section, “Circus.” The speaker knows there are things she has not been told about her own history. Her reaction is both powerful and indicative of the strangeness of families.

I swallow my mother
like a sword in flames
and dare the lioness of her death to wake
me.

The duality of Balingit’s family has echoes in the second part of Forage. It opens with a series of nature meditations, of which “The Blue Spotted Salamander” is one of the strongest. In this section, animals, plants and rivers represent our wild selves, the part of humanity momentarily forgotten in the hum of technology but always available to an attentive mind. In “My Teenager Listens to his iPod as I Drive Back Roads to the Bus Stop,” nature symbolizes what the mother attends to and her child’s self-absorption:

If I take this curve slowly
we will hear the creek consulting on a fawn
that has shrunken to an acorn of thought
tossed in the roadside chicory.

Balingit's new poetry collection

Balingit expresses a longing for the days when, as parents, we constantly interpret and open the world for our young children. The speaker here wants to engage her silent teen in the natural world because that is what captures her own imagination.

At just 38 pages long, there is much to explore in Forage. Even the cover–the title is subtly separated into two parts and can be read as either “forage” or “for age”–plays with one of Balingit’s central metaphors. Landscape, whether it is a roadside creek or the colorful Philippine sunset, accompanies us through the stages and discoveries of life.

Note: JoAnn Balingit will be a reader at the LPR Social Justice launch event, held on January 28.

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Meet the Neighbors: Enoch Pratt Free Library

Posted on January 19, 2012 by

A journal like Little Patuxent Review requires a vibrant literary and artistic community to thrive–and even survive. In appreciation of the cultural entities around us, we present “Meet the Neighbors,” where we provide you with some personal introductions.

Recently, Little Patuxent Review partnered with Enoch Pratt Free Library in Baltimore, MD to put on a poetry contest like no other: the winning poem will not only be published in LPR and featured in a CityLit Festival reading but also enlarged dramatically for display in the library’s Cathedral Street windows. Last week, Lisa Greenhouse, a librarian involved in the poetry contest, gave LPR Editor Laura Shovan and Communications Coordinator Eva Quintos Tennant such a great tour of the Pratt that I thought you’d like a look around with her as well. So, please meet Lisa and see what she has to say:

Lisa Greenhouse

Lisa Greenhouse

The Enoch Pratt Free Library’s Central facility is both the hub of an excellent urban public library system and the Maryland State Library Resource Center, a rich resource for all the libraries and library patrons of Maryland. It is an especially attractive destination if you care about poetry.

The Humanities Department should be the poetry-lover’s first stop. A walk through the long stacks (or guidance of a librarian) will reveal works of poetry representing all times and places, from Homer and Sappho in Greek to Derek Walcott and Anne Carson. The collection is strong in American, African-American and local poetry.

In each poet’s assigned Library of Congress call-number area, you will find the poet’s works, essays, interviews, biographies and critical works. Anthologies gather the best poetry, new poets, world poets, love poetry or Sufi poetry. If you need to write a sonnet or a pantoum or revise your poem, manuals such as The New Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetics or The Poetry Home Repair Manual can help. If you can’t remember where a nagging line of poetry comes from, one of the Granger’s indexes to poetry can come to your rescue. If you need a book that the Pratt doesn’t own, we can find it for you. Librarians love questions: please ask us!

The Pratt Periodicals Department holds more than 30 current English-language poetry magazines in print form and many more in electronic databases. From the British title Ambit at the beginning of the alphabet to the Yale Review near the end, browsing the Pratt current collection is a great way for aspiring poets to familiarize themselves with the gamut of publication options. The Pratt how-to guide Submitting Poetry for Publication in Little Magazines links to the submission guidelines of many of the magazines in the Pratt current collection.

Enoch Pratt Poetry Contest

Little Patuxent Review partners with the Pratt to put on a poetry contest.

Down in the periodicals stacks, the Pratt’s retrospective collection includes a full run of Harriet Monroe’s seminal Poetry magazine–from 1912 to the present–and a full run–1889 to the present–of Poet Lore, the oldest continuously published poetry journal in the United States. Pratt staff will be happy to retrieve these and other older works for any customer who wishes to peruse them.

The Pratt, which sponsored a rap contest that Tupac Shakur won at age 14, has a long tradition of celebrating poetic talent. The annual CityLit Festival, which the Pratt presents in partnership with Gregg Wilhelm and the CityLit Project, always includes a poetry component—this year, appearances by Edward Hirsch and Thomas Lux. The Poetry and Conversation series, an engaging mix of reading and Q&A, was launched in January. Future guests include Clarinda Harriss and Bruce Sager and two married couples, Jane Satterfield and Ned Balbo and Virginia Crawford and Sam Schmidt. Sonia Sanchez will visit the library on April 25, and Harriss will conduct free poetry-writing workshops on the first three Wednesdays in April.

With its colorful programs and deep collections, the Pratt is a poet’s or poetry-lover’s paradise. Come see for yourself. If you care for the near and far places where poetry goes, you’ll find our tag line to be true: “Your journey starts here.”

Note: If you’re a Marylander, it’s not too late to enter the Pratt poetry contest. The contest closes February 21.

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Thoughts on Social Justice

Posted on January 17, 2012 by

On January 28, Little Patuxent Review will launch the Social Justice issue, guest-edited by poet Truth Thomas, at Oliver’s Carriage House in Columbia, MD. In celebration of the release, I was invited to share my thoughts on the upcoming issue and social justice.

MLK III at MLK Statue

Martin Luther King III (center) speaks at the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial in observance of King's 83rd birthday anniversary on January 15, 2012. (Photo: AP)

I wrote this on January 16, Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. King would have been 83 had he not died at the hand of an assassin on April 4, 1968. I remember this as if it were yesterday. I was 12 years old when he was killed, and I saw my home city of Washington, DC go up in flames. When I previewed the Social Justice issue, I felt something awaken in me that was distinctly different from what I had ever felt when reading any of the other issues. I was brought to tears and filled with a kind of acute empathy that comes from reading and seeing the extension of a collective history and presence that is closely aligned with my own experience.

My childhood in the Sixties, like that of many of my generation born in any major city in America, was overshadowed by the daily struggles for social justice that sent many into the streets, hospitals and jails. In Southeast Asia, young soldiers and innocent people alike were dying in horrible ways from bullets, bombs and Agent Orange. Soldiers–family members–were returning home, many damaged both mentally and physically. Some of them became homeless, others drug addicts and still others committed suicide.

I also remember watching the August 18, 1963 March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom on my grandmother’s black-and-white television set and looking for my parents in that seemingly endless, indecipherable crowd. The energy was palatable even though I was separated from the crowd by miles and that TV screen.

Ralph Abernathy (center facing, short sleeves), leader of the Poor People’s Campaign, near the grounds of the US Capitol Building on June 24, 1968. (Photo: AP)

After King was assassinated, my folks took my sister and me to Resurrection City, the encampment on the Mall for the Poor People’s Campaign. This was the last major project King envisioned before he died. It took the fight for social justice in America beyond sit-ins to a well-orchestrated, well-thought-out “live-in” for thousands of people of all colors, some with families and children, seeking to bring notice to the plight of the poor. Resurrection City, documented by photographers, was designed by DC architect John Wiebenson and his students at the University of Maryland to function as a self-sufficient community. The press called it disorganized and dirty. For those who had trekked for miles to get to the Mall and dealt with the rain and mud, it was the last hope.

Today, information on issues affecting the health and well-being of individuals and nations is easily accessible through millions more pathways than in those revolutionary times, when so much acceptable toxic behavior was unleashed behind the locked doors of homes, institutions, corporations and governments and disguised as normalcy. Movements coalesced despite the absence of Facebook and Twitter, though. Stories were–and still are–twisted to suit the teller, but there were no eyewitness video hounds to disprove them on TV or in newsprint.

Unlike many children today, I heard and listened to the news. I heard about the riots in Chicago, Berkley and LA. The protests, the horror of the fire-hosings, the tear-gassing, the beatings of college students, women, anyone in the way of a police baton. I remember the sight of unarmed, defenseless people with blood running down their faces.

I knew who the Black Panthers were: a progressive, demonized group dedicated to social justice and change. I knew who Angela Davis, Adam Clayton Powell, Jr., H. Rap Brown, Stokely Carmichael, Huey P. Newton and many of the other game-changers in the constant fight for social justice were and met both Davis and Newton when I became an adult. I knew about SNCC, SDS and what those students risked to change the world.

I often wonder whether other children of my generation growing up in urban environments felt the same kind of constant, deep-seated tension that I did–a tension that eventually became my normal for many years–or whether that tension was peculiar to me because I was a budding poet, acutely aware of the chaos in the world around me.

Now, my generation and our elders are witnessing a world where our memory of place has been bulldozed, redesigned, re-purposed, and where, in some locales, the schisms of the past are no longer recognizable. While we have evolved ever so brilliantly with our 21st Century appendages that connect us at the speed of light to every corner of Earth, we cannot ignore the fact that many dwell in the most base level of humanity. Our top-rated entertainment is rooted in cruelty, torture, manipulation, debasement, greed and indifference. These are realities to many, who do not find them entertaining in the least.

Occupy DC

Occupy DC protesters in 2011 with the US Capitol Building in the background (Photo: AP)

Storyteller and mythologist Michael Meade talks about people having to be in the “right kind of trouble in order to change their lives.” In this first decade of the new millennium, we have “the right kind of trouble” all over the planet. The range is vast and crosses political, socio-economic, racial and religious boundaries. The tensions mirror those of the Sixties, and the gift–now as then–is that we poets, writers and artists can dive into this trouble eschewing shame to bear witness to the sorrow, rage and futility of perpetuating cultural evolution based on injustice. We are the witnesses for those whose ability to argue has been silenced and the advocates for what is intellectually promising, what is spiritually and physically sane.

The gift of this witnessing as reflected in the LPR Poets for Social Change panel discussion at the 2011 Baltimore Book Festival, the LPR blog series “On Being Invisible” and the pages of the upcoming issue of Little Patuxent Review speaks to the remarkable and horrendous aspects of humanity and covers a vast territory. There is the sexual, mental and physical exploitation of women and children, immigrant and migrant people and the irreparable consequences of war. There is the mis-education and disproportionate imprisonment of males of African descent and the resulting growth of the prison-industrial complex in America. There is the damage caused by corporate irresponsibility and greed and the man-made environmental catastrophes. There is the homelessness, invisibility, poverty, famine and, as Howard Nemerov says in his poem “Magnitudes,” “disasters drastically different from those we have to know about.”

If you are a thinking and feeling person, I hope you won’t put down the Social Justice issue without being filled, stirred, angered, saddened and perhaps moved to create some action–however small–of your own to teach, reach and empower those you touch to advocate for a more equitable social and cultural evolution for future generations.

We look forward to seeing you on January 28th  and welcome your comments once you have read the Winter 2012 Little Patuxent Review Social Justice issue.

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On Being Invisible: Our Nation’s Incarcerated

Posted on January 9, 2012 by

This essay is part of a series inspired by our Winter 2012 Social Justice issue. The first one was posted September 2011, and all feature people who have helped make marginalized segments of our world more visible to mainstream America through poetry, prose and visual art.

Not long ago, I learned that Russia has the third highest incarceration rate in the world (542 prisoners per 100,000 population). Given my background, I can’t say that I was surprised. (I was born in Latvia around the time that Soviet soldiers were piling my compatriots, including my mother’s brother, into cattle cars and transporting them to gulags in remote regions of the USSR.) Nor did I find it particularly remarkable that Rwanda, site of the 1994 Genocide, comes in as second highest (595/100,000).

What did come as a shock was discovering that my adopted country–the United States of America, where I sought refuge at age five from war and oppression–ranks Number One (a whopping 743/100,000). In fact, while my fellow Americans represent only about five percent of the world’s population, about one-quarter of the entire world’s inmates are housed in US prisons. What was even more disturbing was that it seemed as though many of those inmates never had the same shot at the American Dream that my family and I did, even though we had arrived at Ellis Island bereft of all our material possessions.

Over 60 percent of the adults that the United States has seen fit to imprison read at or below the fourth-grade level; in other words, they are functionally illiterate. More than half have a history of drug abuse or addiction. And a disproportionate number are non-Hispanic blacks (39.4 percent of the 2009 prison population compared with 12.6 of the general population, according to 2010 US Census Bureau statistics). Many neither had the means to make it in American nor the wherewithal to voice the injustice of it all.

Apart from the occasional, well-publicized prison riot, most remain invisible in a place that Nobel Prize-winning poet Joseph Brodsky has characterized as being “essentially a shortage of space made up for by a surplus of time.” A fortunate few in Jessup, MD, however, have gained notice due to the efforts of Baltimore poet, former head of the Towson University English Department, publisher of BrickHouse Books and Little Patuxent Review contributor Clarinda Harriss. Here’s Clarinda, in her own words:

Clarinda Harriss

Clarinda Harriss, seen twice at the Minás Gallery in Hampden, once through the artistry of Minás Konsolas.

The most visible I ever felt was when I first walked up a flight of iron stairs inside the Maryland House of Correction in the early 80s as a guest of the newly formed MHC Writers Club. I was a woman. I was nobody’s girlfriend. And I was white. The residents–you do not say “inmates”–were all male, and about 95 percent were black. Many were gray-haired, gray-bearded. Residents of MHC, better known as “The Cut,” stayed there a long, long time, usually for life.

My initial job–actually, I was never more than a volunteer–was merely to provide a female voice for Ntozake Shange’s For Colored Girls who have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf, read out loud in tandem with the Writers Club president. He wanted to convince the other members to work with him on a male answer to Shange’s choreopoem. The resulting For Colored Guys who Have gone Beyond Suicide + Found No rainbow became the best selling book that my venerable small press, BrickHouse Books, ever published and is about to go into a fifth edition. It has been performed on TV and stage and started me on decades of monthly visits to the Writers Club.

The Club owed its beginnings to a feminist scholar, Margaret M. Blanchard, who taught writing courses at The Cut, and owed its many years of flourishing to a visionary activities coordinator, Hannah Coates. Hannah said “yes” to things that other administrators said and are still saying “no” to. This is one reason why Margaret and I worked at the men’s instead of the women’s prison, where residents–then as now–were permitted far less visibility than their male counterparts.

The men at The Cut had figured out and were allowed to pursue a variety of ways to be visible: writing for the prison newspaper, The Conqueror, a mimeographed monthly that always struck me as remarkably uncensored; sporting interesting and highly decorative hairdos; fashioning beautiful hats from scraps of brocade and velvet gleaned from the prison’s upholstery shop.

At The Cut, I could communicate with Club members (and eventually other MHC writers as well) without having to include their DOC numbers on the envelopes. The administrators and guards knew them by name. Guards sometimes even sought Club members’ assistance in writing letters and papers. I witnessed more than one instance where a resident played Cyrano to a guard’s Christian. But, of course, those love letters went out under Christian’s name, not Cyrano’s. And many who died in The Cut ended up in anonymous graves.

For Colored Guys Who Have gone Beyond Suicide + found No rainbow

The cover of the best-selling book of writings from inside the Maryland House of Correction

Amazingly, the handful of Writers Club members who created For Colored Guys… not only did not die “inside” but also (except for one, who got devoured by the street) defied prison statistics on recidivism to become solid, productive citizens “outside.” True, some deliberately maintain an aspect of invisibility, asking me not to emphasize their prison past when writing about them. That’s why their names don’t appear here.

But every one of them has his name on the cover of that book.

Clarinda’s fostering of American prison literature followed in the footsteps of authors like H.L. Mencken, who founded The American Mercury in 1924 and regularly published pieces by convicts, and Norman Mailer, who helped publish letters he had received from convicted murderer Jack Abbott as the 1981 bestseller In the Belly of the Beast: Letters from Prison. Public support for such efforts, however, has waxed and waned.

The Great Depression brought suppression, with prison manuscripts perceived as profitable subversive tools. The social and political unrest of the Sixties and Seventies engendered a renaissance of sorts. Prison writing made its way into paperbacks, periodicals and even major motion pictures. Then, the trend reversed again. New York State passed the “Son of Sam law” in 1977, making it illegal for convict authors to profit from their writing. And later in 1981, Abbott killed a man during a fight only six months after his release on parole, which Mailer had championed.

These days, one of the few remaining sources of support is the PEN Prison Writing Program, which published the 2000 anthology This Prison Where I Live: The PEN Anthology of Imprisoned Writers that includes the Brodsky quotation cited above.

Still, those incarcerated in the US prison system have managed to produce an impressive body of literature over the years. Notable books include:

You are cordially invited to attend the reading marking the launch of the Winter 2012 Social Justice issue on January 28. Contributors presenting their work will include Clarinda Harriss, who has agreed to add a poem (“After Jessup”) about her experience at MHC to the one on Hurricane Katrina she is slated to read.  

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Meet the Neighbors: the 3:17am Blog

Posted on December 27, 2011 by

A journal like Little Patuxent Review requires a vibrant literary and artistic community to thrive–and even survive. In appreciation of the cultural entities around us, we present “Meet the Neighbors,” where we provide you with some personal introductions.

George Clack

Literary blogger George Clack (center) in expert-consultant mode, explaining it all to Clay Shirky and Frank Sesno at a July 2008 George Washington University conference. (Photo: Tim Brown)

Please meet George Clack of Columbia, MD, co-publisher of the literary blog 3:17am. You’re being introduced to him the same way I was: electronically. Though Little Patuxent Review is published mere minutes from his home, it took an online article in The Baltimore Sun and Facebook for me to become aware of both the man and the blog.

Turns out that George, until relatively recently, was the head of publications for the US Department of State. After retirement, he plunged into publishing of the social media sort with his longtime friend and colleague, Steve Altman. He also helped others participate in his current passion, teaching noncredit courses on blogging at The Johns Hopkins University and Howard Community College as well as an introductory course in social media at the Foreign Service Institute in Arlington, VA.

So let me turn things over to George, who will tell you about how the blog was born:

The 3:17am blog on creative writing began over lunch one day in September 2009 at a DC Texan BBQ joint. My friend Steve and I had been meeting there for years to eat pulled pork and black beans and critique each other’s short stories and novels-in-progress. On this particular day, having retired from the State Department the previous month, I found myself rambling on about this new thing called “blogging.” Steve happened to be teaching a night-school course that fall for ordinary folks with a yen to write a short story. Before we knew it, we’d talked ourselves into starting a two-writer blog providing, as our initial tag line had it, “useful bits on storytelling.”

We took the plunge with no more thought than two boys daring each other to jump off the edge of a quarry into a swimming hole. But we had a long history. I’d become writing buddies with Steve 30-plus years before when I was a magazine editor and he was a hungry freelancer. We’d both been to grad school in English and had a reverence for the High Lit Tradition. Soon we realized we both had a serious case of what Steve calls “Gottawrite Syndrome,” the irksome yet ineradicable urge to write fiction. Over the years, we got into the habit of passing our latest efforts back and forth. Steve did manage to publish a Western novel early on, but mostly we had a way of starting writing projects and sticking them in the drawer, usually half-finished and in need of revision. We figured we had a lot to tell other writers.

Why do we call our blog “3:17am” ? Well, we googled just about every possible combination of the words “creative” and “writing” and “literature” and “books” and found other bloggers had gotten there before us. I think it was Steve who said, “Suddenly, you’ll wake up at 3:17 a.m., and the perfect title will be there in your head.” And I said, “That’s it. We’ll call it ‘3:17am.’” We see 3:17 a.m. as the time when airline schedules and tidal tables begin, infants wail, and those with the writing bug awake to jot down the ideas their dreams have given them.

In time, our blog’s niche grew a little wider. It’s not just tips for writers now but also Steve’s life and times; my musing on new media; and our take on the songs, movies, and novels we’ve loved. Storytelling remains the common thread.

Steve Altman

3:17am co-publisher, DC-based Steve Altman

The poet Delmore Schwartz once wrote a short story with the marvelous title “In Dreams Begin Responsibilities.” A good tag line for 3:17am nowadays might be “In whimsy begins obsession.” For both of us, 3:17am itself has become a form of storytelling–the story of our lives filtered through our passions.

If you’re looking for other area literary blogs, there are those written by people listed in our masthead, including Editor Laura Shovan’s Author Amok, as well as those by contributors to our print issues. Then, of course, there are those of our neighbors to the north, notably The Baltimore Sun’s Read Street, and our neighbors to the south such as First Person Plural, published by The Writer’s Center. A more comprehensive list can be found in the Beltway Resource Bank, which offers Delaware, Maryland, DC, Virginia and West Virginia links.


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LPR at Five: Who We Are Now

Posted on December 6, 2011 by

With our tenth publication, the Make Believe issue, we reached our fifth year. Before the launch of the eleventh, the landmark Social Justice issue, we’re pausing to look at what we are, where we’ve been and where we’re going. One of our founders, Brendan Donegan, has written an essay on the origin of our name. Here, we consider the people behind that name…

LPR September 2011 Retreat

Some retreat participants, from left to right seated: Jen Grow, Linda Joy Burke, Lynn Weber, Fred Foote, Mike Clark. From left to right standing: Laura Shovan, Tim Singleton. (Photo: Eva Quintos Tennant)

When I needed a few words on who we are these days, I naturally turned to Michael J. Clark, former Baltimore Sun reporter, one of the LPR founders and one of our current publishers. Mike, naturally, responded by basically writing about everyone but himself.

In the interest of honest reporting, I must mention that without Mike’s steady hand guiding us, we could never have arrived where we are today. And thoroughly enjoyed the trip as well. Mike is one of those rare individuals who remembers those two important words: thank you.

Now, here’s what Mike has to say about the publication and about us:

LPR has been motivated from the beginning by a love for what we do. I often hear LPR compared to a family or a collective. We constantly strive to step beyond the edge of our ignorance and open the door to talented folks interested in extending the value of good poetry, prose and visual art to our community, the Baltimore-Washington area, the mid-Atlantic region and–ultimately–who knows where.

Over the years, we have assembled a staff that is inventive in the ways we turn out a print journal, hold public readings and bring creative thinking to our website, Facebook page and Twitter.

For the past year, our editor has been Laura Shovan. An award-winning poet, Laura strengthens the fabric of LPR with her common sense, gift for the right word and thoughtful leadership. The issue now in production, Social Justice, is guest-edited by poet Truth Thomas. Through occasional guest editors, we open up LPR to new readers, writers and artists. Despite the collective wisdom that goes into our publication, the editor remains the captain of this ship, responsible for getting the crew and publication safely to shore, when all is said and done.

Laura has lots of help from Fiction Editor Jen Grow and Design Editors Stephanie Lemghari, who alas will be leaving us, and Deb Dulin, who fortunately will take her place. The design editors are expanding the size of the print publication and will introduce innovations in upcoming issues. Laura has encouraged Michael Salcman, Baltimore neurosurgeon, poet and past President of the Contemporary Museum, to advise on art. His selection of modern pieces for inclusion in the journal, combined with his commentary, gives LPR a new vision of what art can be.

Tim Singleton, haiku poet and all-around good guy whose sensibility is uncanny, is co-publisher. He has ties to the Howard County Poetry and Literature Society (HoCoPoLitso), as does Contributing Editor Susan Thornton Hobby. Susan’s interviews give our readers first-hand access to the thoughts of some of the nation’s best poets and writers.

LPR August 2011 Retreat

Others at the retreat. Left to right, seated: Nancy Berla, Stephanie Lemghari, Patricia Jakovich VanAmburg, Truth Thomas, Jen Grow, Lynn Weber, Eva Quintos Tennant, Mike Clark, Fred Foote, Ilse Munro, Laura Shovan. Left to right, standing: Kathy Lawson, Tim Singleton, Deb Dulin (Photo: Linda Joy Burke)

Truth and fellow poet Linda Joy Burke are also part of the brain trust, contributing their verse and attracting other writers and artists to alight on the magazine.

The website LPR presents to the world is spawned in the lively brain of Ilse Munro, who pushes us to move ahead on many fronts while overseeing a thoughtful series of blog posts about literature and art. She brings a powerful presence to our work.

All told, over a score of us bring our gifts to the journal. That includes Nancy Berla, who coordinates our grant proposal writing, Kathy Larson, who oversees financial matters, Dan Pendick, who offers us his expertise in multimedia, and Patricia Jakovich VanAmburg, who will take the lead in our educational outreach efforts this coming summer.

At the first planning retreat we held this past summer, it was good to see that we had grown. Not only had we added the aforementioned Deb Dulin but also Lynn Weber, who is helping with the production of the print journal, and Eva Quintos Tennant, who has taken on the demanding role of communications coordinator. More recently, Valerie Saint-Amand has brought a youthful perspective to our seasoned crew.

As co-publisher, Mike Clark–no relation to the first LPR editor–is a former crusty news reporter who has age on his side.

In the end, it gets back to sharing the love of what we do. When folks get upset with each other, we remind ourselves that we all share the same abiding desire to turn out a damn good literary and arts journal. That committed collective feeling is reflected in how open we are as we sit around a room and talk about putting together a publication that spreads the love of literature and art to an ever-expanding audience.

Our thanks to the organizations that have awarded us the grants we need to publish LPR. These include The Horizon Foundation, the Columbia Foundation, the Howard County Arts Council, the Howard County government, the Rouse Company Foundation, the Maryland State Arts Council and the National Endowment for the Arts.

The first nine LPR issues were generated under the skillful editorship of Michael R. Clark. Many of those were produced online with Michael located in Singapore, where he serves as Chair of the High School English Department at the Singapore American School. In the next installment of “LPR at Five,” this Michael Clark will share his experiences from the early days of our journal.

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Focus on Social Justice: The Baltimore Art + Justice Project

Posted on November 21, 2011 by

In conjunction with the preparation and launch of our Winter 2012 Social Justice issue, LPR is looking at other literary and arts organizations that have relevant initiatives. We found one practically on our doorstep at the Maryland Institute College of Art, better known as MICA. Karen Stults, Director of Community Engagement, describes it:

What if data could talk? What if a map could create change?

MICA Community Outreach

MA in Community Arts (MACA) students work with community residents.

The Baltimore Art + Justice Project, a new initiative launching in Baltimore City, seeks to identify, amplify and connect arts-based advocates and practitioners working toward social justice and social change. The aim of the initiative is to increase visibility and support for arts-based practitioners doing this work, increase collaboration among artists and advocates and create new opportunities for place-based organizing that engages and supports the work of visual and performing artists within Baltimore.

Anyone who has watched The Wire knows that Baltimore has a hardcore reputation as a city with persistent, entrenched problems that include addiction and crime, failing schools and vacant housing. What many people don’t know is that there are tremendous positive forces at play in Charm City. There is a depth of creative talent that is thriving here despite—and, in some cases, because of–the city’s inherent challenges. A diverse group of creative individuals—from visual artists to theater producers to musicians—are using their talents as tools for community transformation.

It is generally understood that creative individuals throughout Baltimore are making an important difference in the current life and future of this city. But who are these critically important players? Where are they working? And with whom? What issues are they striving to address? Using what tools? And toward what ends? What sustains them? And what else do they need to be successful? Answers to these and other questions are critical to a broader understanding of the relationship between art and social change.

Over a two-year period, the Baltimore Art + Justice Project will engage local stakeholders in participatory research and community dialogue to generate an inventory of arts-based assets. Findings will be visually mapped to highlight areas of strength and opportunity. In addition, video clips, case studies and a database of practitioners will be used to help locate and define where and how this work is occurring and making an impact. One of the project’s key goals is to stimulate dialogue about and investment in arts-based organizing strategies and enable artists to connect more powerfully with others using mapped data to work toward greater equity and justice within Baltimore.

Karen Stults

Karen Stults

The project will be launched by MICA in late November, when Kalima Young will assume the position of Project Coordinator. It will be conducted in partnership with Animating Democracy, a program of Americans for the Arts, with support from Open Society Foundations. Animating Democracy’s Arts and Social Change Mapping Initiative seeks answers to similar questions on a national scale. The project’s Advisory Committee includes community artists and designers as well as representatives from Baltimore’s nonprofit, cultural, municipal and philanthropic communities.

Karen Stults is Director of Community Engagement at Maryland Institute College of Art. She previously worked at the Center for Community Change and YouthAction, Inc., where she served as Executive Director. She sits on the boards both of Fluid Movement and the Contemporary Museum in Baltimore.

LPR will follow the progress of the MICA social justice project and tell you about others over the coming months as part of our “Focus on Social Justice” series.

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LPR at Five: The Two Little Patuxents

Posted on November 14, 2011 by

With our tenth publication, the Summer 2011 Make Believe issue, we reached our fifth year. Before we dive into preparations for our landmark Winter 2012 Social Justice issue, we’d like to take time to look at what we are, where we’ve been and where we’re going. Let’s start with our name…

Little Patuxent Review was founded in 2006 by a group of writers residing in the Howard County, MD area—Mike Clark, Anne Bracken, Ann Barney and Brendan Donegan—to fill the void left when a periodical with the same title, started by poets Ralph and Margot Treital, closed a quarter century ago. Here, Donegan shares this thoughts on the link between the Little Patuxent River and the eponymous publication:

Little Patuxent River

Little Patuxent River (Photo: Lynn Weber)

A river, at least in its pristine state, brings delight and magic to those who live within its catchment area. The Little Patuxent River does this magnificently. So does Little Patuxent Review. Look at them side by side.

The river has poetry and music. Gaze from the banks near its rising point and savor the shadows of a few daddy-long-leg spiders cast by the dappled sun on the sandy bottom. Listen quietly as its waters cascade down the rocks at the lofty fall line, splashing into each nook and cranny. The Algonquin word “patuxent” means “water flowing over smooth stones.”

The Little Patuxent River flows through many environs, reaching out to many sensibilities. It rises out of the ground, slowly seeping, not gushing. It picks its way, back and forth, through the low rolling hills of the Piedmont, seeking its way to the edge of a plateau filled with fertile farms and homes, until it reaches the fall line, where it tumbles one hundred and eighty feet to the sandy coastal plain, now to wander, sometimes almost in circles, until it finally meets the Patuxent River, forty-five miles from its source.

Think about Little Patuxent Review as you scroll through its pages: how it brings you into its narrative; how it traces a path for you through poetry, prose, fiction, art and photography; how it opens up your world as a butterfly opens its wings to the delights of the various genres and the talents of the diverse creators.

Take non-fiction. The river, its inhabitants and its environs rigorously follow the laws of science. Savage Mill and remnants of the dam above preserve the history of the sawmills and cotton-spinning of bygone years. Then take photography. The afternoon sun peeks through the crowded trees on the bank of the river, providing a crisp black and white image, almost searing the eye, casting long dark shadows toward you on the ground.

Imagine the river as a story. The narrative begins quietly in a distant separate place, drawing you in as it picks up the pace, flashing you by mysterious farmland holdings and homes sheltered in woodland copses, each with a story to tell, down by huddled masses of houses, through more countryside, reeking with history, right to the edge of the fall line. Without giving you a chance to catch your breath, you are hurled into the air, bouncing off rocks, wondering how you will land. Down you come in the waters below the fall, down, down, down until you finally come up for air. Alive, you are still in the clasp of the river as the story speeds up, pulling you slowly, but surely, towards your unknown destination, first to the right, then to the left, then to the right of a sandy island, the waters around you gurgling as the pace picks up. Then, after a final turn, you round a corner and there is your mother, the Patuxent River.

Brendan Donegan

Brendan Donegan

You can bring the two worlds together yourself by seeking out a warm rock near the falls on the Little Patuxent. Listen to the music of the river and the open your copy of LPR to your favorite page and read it aloud. The river will hear and take delight in it and reply with a few extra watery notes just for your pleasure.

Brendan Donegan grew up beside an estuary in Cork, Ireland. His work was published in The Hudson Review, Preservation and Island Journal. His essay “Over the River: A Journey Down Little Patuxent” appears in the LPR Winter 2008 Nature issue.

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Book Review: Famous

Posted on November 8, 2011 by
Bruce Sager's Famous

Famous, Bruce Sager's new poetry collection

“Driving underwater…describes writing poetry to a T,” says Bruce Sager, and, indeed, that phrase almost became the title of Famous, a witty, engaging and rewarding poetry collection. A cruise through the deep with Sager brings delights and surprises of the sort that such a journey promises.

Turn, for example, to “X Marks the Spot,” one of several meditations on the small units that are the building blocks of language:

X permits the unlettered to tell us
who they were, or are, to sign
their lives away, to convey what they have
of the riches of this world; yet
will alternate with O in tendering
affection epistolary, e- or snail.

Or this, from “Morphemes”:

Here the place where

musing & music & lingo collide, give up
the ghost, surrender the Me—just fish
in a school of fish.

Or consider “Abecedarian Concerns,” which cannot easily be excerpted (so get the book and read it!), a poem that takes variations on an a-b-c-d rhyme scheme across three numbered stanzas, using the same rhyming words in each, then constructs a fourth stanza of only the rhyming words and makes it meaningful and satisfyingly conclusive.

Indeed, language in general is of concern to Sager, as demonstrated by such poems as “The Eskimo Dictionary”:

There sixty words
for fish,
fifty-five
for frozen,
but fax, syndrome and
return on investment
are nowhere
to be found.

Or “Thamnophis sirtalis”:

Some of us, though, must take the oar
of reason in one hand and the oar
of allocution in the other
to pull hard against
the risen waves of fear.

(See how “reason” plays against “risen,” a small example of Sager’s deftness in handling of language.)

Or “Jackboot,” in which a daughter’s innocent request for a definition for her homework sets the poet on a consideration of the word and its baleful presence in history:

I’m thinking Nazis maybe.

Well, I say out loud, I believe the jackboot
to be a figure of speech, unless it happens
to be an actual jackboot.

This is another case where an excerpt can hardly do justice to the poem. Aside from Sager’s characteristic felicity of expression, this particular poem also exemplifies the tenderness that subtly tinges Sager’s work elsewhere.

The tenderness is appealing because it is subtle and succeeds admirably in avoiding sentimentality; in addition, Sager maintains his high level of linguistic skill regardless of the emotions involved. Take the title poem (which the cover photo beautifully illustrates), a celebration of a child’s joy on the beach and a mother’s momentary alarm over losing sight of her son turned to quiet rejoicing upon locating him:

…here is joy, for here
is the little guy standing atop
the light dune of memory
looking down at the woman
rejoicing in the sight of him
now, no longer alarmed
but yet repining, the woman
who has just made his name
bong like a bell through the dunes.

I’d like to quote generously from many of these pieces: the witty yet chilling “Hitler’s Analyst,” the equally witty and moving “Kafka pays a visit” or–especially–the wonderful “Driving Underwater”:

Though you must sacrifice the wind in your hair,
it’s really kind of fun, this sort of driving,
once you get the hang of staying in your lane
without the guidance of road stripes…

Famous is a splendid introduction to the work of this remarkable Maryland poet. It was chosen by no less than Connecticut Poet Laureate Dick Allen to receive the 2011 Harriss Poetry Prize, unsurprising in that Allen is likewise known for his humor, wit and linguistic dazzle and surely recognized in Sager a kindred spirit.

Bruce Sager

Bruce Sager

Bruce Sager serves as a corporate officer in a systems integration firm. In addition to the Harriss Prize, he received Maryland State Arts Council Individual Artist Awards in both fiction (2008) and poetry (2011), a Baltimore City Arts grant in poetry (1987) and the 1986 Artscape Literary Arts Award in poetry, judged by William Stafford. Prior chapbooks include Nine Ninety-Five (1971) and The Pumping Station (1986).

The Summer 2011 Make Believe issue of Little Patuxent Review contains both prose and poetry pieces by Sager. The LPR Winter 2011 Water issue presents a poem by Greg Luce. Click on Table of Contents links to view videos of their readings. Luce also contributed an essay on that poem to our “Concerning Craft” series.

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