“for duke ellington” Republished in HillRag
Reuben Jackson's ode and elegy to The Duke is republished by Karen Lyon in HillRag
Reuben Jackson's classic poem from his second collection scattered clouds is republished by Karen Lyon of HillRag. Above, listen to audio of the poet performing his poem and follow this link to read it in HillRag.
Also, consider picking up a copy of Reuben's collection, scattered clouds, of which Sami Miranda writes,
“Reading this collection is like going to a concert: the whole orchestra is here and each poem is a solo that fits perfectly into the pocket. The songs played are homage and memory, are jazz and R&B and rock and roll, are commentary and rebellion. Jackson is a conductor who understands how to keep time, every movement of his baton carrying a world in it, taking readers on a journey they will want to replay again and again, so they can feel and dance and sing along.”
Reuben Jackson Joins WPFW’s “The Sound of Surprise”
Beginning May 1st, Reuben will begin as host of DC radio channel WPFW’s “The Sound of Surprise.” The show runs from 4 to 6pm and Reuben will be alternating every other Sunday with the program’s creator, Larry Appelbaum.
A Book and Its Cover: Rose Solari Reviews Two New Collections of Poetry for WIRoB
Rose Solari’s latest review column for Washington Independent Review of Books tackles two stellar new collections by established small-press poets, Terry Ellen Cross Davis and Dan Beachy-Quick. As with all her reviews, Rose uses a common theme to link the subject matter of the books she is reviewing. This month, she explores how the cover design is mirrored by the poetry and vice versa.
New Review of Girls Like Us: GLU “Bulges with Debilitating Last Lines”
In Lannie Stabile’s new review of Elizabeth Hazen’s second collection Girls Like Us, she raves about the effect of Hazen’s “last lines.” Girls Like Us, she says, is “bulging with debilitating last lines.” Like this one in the opening poem “Devices,” that Stabile points to as like a “hook,” “We’ve been called so many things that we are not, we startle at the sound of our own names.”