Here’s a poem-preview from Breakaway, my new book, which is preparing for launch! Cheers! #joeynicoletti #poetry
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Here’s a poem-preview from Breakaway, my new book, which is preparing for launch! Cheers! #joeynicoletti #poetry
Downward, Inward
Around the time I turned 40, I read an article in The Atlantic by Howell Raines, in which he wrote “At sixty-one, I’m young enough to invent an entirely new chapter in my life rather than perpetually re-reading the old ones.” I felt, then, like I was inventing entirely new books, not just chapters. I wrote that quote in the Wonder Woman journal where I capture all the gems I stumble across; I wrote it in calligraphy on an index card and taped it to the wall above my desk.
Fast-forward a dozen years, and I realize that the new book was just a reboot of the old one: the lead character might be on a new adventure, but she still ends up being devoured by wolves. During that dozen years: For better or worse, my marriage ended. The career in teaching I’d worked so hard to create turned out to be – oh, how I hate to admit it! – far less satisfying than the secretarial career I abandoned due to societal pressure, especially from my fellow women, to be more than “just a secretary.” (”You’re so intelligent and capable, you should be more than just a secretary!” As if secretaries are, by definition, stupid and incapable; as if each of us, regardless of our profession, are defined as individuals solely by the paid work we do.) I am, in fact, a secretary again, with a female boss so insecure about her own qualifications and ability that she is threatened by everything I do; each time I take the initiative to do something that no one has bothered to do (but that desperately needs to be done), she punishes me for it … then buries my contribution and takes credit for it herself. I’ve been searching for a new job for the past two years, but I have discovered, much to my horrified surprise, that I am now “old” and that age discrimination in hiring practices, while illegal, still very much exists. The financial juggling act I’ve been performing so heroically in the seven years since my divorce has finally come to a comically cataclysmic end; all the eggs and rakes and pins and balls and chainsaws I’ve kept in the air for so long have come crashing down on me, and my new best friend is my bankruptcy lawyer. If there is kindness in the universe, I will at least get to keep my car at the end of this humiliating – not humbling, but humiliating – process. However, I am beginning to mistrust this whole “benevolent universe” nonsense. I see the anger and hatred and need in the world (in my country, in my state, in my town, in the grocery store where I shopped this morning), I see my own life falling apart, one rusted bolt at a time, and I think: “If there is a God, I think she might be on a long vacation right now.” And I hear the wolves howling in the near distance.
To invent a new chapter requires a clean sheet of paper. Right now, I’m looking at a page so full of scribbles and doodles and desperate equations, so soaked with the anxious sweat of my palms, that it won’t take a new impression. And it appears to be the last page in the pad, the last sheet in the ream.
At 53, I’m old enough to know that there can be comfort in re-reading those old chapters of my life, just as there is comfort in re-reading a favorite book or playing the same old-favorite CD over and over and over again. So I’m crawling inside myself, like a kid up past her bedtime, burrowed under the blankets with a flashlight. Perhaps I’ll find a blank page or two somewhere along the way.
Yes, yes, yes!
Joey Nicoletti TRASH SITE GENEALOGY As I look at the ground, I think, This is my family history: aluminum cans kept at bay by patches of crab grass; an ice cube tray on top of …
Thrilled and honored to have new work appear in the latest issue of Ovunque Siamo: New Italian American Writing. With thanks to the editorial staff for giving my ekphrastic poem "Trash Site Genealogy" such a terrific home. Check it and the pic that inspired it on the link above. Salute!
It's officially the holiday season. Give yourself a treat and read this terrific story by the one, the only, the wonderful LaShonda Katrice Barnett. Happy Halloween, Happy Holidays, and joyous reading. Salute!
Some days I just love checking my mail. #thundersnow is here! Commence the happy dance: #salute! #mynewbook #grandmamosespress #poetry #poetrycommunity #friday #happiness #stoked #ilovepoetry
Stella Bella, #chillaxin as we watch the #yankees. 🐾⚾️#saturday #baseball #summer #mybabygirl #myboston #bostonterrier #love #family #happiness
Extinction Wednesday What smell is to some people, music is to me. It triggers my memory like nothing else, especially when I listen to it in my car. Gerry Rafferty’s hit song “Baker Street”…
Stoked to have new worked published. Check “Extinction Wednesday” at the link above. Cheers!
Thrilled to have 3 poems in the latest issue of #patersonliteraryreview, not just because these poems are also in #thundersnow, but also because of all of the kickass poets who are also in this issue, including #margepiercy, #jimdaniels, #janbeatty, and #juanfelipeherrera , the current US Poet Laureate. With thanks, #gratitude, and mad props to the great #mariamazziottigillan & her wonderful editorial staff for assembling their latest issue. I'm honored. Molto grazie times forever. Salute! 🍷📚✌🏻#poetry #amwriting #writinglife #writerscommunity #monday #igers
Saddened to learn of the death of #adamwest: the original #batman. His portrayal of the #capedcrusader was my introduction to the character, and one of the staples of my #childhood. RIP, Mr. West. Thanks for making me a comics fan & for all of the laughs & memories. You are already missed. #batmantvseries #comics #detectivecomics #dc #icon
Got this book from my man George. Can't wait to read it. Happy #throwbackthursday, indeed. #amreading #rogermaris #baseball #books #bookstagram #vintage #coolgifts #friends #igersoftheday 👍⚾️📚
My proof copy of #thundersnow is here! Stoked to be #reading from it on Sunday, 6/4/17 @ #nietzsche's in #buffalo with some other wonderful poets. Hit me up for details. Salute! #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsoftumblr #poetrysunday #mynewbook #joeynicoletti
I need a six month holiday, twice a year, and the company of #elephants. #happyhumpday #zoo #animals #amazing
Proud and delighted to have new work published. With thanks to Roderick Bates to giving my poem "Oak Park" such a great home in Rat's Ass Review. Check it at the link above. Salute!
Ladies and gentlemen, my new poetry book has a cover. Say hello to Thundersnow!
Some days require fish guns. Cheers. #throwbackthursday #comics #batman #joker #igers
Beauty is ubiquitous, and felt at least as much as seen, if not more so. It is the stuff of stoppage and revelation. It is anything or anyone that makes me cease what I am doing, take notice, and become awash with joy, intrigue, allure, wonder, and admiration.
Thrilled and honored to have new work published: especially these particular poems, all of which are in Thundersnow, my forthcoming poetry collection. With thanks and gratitude to the editorial staff of Peacock Journal for giving these poems such a wonderful home. Cheers.
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