August 20th, 2018
Up and coming! A new collection of short fiction: THE SCOTCH RUNNER. May be out within the month from Poets' Choice.
Saturday March 3, 2018
Book fair, College Park, MD
Rocky Jones will share my table to display his book MY DEMO.
I will feature my newest publications:
Reflections: A Poet's Gallery, poems on paintings
The latest collection of poems in Elisavietta Ritchie's long and distinguished career, a master poet reflecting on visual masterpieces. "Long may the dance continue for Lisa Ritchie and all her devoted followers who love how poetry can buoy the human spirit in the hands of such a fierce intelligence and curiosity." - Richard Harteis, Poets' Choice Publishing,
And TIMBOT: the newly updated and republished edition, a novella in verse about a Circassian refugee and a Russian-American of noble lineage.
February 12, 2018
With a broken shoulder amid a big move, my schedule and my writing and communiques have also broken into pieces, so instead of forwarding a bunch of artcles etc to jumpstart your memories real and fictional, I merely suggest you come up with a piece that may or may not be true --
A few ego-trips also — spurred me to keep on (such as big piece in the Valentine's Day Bay Weekly, etc.:
How Lisa met Clyde
Elisavietta Ritchie and Clyde Farnsworth: The wooing of a brilliant loner
Dissident Russian artists was my topic toward an M.A. at American University, so when Norton Dodge, professor of Russian economics and collector of Russian dissidents' paintings, held a conference at his Cremona estate, where several émigré artists and their canvases would be present, I was delighted.
Guests included New York Times journalist Clyde Farnsworth, recently back from Paris. Guessing that Clyde had surely met the existentialist novelist Albert Camus, I settled next to him. Conversation revealed that Camus' The Exile and the Kingdom reflected Clyde's situation as a brilliant loner.
He scribbled his phone number on a matchbook. A month later I called: On my own after 24 years of a mostly good marriage, I didn't suffer for lack of diversion. Nor did Clyde.
I could bring an escort to dinner at my father's friend Dr. George Mishtowt's. An evening of brilliant conversation and Russian songs, and Clyde was a baritone. He also practiced his violin daily.
Our respective children asked, "Why don't you two get married?"
My answer: "He hasn't asked me."
Summer 1992, on the cusp of his transfer to Canada (I assumed another romance over), I drove him to a knee operation. Afterward I settled him in our guest bed while I slept on the couch, at midnight back to the ER, then home again to his bed of pain.
Suddenly at 2am he asked, "Why don't we mosey down to the Prince Frederick courthouse tomorrow and pick up a license?"
I phoned Elspeth Cameron Ritchie, my doctor daughter, then a captain at a military hospital in South Korea. Her answer zoomed across the Pacific: "Do so quickly before the anesthesia wears off!"
Around the world and all these years later, we still have a cottage at Broomes Island and are settling in at Asbury Solomons.
Open reading in which several of us will participate follows Grace Cavalieri's reading 6:30 Saturday, December 9th, at Evelyn's in Annapolis. Will be able to read a couple of poems from Harbingers and Babuska's Beads this Saturday in Annapolis as a couple of participants from my Saturday workshop at Jack Bay offered to drive me.
Evelyn's Address: 26 Annapolis St. Annapolis, MD 21401 (410) 263-4794
Newly updated and refurbished edition of Timbot, a novella in verse, about a Circassian refugee and a Russian-American of noble lineage.
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Creative Writing — Creative Memoir
"Rewrite Your Life—Or Someone Else's"
at Prince Frederick Library
Wednesday, September 12, 2-4 pm
Shoulder's ALL cured and am writing with two hands and ten toes! Hoping YOU are doing the same. So much going on! I am stealing time to scribble and decipher and re-work-work-work new and ongoing stories, poems and articles.
The Bay Weekly accepted for the Labor Day issue my mini-interviews with Barbara Lorton, singer and musician, and with Samantha Piotros, student and nurse.
...get inspired! March! 2018
...get inspired! September '18
We are all supposed to be reading, at least dipping into, this year's One Maryland One Book title, All American Boys, and/or at least thinking and perhaps writing about our own experiences with and ideas regarding race relations in schools, workplaces and on the street. The situation in the book is right out of current news. I've emailed you a book review which gives a good sense of the book, and if you at least dip into the book, you quickly see it vividly presents the language of today's teenage boys and their conundrums.
"Talent does what it can; genius does what it must."
Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
I am showcasing some selections of my translations online.
This one, THE TWELVE, by Alexander Blok,
has now been revitalized and is presented here as an online book, very closely rendered to it's original formatting.
The graphic above will lead you to my translations page, where THE TWELVE can be found.
TELLING THE RED
I snap the geraniums in 400 ASP black-and-white
since that's in my camera. They catch sun from snow
piled outside. In my bay window they glow
what my mother might call rather a brazen scarlet.
Each single floret is tiny, fragile, but massed
in a greater sum, big as a fist,
they burn my palms with their light.
Even when petals shrivel, officially finished,
that pungent crimson stays bright.
Yet they print mere icicle gray.
One would suppose, seeing this glossy photo,
my geraniums pink, sappy lavender, white.
These leaves velvet green, must explain.
Recalling my mother's distaste
for what is passé, right before I shot
I clipped what foliage yellowed and dried.
My mother, whose birthday should be today,
insisted on positive attitudes. Oh, I can tell they
are red, she would assure me. Color is not
what matters here, but your composition.
Note interplays, variegated light against
curved shapes, indented, the pick-up-stix
grids of spaghetti twigs bearing blossoms or leaves
versus the thick main stems…You've let them grow
leggy, ungainly, dear, do cut them back...By the rotund
weight of the pots, one knows they are rusty brick.
The planes of ceiling and wall are white as the snow
on black branches outside. As for your voids–
I'm all too aware of the voids. And look! She'd point
to what I see only now, in the space of the pane:
Did you know you caught a cardinal in flight?
Male, you can tell by the crest. Very red.
[earlier versions ©1992 The Christian Science Monitor]
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