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Where it Goes (poetry)
by Martina Reisz Newberry
139 pages/85 poems
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This book rocked me, threw me off the chair in the
little forest where I dwell. These poems made me cry,
cheer, laugh, made chills run down my spine.
With intense human vulnerability and wondrous irony,
Newberry's matter-of-fact, descriptive storytelling
renders the poignant moments of life in an earnest
tone that is both sensuous and nostalgic. Where It
Goes, altogether luminous and universal, relates us
to one another, bringing us closer to a rich under-
standing of our world and ourselves.
About the Author:
Martina Reisz Newberry was born in Upland, California,
the only child of steelworker John Reisz and Mary Reisz
(see "Lima Beans and City Chicken: A Memoir of the Open
Heart; E.P. Dutton & Co., 1989). She was mentored by her
dear friend, poet Larry Kramer and has a wide readership
in the U.S and overseas. Ms. Newberry lives in Los
Angeles with her husband‐visual artist, Brian
Newberry‐and their fur baby cat cat, Charlie .
Martina Reisz Newberry's last recent book is Learning By Rote,
Deerbrook Press). She is also the author of What We Can't Forgive.
Late Night Radio, Perhaps You Could Beathe for Me. Hunger, After
the Earthquake: Poems 1996-2006, Not Untrue & Not Unkind
Press, Amari Hamadene, editor) and Running Like a
Woman With Her Hair On Fire: Collected Poems (Red Hen Press).
Ms. Newberry is the winner of i.e. magazine's Editor's Choice Poetry
Chapbook Prize for 1998: An Apparent Approachable Light.
Memories of the Open Heart‐a memoir of her father‐published by
and Co. in 1989.
She has written four novels and numerous books of poetry, has been
included in Ascent Aspirations first hard-copy Anthology, is also
included in the anthology In The Company Of Women and has been widely
published in literary magazines such as: Ascent Aspirations,, Bellingham
Review, Blessed Are These Hands, Cape Rock, Connecticut Poetry Review,
Cenacle, Counterpunch, Current Accounts, Divine Femme, Haight Ashbury,
Istanbul Literary Review, Niche, Piedmont Literary Review, Quill and
Parchment Southern Review of Poetry, Shot of Ink, Smiling Politely, Touch-
stone, Women's Work,
Yet Another Small Magazine, and many others in the
U.S. and abroad.
Martina Reisz Newberry is a passionate lover of Los Angeles and one of
its proudest citizens.
From the Book:
Area: 498 Sq. Miles, Elevation: 233 Ft.
by Martina Reisz Newberry
Driving out of the valley
stoked on lasting passion
I've decided to escape the scorched roads and sands of Coachella
and go home for a visit
to Los Angles,
where the buildings
stand stalwart and gray, fixed.
Our apartment is there,
just off the ramp,
the apartment we kissed
good by to while we
cleaned it out
same as our hearts.
And there is Sabor y Cultura Coffee Shop which takes up
half an entire corner
and sends coffee smells
all the way to the bus stop. Around the neighborhood,
there are spirits coming
and going at the corners
of my eyes. I've come to bother my city which is constant
and cool‐my city, my love‐ which is always loyal and then never loyal, which knows to hold and then to let go
to hold again. I park
on a side street and bless
the uneven sidewalk.
I want it to know that I am here and whole not for
the first time. I smile
at the cement and realize
how crazy I must look, so
I stay silent. The city doesn't
mind silence. It listens
when someone has something
to say. That may not be
me this time. I'm a lucky
woman. I knew my own heart long ago and kept it true,
kept it clear of rancor
and mendacity. The mountains to the north are a little smog-bit this morning, the sun is
making good time toward noon. The streets in front of Sabor
are tinged with yellow light.
I have not been false to this place, I have not been false to its pieces, I have not been false to its lessons nor have I
been false to love.
I have not.