NEW! JOHN BRANDI ~

A sheaf of 3 in wrap band

enclosing 40 new haiku poems

& plenty of art work

by the southwest sojourner

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JOHN BRANDI ~

Winter sunrise —

summer mountains turn gold

on the hanging scroll

Who are you?

the mirror

            never stops

Eight a.m.

the eyes of the housefly

already on me

You lead

I'll follow

            butterfly

Turning the compost

and into it

my shadow

No wine

I let the moon

fill my glass

A bath under the stars

all burdens

             to the breeze

New robe

way too large

for these bones

Pink sunrise

—bush cherry

in full bloom

All morning

wander the cosmos

without leaving the garden

Endless ambition

the petals

scatter

Inflation

too poor to leave

too poor to stay

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John Brandi

from The Rain Sweeps Through

Empty Bowl, 2023

RE-READING SOL TIDE ~

 

I loved this mimeograph journal when it was released in the mid70s

or so and I still love coming across a copy today.

 It doesn't fit into the new and tall and narrow bookshop

 for tiny books I built, but other books by John Brandi would. 

Once upon a time we exchanged everything with one another. 

I have kept care and even coveted a few of John's books, 

mostso the tiniest ones, often hand-painted and out 

of his back hills mountain days of New Mexico. 

Back when a book would come from John and his "Nail Press." 

My own copy of Sol Tide is tucked away somewhere 

and here this morning I am looking at Janine Pommy Vega's copy. 

Like me, Janine kept her own copy in good shape and she was part of

the issue as I was. Just look at the roster of names! 

Editor and poem-hunter John Brandi was so good at this 

sort of thing, packed away with his little

family at the time in the outback and rolling out on hand crank

mimeo (as I was) issue after issue and booklet and folder and broadside and

poem from his Tooth of Time Press. What really captured my eye of John's,

beside his own writing and press work, were his delightful drawings of either solo

adventurer or some wanderer on the trail, ever in good mood and humor. At

least by the expression on their faces. In this issue of Sol Tide, Sweetheart noticed 

a short poem of mine never republished in a book. Yes, a pretty good poem.

I think I'll print up a bookmark of the poem and share it around.

[ BA ]

JOHN BRANDI ~

John Brandi
Back Road Chalkies
November 2014

back road chalkies  photo  2014  © bob  arnold

 

 

 

POSTAGE DUE ~

John Brandi / Steve Sanfield



All day I've been writing away on the final leg of the Longhouse Bibliography for the years 2008-2012. I'm at 2011 and thought to charge ahead and get more under the belt and then I opened the mail ~ and here was a new book by John and Steve (sent by Steve, with other loose poems to share) and I couldn't help myself but to read. Everything.


Then go out and snap a photograph


Then type you up some of the poems from the book


So you are here with me


Like these two guys are

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no clouds

but the sky fills

with snowflakes







solitude —

every knot on the floor

begins to move







another pal becomes a recluse

almost no one left

to not visit







unburned brush pile

beginning

to bud







three mistakes / two stumbles

and not even

out the door yet







jury summons

he wears exactly

what they told him not to







changing the stream's song

simply by moving

a stone or two







years of pine needles

on the path

soften his own fall







so happy for their visit

he opens the gate

for the swirling leaves

200 copies, text printed at Country Copy, Grass Valley, California
over image, printing & binding by Jerry Reddan, Tangram Press