Martina Reisz Newberry has been writing for 50 years. A passionate lover of Los Angeles, she currently lives there with her husband, Brian Newberry, a Media Creative.
Martina Reisz Newberry's most recent books are NEVER COMPLETELY AWAKE(Deerbrook Editions) and TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME (Unsolicited Press,9/2017) . She is also the author of WHERE IT GOES, LEARNING BY ROTE (Deerbrook Editions) and RUNNING LIKE A WOMAN WITH HER HAIR ON FIRE: Collected Poems (Red Hen Press) .
Ms. Newberry is also the author of LIMA BEANS AND CITY CHICKEN: MEMORIES OF THE OPEN HEARTH—a memoir of her father, (one of the first men ever to be hired at Kaiser Steel in Fontana, CA in 1943) —published by E.P. Dutton and Co. in 1989.
Newberry has been included in It Happened Under Cover, Ascent Aspirations’ first two hard-copy anthologies, also in the anthologies In The Company Of Women, Blessed Are
These Hands and Veils, and Halos & Shackles: International Poetry on the Oppression and Empowerment of Women. She has been widely published in literary magazines such as: The Amaranth Review, After Happy Hour Review, Ascent Aspiration, All Roads Will Lead You, Arabesque Review, Balkan Press, Bella, Connotation Press, The Cenacle, Commonline, Calyx Magazine, The Charles Carter Anthology, Eunoia Review, Into the Void, Journal of Applied Poetics, Literary Nest, Poets and Dreamers, Two Hawks Quarterly, Wilderness House Literary Review, and others in the U.S. and abroad.
She has been awarded residencies at Yaddo Colony for the Arts, Djerassi Colony
for the Arts, and at Anderson Center for Disciplinary Arts.
Intimidated by the glass,
I reach to touch a near-full moon
suspended on a near-black string.
It strays across tonight as I
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Oddly
Beauty requests nothing of us.
It's the homely beast, the uncomely woman,
the ill-favored child—
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I have become distance,
dimming on a regular basis
in the eyes of family and friends.
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The moon has pulled at my hair once again.
I read and read over the stories the meteors
have to tell.
I listen very carefully to the songs
...
These days, my throat swells with embarrassment,
with regret and apology for my age, my skin,
the spots on the back of one hand.
Who I am tastes like a consecution of silent houses.
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