Finishing Line Press announces the publication of She Called Me Girlee by Zorida Mohammed

Georgetown, Kentucky, December, 2013 – Finishing Line Press proudly announces the publication of She Called Me Girlee, a chapbook by Zorida Mohammed. The book is available through the publisher’s web site; please visit for additional information and ordering.

What others are saying about She called Me Girlee:

“Mohammed describes a place that is both timeless and present, in a clear-eyed way. The specificity of these poems locates them solidly in a lush Trinidad while they simultaneously and lightly take wing with Childhood imagination’s indomitability. These are poems of memory but are generous poems too, and Mohammed’s gift to us is that she allows us to see for ourselves. These poems are full of love and hope, even for a time when ‘There are no boot straps to pull up. There is no boot.’
—Matt Rohrer, Author of Destroyer and Preserver.

“Zorida Mohammed has the rare gift of privileged access to her own thoughts, combined with the equally refined talent for sharing this access. This accessibility is so inviting and engaging that we enter her world freely as well
as let it into ourselves. With this collection of poems on the desk, an exciting journey becomes possible every morning.”
—Philip Nikolayev, Co-Editor in Chief at Fulcrum

“Zorida is not an anecdotal poet. She is a storyteller with a rich life to pull from. Read these poems and the difference will be clear to you.”
—Don Zirilli, Editor at Now Culture.

About the author: Zorida Mohammed was born in Trinidad and immigrated to the US in 1968. Her poems have been published in Fulcrum #6 and # 7, Atlanta Review, Folio, The Dirty Goat, Apalachee Review, Compass Rose, Bayou, The Distillery, Quercus Review, The Caribbean Writer and many others. Zorida Mohammed won a NJ State of the Arts Grant for her manuscript Shanty Town.

WCW – Michael T. Young

The Williams Readings present

Wednesday, January 8, 2014, 7 p.m.

Williams Center for the Arts
One Williams Plaza, Rutherford NJ

Plus the words of William Carlos Williams
and open readings from the floor

Michael T. Young’s fourth collection, The Beautiful Moment of Being Lost, will be published in spring of 2014 by Poets Wear Prada Press. He received a fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts. His work has appeared in numerous journals including The Adirondack Review, Fogged Clarity, The Louisville Review, Off the Coast, The Potomac Review, and The Raintown Review. His work is also in the anthologies Phoenix Rising, Chance of a Ghost, In the Black/In the Red and forthcoming in Rabbit Ears: TV Poems. He lives with his wife and children in Jersey City, New Jersey.


None of my dictionaries define it as a color
and yet my wife tells me it’s the color
of our wedding—her dress, my tie.
I take her word for it, but feel no wiser.
I sometimes find it in the tiles of some mosaic
or fired into a mug now on clearance at the store
and I’m suddenly connected, rooted,
though it depends on the light, as color always does,
changing with air densities and angles,
shifting with the hours, aging
like the plant that is this color’s namesake,
its leaves like fingers pointing in every direction,
as if it knew something.

(originally published in Tribeca Poetry Review)

Broken Circles

The sounds carried across the valleys
Infinite silence followed
Left,     right,     left,     right
Rippling the emptiness

Dark quiet disturbs the sleep

Black sky, cloudless night
Eyes closed
Heart ripped
Midnight silent rage
Hands clenched, turn over

There are so many lonely stars up just beyond reach

We need to dull the sharp angles
Gather around
Neighbors and friends
Open our hands
Silently share sorrow

We need to mend the broken circles

Fix the church roof
Dig a community well
Remove the stumbling blocks
Bake loaves of bread
Reach out

We are a village

Slowly, slowly
Roots grow down
Supporting our weight
Drink in the rain
Drink in the dew

The hours pass

Slowly, slowly
Leaves grow up
Building a canopy
Drink in the Sun
Drink in the stars

The days pass



And again

And again

Wayne L. Miller

(for Sandy Hook)

Burning The Christmas Greens

At the William’s Center event on December 5th, John Barrale started us off with a reading of Edward Byrne’s essay about William’s poem, Burning The Christmas Greens, followed by the poem itself.

The essay and poem are on Mr. Byrne’s blog, and an audio-only reading of the poem by Williams can be found at the University of Pennsylvania’s website.


Here’s Robben Island, where he waited
for the stink to grow so horrid
they would line up for new ways.

There’s Johannesburg,
a city that fouled the letters in its name.
But not any more.

Here the hospital he lies in,
while Death takes off his hat and,
out of respect, grants him a short parole.

There the players he co-opted,
Saying “You work for us now;
Your uniforms will be white and black.”

The 20th Century dies when he dies,
Its greatness and its horrors shoveled in together.


RWP Remembers Jaco Pastorius

Thanks to all who came to the Red Wheelbarrow Poets’ Jaco Pastorius Birthday Party at GainVille Café Nov. 22  and to all who played- VICTORIA WARNE, PETER McCULLOUGH,  MARK FOGARTY and BILLY CARRION Jr.

The set list was AMERICA (Mark); BLACK CROW (Victoria); JACO JAM -THE CHICKEN (Pete and Billy); DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES (Pete and Mark) and, via the miracle of technology, Jaco himself on DREAMLAND and CHROMATIC FANTASY.

The spirit of Jaco was very much alive in Rutherford, NJ as the bass maestro’s 62nd birthday was recognized! Other musicians played during the terrific open mike and were named honorary bass players for the night. FRAN LOMBARDI was our fine featured poet.

December is an off month for the holidays but we’re set to be back at GainVille Jan. 24, see you then!

WCW – Marisa Frasca

The Williams Readings present

Wednesday, December 4, 2013, 7 p.m.

Williams Center for the Arts
One Williams Plaza, Rutherford NJ

Plus the words of William Carlos Williams
and open readings from the floor

Marisa Frasca is a poet and translator whose work has been widely published in literary journals and anthologies. She was named first-runner up for the 2013 national Bordighera Poetry Prize for her manuscript Via Incanto: Poems from the Darkroom judged by distinguished poet Lia Purpura. Frasca holds a BA from The New School and an MFA in poetry from Drew University. She serves on the board of The Italian American Studies Association, The Italian American Writers’ Association, and the advisory board of Arba Sicula. Her fluency in Sicilian and Italian has highlighted her participation in bilingual poetry readings and festivals in and around New York City colleges and universities. She was born in Vittoria, Italy; her immigration experience informs much of her work.

Transforming the I (fragment)

The maple leaves danced hip-hop
in the breeze, birds spread their wings and interrogated
the expansive rose colored sky. I couldn’t understand
what they were asking. But for a little while
their song allowed heart to lift and empty its laments
before retracing my steps to a roach infested Brooklyn tenement
lowering my head, hand over my mouth I entered
the old dark and narrow hallway of the immigrant.

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