“I am not seeking to articulate a political position. To make poems I seek paradox and contradiction: the opposite of an ideology.” — David Gewanter This Sunday, October 21, at 8 p.m., ASP’s Rose Solari is reading with acclaimed poet, essayist, editor, and professor David Gewanter in a new poetry reading series at Second Story Books, 2000 P Street NW, Washington…
Tangentials
Rose Solari interviewed by E. Ethelbert Miller on WPFW
Hear Rose Solari and Richard Peabody interviewed by the beloved E. Ethelbert Miller for his WPFW radio show.
Portrait of a Girl Gulf-Side by Rose Solari
Rose Solari’s poem “Portrait of a Girl Gulf-Side” is featured on Poets and Artists with a small introduction by Grace Cavalieri. Read the full poem and introduction here An Excerpt: PORTRAIT OF A GIRL, GULF-SIDE Naples, Florida At first, I thought it was happiness that made her rock her head from left to right, again, again…
ASP featured audio: Rose Solari reads “The Last Girl”
Rose’s voice is as much a part of the journey as the text. Her understanding of (and love for) the music within language is entrancing-haunting, and delightful. It moves me like love itself. Reuben Jackson “The Last Girl” by Rose Solari, appearing in her newest collection of the same name, is written, as with much of…
Rose Solari Speaks to Ramola D at Delphi
An Interview with Rose Solari Rose sits down with Ramola D, the founder and editor of Delphi Quarterly, to talk about her writing and publishing journey. She touches on writing, Joanna Biggar, James J. Patterson, the business behind the scenes, and the conception of Alan Squire Publishing. Read the full article at Delphi Quarterly here An excerpt on the conception…
On Her Relationship with Music, Three Poems by Rose Solari
Read all three poems by Rose Solari: Another Country, Myself When I was There, and That Day on the Redux Literary Journal site “These three poems are all rooted in my relationship with music. After my brother died, I was going through some old photos when I ran across one of us as young adults in our parents’ living room. Mom…