Cory James & Amy Gallagher [Spring Healing Performance Audio & Video Showcase]

photo © Buffalo Rising

Cory James and Amy Gallagher present:

"Spring Healing: A Musical and Poetic Journey of Hope"
at St. John's Grace Church in Buffalo, NY

Guest accompaniments: 

• Sarah Rice [violin]
• Azure James [harp]
• Frank Scinta [piano]
• Linda R. L. Appleby [piano] 
• Charles Anderson [guitar]
• Catherine Miller [vocalist]

Live Audio of the event: 

• Azure Jones: Harp Instrumental click here
• Poetic Medley: Azure James & Amy Gallagher click here
• Gentle Woman click here
• Song Of Bernadette click here
• Bring Him Home click here
• Ave Maria click here
• Corey James Gallagher click here 
• In the Arms of the Angel click here
• Let It Be click here
• Over The Rainbow click here

 

photo © Buffalo Rising

Below is a video medley of musicians that accompanied the event featuring Linda R. L. Appleby:

This is a video of a performance of "Blackbird" by Cory James Gallagher, Cat Miller and Chuck Anderson

Corey and Amy are available for performance at concertsforthesoul@gmail.com 

You can also listen to the audio on my radio show on Think Twice Radio HERE. 

Their next event is Friday, May 22nd in South Buffalo, NY at Holy Family Church --> Event Page

 

Spring Concert of Healing and Rebirth : Cory James & Amy Gallagher

Cory James Gallagher, Tenor Vocalist and Amy Gallagher, Writer-Poet, are excited to announce:

Spring Concert of Healing and Rebirth - A Musical-Poetic Journey of Hope

Please join Tenor Vocalist Cory James Gallagher and award-winning Poet Amy Gallagher on a journey out of the difficulty and darkness of winter, into the warm healing rays of spring.  

On Saturday, May 9, 2015, this journey will bring inspiration, clarity, and healing with soul-stirring music and poetry to guide you towards the onset of spring and rebirth out of the depths of winter and weight. 

Please listen to Cory's performance of Franz Schubert’s, Ave Maria, absolutely stunning, divine and majestic: 

Cory and Amy regularly perform at area nursing homes for healing and inspiration and are currently seeking diverse avenues such as our prison systems. 

A dessert, cheese, and wine reception will follow the concert.

 
This concert is open to ALL and a love offering (donation) is greatly appreciated.

The event begins at 7pm at St John's-Grace Episcopal Church, 51 Colonial Circle, Buffalo, NY 14222, (716) 885-1112

Directions HERE 

 

 

Live on CMBR Radio

The CMBR Show is a radio show for artists, art events and business owners from all genres. They tell the stories that inspire or inform. Airs on Sundays at 6pm CST/ 7pm EST.

I was honored to have my poetry recently featured and aired live on radio and archived later here: 

CMBR Radio Show with Susan Marie

& The Holistic Health Expo

What I truly adore about this radio show is the diversity. 

For example, in the interview above, Jill O'Hara is interviewed for The Holistic Health Expo by Nicola and my spoken word poetry is aired throughout along with different genres of music.  

Please visit Nicola Medley Ballard HERE

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This is fresh, new, alive and right on mark and anyone wishing to gain exposure, please see above, hit Nicola up and ride the air waves! She is accomplishing great things for artists, business, those that have no voice and need one and most especially, for art.

 

Earth Day 2015: 21 Day Eco Challenge

    On CNN International HERE

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” - Margaret Mead 

Gaylord Nelson, Earth Day founder, saw an oil spill in California in 1969. Student anti-war movements were ablaze and Gaylord took that movement and combined it with consciousness about pollution.

Nelson, former US Senator, proposed a “teach-in on the environment” to the media. Pete McCloskey, a conservation-minded Republican Congressman, became the co-chair and they both contacted Denis Hayes, who managed to coordinate a national staff of 85 to promote events across the United States.

As a result, 20 million Americans took to the streets.

The first Earth Day in 1970 led to the creation of the United States Environmental Protection Agency, the Clean Air, Clean Water, and Endangered Species Acts.

Earth Day is honored around the world on April 22. It supports environmental programs, public commitment and builds community activism. It is the largest civic event in the world, celebrated simultaneously around the globe by people of all backgrounds, faiths and nationalities. More than a billion people take part.

Most people practice “Earth Day”, every day.

In February 2015, I began what I thought was going to be a small act of kindness. What entailed was a global 21 Day Eco Challenge that involved everyday people doing astounding things for our planet. I named the challenge “21 Day Eco Challenge: Co-Create, Rejuvenate, Recycle” and sent out an email a day via KindSpring.Org suggesting ways to help make our world a better place.

What occurred was massive! People posted stories of how they created artwork with garbage cleaned from yards and parks, instead of giving money they physically volunteered time in their communities, people changed heating and electrical systems in their homes, ceased using motorized vehicles, rid themselves of plastic, took more walks, involved their families, composted, recycled, cooked wholesome organic foods, and led community based programs on their own.

Every single day I was greeted with inspiration. Instead of me having to facilitate the movement, the members who joined the challenge created a community together and all of us shared our ideas, challenges, and lifestyles and we managed to change our lives, thus changing the lives of one another, thus helping to heal the environment.

To every single member of the Eco Challenge, pat yourself on the back and be proud of going above and beyond and for being an active part in the restoration of our planet.

Please take the time and view our 21 Day Challenge --> HERE.

You will learn something new, connect to caring, heartfelt people and most likely, start your own 21 Day Challenge that will inspire others.

Technology is a tool to be utilized and through technology I met, worked alongside and learned from beautiful individuals who simply care about the state of this planet for 21 days straight.

Every day, I read stories about what someone learned, shared, how they changed their lives, their communities, alongside photos and artwork and every day this quote by Mother Teresa played in my mind:

“I can do things you cannot, you can do things I cannot; together we can do great things.”

Lightyears of Letters

Mitch Burns, a poet and writer from Michigan, listened to my poem "let me love you" and read my article "Leave the Pages Bloody" and sent me these messages:

CREDIT: Susan Marie, for all of the words before i say "I wrote back to her." This poem was COMPLETELY inspired by her poem "Let me love you" and my words are an extension of it.

After reading your words in "Leave the pages bloody" i became very inspired to get something out today and then i read your poem "Let me love you" and i had the line "I'll ask the Nebulas to wait until the morning" stuck in my head so i just went for it."

I am so honored and humbled, I mean this is the highest form of respect any artist can hope for: to inspire another to create from their own creation. 

Please listen below and check out +Poetlike Poe on Soundcloud. 






Thank you Mitch! Keep writing and inspiring others! You are one fine writer.

Buffalo Small Press Book Fair

The Buffalo Small Press Book Fair is a regional two-day event that brings booksellers, authors, bookmakers, zinesters, small presses, artists, poets, and other cultural workers (and enthusiasts) together in a venue where they can share ideas, showcase their art, and peddle their wares.

The 9th Annual BSPBF will take place at the Karpeles Manuscript Library Museum, Porter Hall, on April 18th from noon to 6pm AND April 19th from 11am-5pm. 

Remember this event is FREE and open to the public!

For the third year, Chris Fritton will be hosting the book fair on two separate days. Its incredible growth has continued, and it made it necessary to expand the fair so that more artists and audience members can experience the event.

In 2014 there was over 140 vendors and over 5,500 participants! Keep your eyes peeled for all the events before and after the Fair as well!

Website

Facebook Event Page

Twitter

Please direct all press contact to:

Chris Fritton
61 Elmwood Ave.
Buffalo, NY 14201
(716) 392-7305
chris@buffalosmallpress.org

let me love you

you light me
up
like the sun
burning eons
of bloodink and breath

like fireworks
blazing
across a velvet night

like Spring
sweet
like peaches in summertime
the sweet essence of
desire and passion
bursting

you light me up
like dynamite
like one million
explosions
detonated in my

heart
my soul
speaks

in words
in thyme and
time
means nothing
between you and
I
for my body
is yours
my breath
belongs to your
lungs
my mouth is meant
to be placed

oh, ever so softly,
upon your own

my eyes
speak
your words
my hands
touch
the nape of your
neck
winding downward
spiraling
to your
lower back
muscles
ripped

my palms
electric

come here, my love
let me wipe the sweat from your brow
ease your tired mind
place your head in my
lap

and let me
love you


© Susan Marie

look how they sing

I recorded the birds, live, as they sang and mixed that with my spoken word

Look!

Look at the birds
how they sing for us

they take part
in this
most joyous union
a majestic embrace
of sky to earth
from mouth to lips
from hips to eyes

your eyes

oh, how they glitter
and gleam
like confetti
falling from the sky
caught and held
in my eyelashes
batting

and the choirs
the creatures of nature
recognize
what is just
what is divine
what is meant

sacred

and look!
look my love

look how they sing for us
as I sing for you
and you dance with me
and together

We
are
creation.


© Susan Marie

Fundraiser for WNY VegFest

ON WGRZ Ch. 2 HERE

WHAT:     Fundraiser for WNY VegFest - Beer! ($5 in locally brewed beer included with your ticket!) Pizza by Allentown Pizza, Wings - no chickens involved, Cupcakes by Sweetly Simple Treats, munchies and appetizers, Live music by Sleepy Hahas. 

WHERE:  Resurgence Brewery 1250 Niagara St, Buffalo, NY 14213 (716) 381-9868
 

WHEN:    April 22, 2015 7pm-10pm 

WHY:       Help keep WNY Vegfest free for al! Join us at Buffalo's hottest new brewery, Resurgence! All proceeds go to WNY Vegfest.

Get tickets here: http://www.wnyvegfest.com/events.php

The WNY VegFest is growing rapidly each year and quickly becoming THE preeminent healthy lifestyle festival throughout the entire region. The community came out to enthusiastically support the inaugural WNY VegFest in 2014 with over 5,000 people attending and enjoying all the varied the plant powered fun!

Buffalo and Western New York have seen an explosion of interest in health, compassion and plant-based eating over the last few years, and together with the help of local veg advocacy groups and sanctuaries the WNY VegFest is helping to spread the life affirming message of a plant based diet.

Contact: Albert Brown: 716-465-3927 albert@wnyvegfest.com 

Check out the Tofurky Trot: Tofurky Trots are designed to support both the health and vitality of local communities and raise money for local groups supporting plant based diets. The race is 5k (3.1 miles) and is a run, trot, or walk open to all levels of physical fitness.

 

Click here to register --> https://www.eventbrite.com/e/tofurky-trot-2015-in-buffalo-tickets-15041208660

Leave the Pages Bloody

Published first on Rebelle Society HERE

Leave the pages bloody…

Leave them ripe with summer sweat, hard work, no work, lust, love, pain, grief, messy sex, no sex, lovemaking, mouth to mouth, warm hugs, spiritual enlightenment, rebirth, rain, fire, ice, ashes, matches, gasoline and lastly, most integral, life. Leave the pages of your mind drenched with the ink of the breath of every solitary subconscious thought.

This is what writing is all about. It is not just about proper syntax, sentence structure, grammar, punctuation, heck, even spelling. I make up my own words, just like Jack Kerouac did, like sistermoonchild, lightingrites, bumblehum and numerous other misfitlike combinations that happen to pop into my skullbone while writing.

Sure, literary people will tell you that this needs to be fixed and that word is out of order, and that is much appreciated for I am no editor, but to take the meat out of writing, the lymphatic fluid, the millions of veins, arteries and capillaries selflessly pumping oxygen and blood that berths within the lungs, to the heart of the artist, is quite simply, utter and irreversible, literary death.

So leave your pages bloody. Tainted. Sheet stained. Leave them so moist with emotion that when you whip them out the window of your rusted and beat-up 1967 Plymouth Fury convertible, driving 90 miles per hour down some random road to someplace you have never been before, yet shall soon discover, after ripping them out of a 99-cent notebook you bought for no reason whatsoever, make sure whoever catches them, is fully and properly, ignited.

I do not mean just lit up either. I mean changed, awakened, alive, Make sure your words set fire to cities and nations, to hearts and minds, to the very core of every human spirit who is paying attention. Make sure your words seep into the skin of the reader, leaving trace minerals that sustain the ailing human shell.

Make them pay attention.

Set fire to the soul.

Anything less is an abomination to creation.

The entire and main purpose of writing is to make a point. You can choose to share it or hide it; I write for release. If I cease writing, I fully understand and acknowledge that my head will burst like a pumpkin smashed on the sidewalk in October. It does not matter what your point is; it can be business, family, science, work, nature, passion, bliss, love, hate, light, dark, pain, death, love, a voice for the oppressed, suppressed, depressed, obsessed and impressed.

Like a fine tattoo, your words must imprint the reader so deeply that they begin to create, and begin to form different thoughts; quite possibly, they may start to see, if they already do not, this crazy beautiful ugly fucked up lovely mess of a planet we exist on momentarily, I hope always and forever, differently. Anything less is selling your own precious soul, and how dare you call yourself a writer if you refuse to reach into your own dank and dusty closets, yank out those nagging skeletons, grab them right by the damn neck, shake them loose, let them dance around for a while, smack ‘em around, show them who is boss and make them work for you.

You experienced all of that love, loss, pain, grief and bliss for a greater purpose:

To leave your pages bloody.

Don’t get me wrong, rhyming poetry and fictitious love stories are nice and all, but is that reality? How many people do you know call you up gleaming about the sun shining and the robins singing and the shore meeting the waves? Okay, sometimes I truly do feel this way and often write like that, I sound like a hypocrite, I know, but that is not my point. My point is, do not write chicken soup. Everyone knows how to make that anyhow.

Write Miso or Acquacotta, dip those words into some Caldo Verde. Toss them around in Soto and let them swim in Rasam.

You get the picture.

Right now, the sun is shining ever so magnificently. I opened all the blinds in this place I come to write, and the warmth of the great star is soothing my ever-thinking brain that is, undoubtedly, on fire today. It is as if I am in a cell and she, my dear sunshine, is attempting to set me free. Her smiles sneak through the blades, coaxing me to come out and play, although my brain knows it is freezing cold outside. It actually started snowing again. I ignore all thought. I rudely tell my brain that it is an outright dirty, sneaky liar — and often, it is — and continue to type to you now, choosing whatever random thought pops into my head, and hope to cause you to think about your own surroundings.

Look around you. What do you see? What are you ignoring? What are you grateful for? Use all six senses, and even more, ones you do not know yet exist, and tell me, what do you hear?

Sssssh…

The low humbuzz of the fan in the bathroom sounds like a drone overhead ready to crush innocent souls.

See?

Easy.

Try it. Then write about it.

I will catch you on the other side. I will be the one hitchhiking, and I do expect one of the pages from your notebooks, matchbook covers, napkins, and random sheets of paper to fly by my nose so I am able to sniff it out, grab it, read it, grasp it for just that mere moment, and have my eyes whip open ablaze, almost popped right out of my sockets, until deep in my diaphragm the thrushes start to congregate that berth there, impatient to fly right out of my thorax, through my lips, causing me to choke, only to be set free to this glorious, most holy Spring skyline.

Can you do that for me? Meet me there on that freeway?

I am going to go play with the sun. The birds have now joined the sun in her chorus and the daylight is fading quickly. The wind has melded into this orchestral dance, howling so utterly hideous, that it excites me.

Immensely.