Donna Reis

I will be taking part in an assembly
on Friday, April 16th at 2:20 pm
at Tuxedo Park School
Mountain Farm Road
Tuxedo Park, NY 10987
For info contact
fduffy@tuxedoparkschool.org
Benefit for Pet Med Fund
Sunday, May 16th from 3:00 ~ 5:00 pm
Poets, Dancers, Puppets, Silent Auction,
50/50 Raffle and Refreshments at Black Dirt Dance Center
198 Glenwood Road
Pine Island, NY For info contact:
Gaia Dance Collective / EGG & Dancers
(845) 355-9051

Tuxedo Park School
Mountain Farm Road
Tuxedo Park, NY 10987

Dear Ms. Reis,

I have just finished reading “Blairhame,” from your chapbook, Incantations and am moved to write and ask for your permission to print, frame and hang this beautiful poem in our school. Every year the English Department has a week-long poetry celebration. We would be so honored if you would pay us a visit during that time. You would be so inspiring to our budding poets.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Yours sincerely,

Fiona Duffy, Alumni Associate

Warwick Valley Poets’

presents

Donna Reis

When: Sat. November 21st
4 - 6 pm

Where: Baby Grand Books
7 West Street, Warwick, NY 10990
(845) 986 - 6165
www.babygrandbooks.com

Thursday, October 29th, 2009 @ 7:00
A Haunting Reading of Ghost Stories
from “Seeking Ghosts in the Warwick Valley”
GVG Creations
3 Winkler Place
Chester, NY 10918
(845) 469 - 6683

Tom’s Bands

The Man-Childs, The Wormwood Scrubs,
The Counts, Pure Space, The Happy Fish
and Chicken Band, The Man-Childs II, Blue
Goose, Quarry Road, Larry and the Shoes,
The Rockabilly Shufflers, Cabin Fever, The
Secrets, Katie and The Meadow Muffins,
Gramolini, Angel Train, The Blue Hill
Kickers, The Sourmash Boys, Somebody’s
Sister, Armadillo, Celtic Clan, Sunday’s
Well, Inchicore, The Dublin City Ramblers,
The Luck of the Draw, The Urban Legends,
The Unreliable Narrators, Mister Cranky.

Donna Reis

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
… for a while I could not enter, for the way was
barred to me. ~Daphne DuMaurier

Your dead aunt’s chimney stands
like a blacksmith’s forge as you crest
the drive, your home surrounded
by a cemetery of stone foundations,
tumbling tenant houses and trees as old
as fairy tales about to topple. A staircase
rises to the brambled sky. Your grandfather’s
mansion turned hotel now lies charred
from a jilted piano player
who murdered his lover,
then shot himself in a sea of blinking
ancestors. There are dead horses in the
paddock, remnants of the pool,
tennis courts and gardens even the deer
have long forgotten. Taxes that would kill
anyone, parched water pipes that clang,
“Go away.” Crazy Kate in the gardener’s
cottage forever building walls,
flying her blue blooded flag
like a keep-out sign, hoarding
matches, storing cans of gasoline.

-Donna Reis