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ErosIon
ErosIon, by Nancy A. Henry
Language as a Second Language
Language as a Second Language, by Ted Bookey
Be Careful What You Wish For
Be Careful What You Wish For, by Alice N. Persons
Driftland
Driftland, by Michael Macklin
Whispers, Cries, & Tantrums
Whispers, Cries, & Tantrums, by Jay C. Davis
Never say Never
Never say Never, by Alice N. Persons
Sex, Death, and Baseball
Sex, Death, and Baseball, by David Moreau
Humming to Snails
Humming to Snails, by Ellen M. Taylor
The Flame and the Fiction
The Flame and the Fiction, by Darcy Shargo
Europe on $5 a Day
Europe on $5 a Day, by Nancy A. Henry
Laundry and Stories
Laundry and Stories, by Robin Merrill
A Sense of Place: Collected Maine Poems
A Sense of Place: Collected Maine Poems, by Bay River Press
Walking Track
Walking Track, by Jay Franzel
Ways of Looking
Ways of Looking, by Edward J. Rielly
Things As They Are
Things As They Are, by Eva Miodownik Oppenheim
A Moxie and a Moon Pie: The Best of Moon Pie Press
A Moxie and a Moon Pie: The Best of Moon Pie Press, by Nancy A. Henry and Alice N. Persons, Editors
Traveling Through History
Traveling Through History, by Patrick Hicks
Unidentified Flying Odes
Unidentified Flying Odes, by Dennis Camire
Innumerable Machines in My Mind:  Found Poetry in the Papers of Thomas A. Edison
Innumerable Machines in My Mind: Found Poetry in the Papers of Thomas A. Edison, by Dr. Blaine McCormick
Evidence of Light
Evidence of Light, by Marita O'Neill
Rags of Prayer
Rags of Prayer, by Kevin Sweeney
The Stream
The Stream, by Don Moyer
Child is Working to Capacity
Child is Working to Capacity, by Tom Delmore
The Desire Line
The Desire Line, by Michelle Lewis
Tuscany Light
Tuscany Light, by M. Kelly Lombardi
The Hard Way
The Hard Way, by Jay C. Davis
Angel of the Heavenly Tailgate
Angel of the Heavenly Tailgate, by Annie Farnsworth
Full Moon Rising: the Best of Moon Pie Press, Volume II
Full Moon Rising: the Best of Moon Pie Press, Volume II, by Alice N. Persons and Nancy A. Henry, Editors
Poems of Maine in the Nineteen Thirties and Forties
Poems of Maine in the Nineteen Thirties and Forties, by Brenda Shaw
Sostenuto
Sostenuto, by Karen Douglass
Essays in All Directions
Essays in All Directions, by Robert M. Chute
You Can Still Go To Hell...and Other Truths About Being a Helping Professional
You Can Still Go To Hell...and Other Truths About Being a Helping Professional, by David Moreau
Singing With the Dead
Singing With the Dead, by Ted Thomas, Jr.
Socks
Socks, by Jay C. Davis
Early Late Bloom
Early Late Bloom, by Jim Mello
Old Whitman Loved Baseball and Other Baseball Poems
Old Whitman Loved Baseball and Other Baseball Poems, by Edward J. Rielly
He Gives Me Flowers
He Gives Me Flowers, by Gaylord Day Weston
The Church of St. Materiana
The Church of St. Materiana, by Anne Britting Olesen
Lostalgia
Lostalgia, by Ted Bookey
Life Class
Life Class, by Ruth Bookey
To the Promised Land Grocery
To the Promised Land Grocery, by Bruce Spang
Drowning: A Poetic Memoir
Drowning: A Poetic Memoir, by Claire Hersom
How Many Cars Have We Been Married?
How Many Cars Have We Been Married?, by Ted Bookey, editor
Safe Harbor: Port Veritas Poetry Anthology, Volume I
Safe Harbor: Port Veritas Poetry Anthology, Volume I, by Edited by Alice Persons & Nathan Amadon
Agreeable Friends, Contemporary Animal Poetry
Agreeable Friends, Contemporary Animal Poetry, by Alice Persons, Editor
The Ur-Word
The Ur-Word, by Jim Glenn Thatcher
Ordinary Time
Ordinary Time, by Kevin Sweeney
I Have Walked Through Many Lives
I Have Walked Through Many Lives, by Young Voices - Scarborough
A House of Bottles
A House of Bottles, by Robin Merrill
Floating
Floating, by Ellen M. Taylor
Vivaldi for Breakfast
Vivaldi for Breakfast, by John-Michael Albert
BLACK BOAT BLACK WATER BLACK SAND
BLACK BOAT BLACK WATER BLACK SAND, by Dave Morrison
The Lawns of Lobstermen
The Lawns of Lobstermen, by Douglas "Woody" Woodsum
With a W/Hole in One
With a W/Hole in One, by Ted Bookey
What on Earth
What on Earth, by Marcia F. Brown
Blues in the Night
Blues in the Night, by Herb R. Coursen
Through the Loop of Time
Through the Loop of Time, by Eva Miodownik Oppenheim
SARX
SARX, by Nancy A. Henry
ALMOST A REMEMBRANCE - Shorter Poems by Jack McCarthy
ALMOST A REMEMBRANCE - Shorter Poems by Jack McCarthy, by Jack McCarthy
Thank Your Lucky Stars
Thank Your Lucky Stars, by Alice N. Persons
To Sadie at 18 Months and other poems
To Sadie at 18 Months and other poems, by Edward J. Rielly
Faulty Wiring
Faulty Wiring, by Bob MacLaughlin
Heaven Jumping Woman
Heaven Jumping Woman, by Pam Burr Smith
Tell them that you saw me but you didn't see me saw
Tell them that you saw me but you didn't see me saw, by Tom Delmore
The Bird Catcher
The Bird Catcher, by John-Michael Albert
The Common Law
The Common Law, by James McKenna
Marengo Street
Marengo Street, by Anna Bat-Chai Wrobel
PASSION AND PRIDE: Poets in Support of Equality
PASSION AND PRIDE: Poets in Support of Equality, by Bruce Spang
HOME and Other Places
HOME and Other Places, by Wil Gibson
Sun Shining on Snow: Poetry from the Senior College at the University of Maine at Augusta
Sun Shining on Snow: Poetry from the Senior College at the University of Maine at Augusta, by Ted Bookey
My First Beatrice
My First Beatrice, by David Stankiewicz
Rifles, Rumors, Gin And Prayer
Rifles, Rumors, Gin And Prayer, by Jim Donnelly
Observed From a Skin Boat
Observed From a Skin Boat, by John Holt Willey
Back East
Back East, by Michele Leavitt
The Widow From Lake Bled
The Widow From Lake Bled, by Kirby Wright
Burning Chairs
Burning Chairs, by John P. McVeigh
Boy at the Screen Door
Boy at the Screen Door, by Bruce Spang
JESUS WAS A FEMINIST and Other Poems
JESUS WAS A FEMINIST and Other Poems, by Robin Merrill
When We Invented Water
When We Invented Water, by Marcia F. Brown
Boulders, Birch and Wood Smoke: A Maine Melody
Boulders, Birch and Wood Smoke: A Maine Melody, by Stephen A. Cowperthwaite
Nothing Is Real
Nothing Is Real, by Stanley Jordan Keach, Jr.
All Four Seasons
All Four Seasons, by Jim Mello
Feasting on Air
Feasting on Air, by Eva Miodownik Oppenheim
Stable
Stable, by David R. Surette
Compass Rose
Compass Rose, by Ellen M. Taylor
THE WILDEST PEAL: Contemporary Animal Poetry II
THE WILDEST PEAL: Contemporary Animal Poetry II, by Alice Persons, Editor
Not Just Anybody
Not Just Anybody, by Bruce Spang
The Left Side of My Life
The Left Side of My Life , by Dana Robbins
Fancy Meeting You Here
Fancy Meeting You Here, by Alice N. Persons
Same Bird
Same Bird, by David McCann
Museum
Museum, by Daniel Duff Plunkett
Imminent Tribulations
Imminent Tribulations, by Kevin Sweeney
Radost, My Red
Radost, My Red, by Jeri Theriault
T'ai Chi of Leaves
T'ai Chi of Leaves, by Elizabeth Potter
Saving Nails
Saving Nails, by Thomas R. Moore
At Bunker Cove
At Bunker Cove, by Ralph Stevens
I Still Feel the Swirl
I Still Feel the Swirl, by Ruth Bookey
Dreamscape
Dreamscape, by Claire Hersom
That Mischievous Moon
That Mischievous Moon, by Jim Donnelly
Sending Bette Davis to the Plumber
Sending Bette Davis to the Plumber, by Jenny Doughty
Language as a Second Language

Language as a Second Language

by Ted Bookey – copyright 2004

ISBN 0-9765166-5-9

$10 including postage and handling

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Reviews for Language as a Second Language

by George Wallace, editor of Poetry Bay

These are fearless poems that dance on a tightrope of surrealism, wit and irrepressible energy. The tone ranges from scatalogical to sacred. Like the women in one poem who would 'Spank the air like wet fireworks,' or else eat a frog instead of kissing it into a prince, these poems laugh at convention and punish the night like so many roman candles.Ted Bookey offers us mayhem, madness - and then the unexpected tenderness and intimacy of 'His Beautiful Women,' or the sobering moral reflection of 'Kein Warum.' Handle with care - there is dangerous fun inside this book.

by Wayne Atherton, editor of Cafe Review

Ted Bookey's latest book of poems Language As a Second Language contain many delightfully humorous romps infused with a deft sense of familial affability. NU SHU (for Nancy Henry), is one of the rare poems written by a sensitive, intelligent man who truly understands woman-ness. Another of his poems, LISTENING TO CORELLI IN NEW ENGLAND, is a good example of Bookey's equally serious perspective on life; he works the wide range of human emotion with great care.

by Ed Pomerantz, Playwright

Language As A Second Language is pure pleasure. What is so impressive is its range and variety -- so many different voices -- in tone and character I haven't heard before. I Took Her Hand In Mine and Listening To Archangelo are really new and unexpected. And of course the "old" Bookey is in top form, particularly, for one, in the title poem and especially Torture, With Eggs, my favorite, which isn't only a great poem, but a terrific short story and one act play as well!

In this time of paralysis and despair, thanks for reminding me that the act of language and poetry really counts.

by John Berbrich, editor of Barbaric Yawp

A poetry chapbook that you can have some fun with if you pay attention. Bookey plays with words and some of the poems are filed with puns. Bad Poem begins "Bad Poem verses the page / It's the qualm before the form" and concludes, "this is the bottom line."

Although humor shines from every page, Bookey is not merely having fun and includes serious work among the witticisms.

by Baron Wormser, Poet Laureate of Maine

Bookey's poetry is exactly what poetry should be - irrepressible. At turns meditative and playful, he has his astute finger on the mystery of the human pulse. His language is scintillating, wry and overflowing with brio. His humanity is always palpable.

Sample from Language as a Second Language

Language As A Second Language

I rushed tingling to the men’s room where I sat blissfully
copying her words to my notebook after my Bronx cousin
had spritzed across the restaurant, “Hey, you, waideh!
Where’s the wawdeh that I orduhed for my dawdeh !
Someone could shrivel up & bust of thirst in here.”

Awesome, I thought, that any language could be
So fraught with such exuberant fraughtage.

Nowadays it is the nuggeted poetry
of my neighbor Ernie Pratt I envy
& scribble down, that Down-East
Maine-speak: if I say Nice day,
Ernie, how he drawls back, Yep,
But when them clouds bust
It’s gonna po-uh buckits!


Another time & place words flowed from an urban spigot.
Here, far from the seltzer of the city, I am the cause
of mirth in others—over 20 years, & for as long as
I am living here, I still can’t pass: what gets lost
in any good translation is translation. As for me
Maine remains a second language, as English did
for Conrad & Nabokov—Oh yeah, I only wish !

So I’m in the Gardiner diner & when the waitress says
You from New York City, right ? I fake big surprise,
say Bronx, howcudja tell ? She says she just knows
when I open my mouth & out comes a cuppacawfee

Yeah, I say, but really, can’tcha tell me how’dja know,
so she gives me: You are not the only one can talk
New York Smartass. The next booth guffaws, so
I shut up that mouth, that only loves & wants
to speak for everything it hears speak to it,
& licks its chops for the sunshine of things
served up in words: it’s what a poet does,
no matter where. & that was long ago
the job I signed on to do for life.