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Revolutions Per Minute

Marsha Campbell’s book of poetry, Revolutions Per Minute and Dedicated to the One I Love is making its debut on Amazon.com. “From a  life born of tears, tumult, strife and trouble, (Marsha) has distilled the essential beauty of her existence. Revolutions Per Minute and its sequel, Dedicated to the One I Love, include perhaps her finest work.” —Quote from Beatitude Press.

One of the best in the San Francisco Poet community, Marsha has yet to find out what it means by having her work “on line” and “print on demand.”  It is such a revolutionary idea, as her title suggests, she is again in the midst of change.

To order her book, go to: amazon.com

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The Dames Of Sacred Grounds

Marsha Campbell

There were few women poets at the Sacred Grounds when I started attending the readings in 2001.  So whenever one of the women stopped going her absence would be felt by the group.  For about three years I was only able to attend the readings sporadically due to my work and my children’s schedules.  But each time I went back I felt the warm welcome, that my fellow poets had saved a space in their hearts for me.

Jehanah Wedgwood (the hostess) aside, Eleanor Watson-Gove (editor of the Sacred Grounds Anthology), Syreia Witt, Marsha Campbell, Gaya Jenkins, Selene Steese and me were the regulars at that time.  Then, Eleanor moved to Portland.  Syreia Witt died. Selene quit her job in San Francisco to become a full time poet.  She began her own reading series, S.O.U.P. in Oakland.  Gaya suffered all kinds of ailments and moved to the East Coast.  Jehanah passed away last year.  Marsha stopped coming because of heart surgery and various housing problems.

Barbara Bel Diamond, the spunky dark-haired Canadian with her signature beret came to Sacred not much later after me. She had been a steady presence on the Wednesday night circuit until recently, when she began her own reading series at Sacred on Saturday afternoons.  Deirdre Trian, the beautiful witch-goddess has been our iconic figure in the past six years.

There are more women who grace the Grounds now and the balance between the genders are improving.  A couple of weeks ago Marsha Campbell came back looking trim and ever graceful.  I realized how much I had missed her stunning poetry, her tremulous voice resulted from throat surgery and her out of tune guitar.  As she walked up to the mike she was greeted by thunderous applause—a fitting way to welcome back a great dame.

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