Marty Giovan had been practicing as a registered poetry therapist facilitating the art of poem-making for more than 2 decades. She had a masters degree in Creative Arts Education and was also the author of Mind Mender, a "how to" source book for expressive interventions. She had been a poet in the school system in Rhode Island and in the Virgin Islands as the "hidden agenda" in English classes. Mind Mender was also used with poetry in elderly groups. Marty was best known for her collections of creative and life-affirming poems written by prison populations. She conducted a seminar, Poetic Medicine, at All That Matters in Wakefield.
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2021 Update: AUGUST 6, 1927 TO MARCH 3, 2020 - Just learned of Marty's passing. Lynnie Gobeille was kind enough to send a link to her obituary ( Marti Giovan's Obituary )
An excerpt from "In My Last Hour" by Marty Giovan:
In my last hour I wish to be like the swans
That float on my pond.
Dusk descends
Regal fullness reflects
In the stilling of the wind
Until their emergence into the space
Between the light and the darkening water.
► Marty's origami microchaps & selected poems are available below.
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Origami Microchap |
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Who will know me • |
Wanted: House Friend A ‘house friend’
Must love horror movies Purple walls And cats in bed. Must know hot to rub tired toes Wear few clothes Pack picnic munchies Field my images And plant my field! I like long walks To gather wood To start warm fires Over hot rum toddies I am a talker And a listener A kisser and a snuggler Come and be my house friend Call, if interested •
A MISFIT
Am mother of five
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WANTED - Ring Master Experienced ring master • WANTED - Circus Person A circus person • Intangible Collectibles Over rocky roads • Marty Giovan © 2011 |
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 The Prompt:
Tell us about your family
with you in it.
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My Mother My mother was an avocado pear, • My Cousin My cousin was a watermelon
Full of black, slippery seeds That could choke you When you slurped her juices. Once we poured a fifth of vodka Inter her pink, ripe roundness. We thought it would mellow her. That’s when she joined A.A.! •
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Me I am a coconut, •
My Father My father was a white, Irish potato. • Marty Giovan © 2010
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