Texas History Meets Poetry

People still heed the cry to “Remember the Alamo!”, especially in San Antonio, Texas, but they may be starting to remember it differently.

According to Robert Bonazzi, Floyd Collins’ new poetry collection What Harvest: Poems on the Siege & Battle of the Alamo imbues all sides of the conflict with the humanity missing from nineteenth-century reports of the massacre, which highlighted the alleged cruelty of General Santa Anna. Some of these poems focus on people, while others focus on pertinent events or objects, like a famous duel or a long rifle. The book is available through Somondoco Press.

Bonazzi seems impressed with What Harvest, calling it “the finest poetry ever written about the Alamo.”

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A former altar boy and a former U.S. Army interrogator, respectively, John F. Buckley and Martin Ott were born and raised in Michigan, meeting each other at the University of Michigan-Ann Arbor before separately migrating to California in the early 1990s to attend graduate schools, their friendship evolving into a writing collaboration – what they refer to as poetic volleyball. They both currently live in Southern California, John with his wife, Martin with his wife and two children. John teaches English composition at several local colleges, while Martin works as a marketing strategist for a global company. John still affects a strange piety; Martin still finds himself asking a lot of questions. Individually and together, their writing has appeared in over 150 periodicals and anthologies, garnering three Pushcart Prize nominations for Martin’s poems “India Ivy” and “When Bridges Fall” (available in his collection Children of Interrogation, which has been a finalist or semi-finalist in eighteen poetry prizes) and John’s “Poem for Christy’s Daughter” (available in his collection Kinks in the Hose). Martin has also optioned three screenplays. His chapbook Misery Loves was published on Red Dancefloor Press. John’s chapbook Breach Birth was published on Propaganda Press.
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