ENDORSEMENTS FOR HOUSE OF THE UNEXPECTED

Julie Rogers’ House of the Unexpected is a brilliant gathering from a life of making poems. I’ve stood in awe at the solitary pursuit of such art, of such a poet. Taken from several manuscripts, her first book is a Selected! “The voice of Julie Rogers is so pure,” I blurbed her powerful “Torch” seventeen years ago, “so unadorned with the usual poetic conceits it reads like the soul’s voice inside us all.” This is just the beginning. The uncompromised full manuscripts will follow. She articulates the inarticulate. And you too will live in the Unexpected.

-Sharon Doubiago, Oregon Book Award Winner, author of Love on the Streets, Selected and New Poems & My Father’s Love.

Few poems are written as close to the heart; no extra words just soul meanings as they are bodily enacted -- the kisses, the gashes, and the good and the agonizing memories. House of the Unexpected has politics and clarity. Especially the poems for David are brave. Love grows, matures, and is reborn alive, like the touch of Cupid's arrow.

-Michael McClure, Beat Poet, novelist & artist

Surpassing a consistency of sensitivity, Julie Rogers reveals that she can write with political and personal vision, and can make a truly visionary leap of imagination, the brilliance of which resonates through all the love poems she writes to David Meltzer.

-Jack Hirschman, SF Poet Laureate, translator & artist

"I'm like everyone, familiar with isolation, nervous, but certain we're not strangers/I raise my head to look you in the eye." And she does look you in the eye & heart, never afraid of going deep into the darkest spaces, making light of them. The language is vibrant & spare in its expression of complexity and passion. This is such a profound & delightful collection of poems - you'll want to return again & again. House of the Unexpected lives up to its title. It's a treasure.

-Agneta Falk, poet & painter

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HOUSE OF THE UNEXPECTED 

by Steve Deiffenbacher, writer for the Mail Tribune, Medford, OR

I started ‘House of the Unexpected’ and was immediately swept up in it. It's honest, beautiful, visceral, often painful, but always mesmerizing. Its strength is in how the poet engages both the personal and political and how they mesh with moments of extraordinary grace and love of life.

‘House of the Unexpected’ works excellently, combining the personal dramas with the horrors that have been visited on women in the past and that still are going on in the present. I love its rage and fierce determination, its unstinting willingness to look at the worst and the best that we can be as human beings and its voice of female empowerment. In that sense, I think it's a rare gem. I can't remember the last book of poems I read with that kind of impact.

After reading the last half of the book, I realize I hadn't grasped it's full scope, and my appreciation of it is even greater. It starts with the personal, melds it into the political, brings in the connection with nature and spirituality and then ends back with the personal in the tender and honest love poems at the conclusion. In the end, all these things become part of one another. All of them were there all along, but the full journey of the book completes the circle to make that even clearer.

I realize again the uniqueness of Julie Rogers’ voice.   Always between the lines of her work there is an awareness of the unseen, a felt but impossible-to-define mystery of being. It gives the poems great power.


photograph by Katie Heflin

 

Grief:

Another Perspective


Sad is a turd

you step on more

than once, stays deep

in the tread, prints

the hall floor

as you come to meet

the people who would

notice, even if you remove

your shoes the smell

is unmistakable, you nod

and smile at the table

all the guests are your friends

and you want to become

a napkin gently protecting

your lap.


From Street Warp (pub. by Omerta 2013) SF


For the End of Submission       

for Jyoti Singh                                                                     

As they eyed her she appeared

to be an object, clay yoni

in a roadside stall

breasts pressed flat in a

centerfold,

open faced easy target,

a boy’s wet dream

with no name, no heart,

no home, no life.


When they took her, the child,

the girl, the woman

pinned as a butterfly

in a black frame

an alley, a room, a bus,

a public toilet,

they say she lured them–

young skin, dark eyes,

small soft hands, 

fingernails dug in,

cries like a cat

on prowled streets

where porn hits back.


After they had her she fell

a crumpled candy wrapper,

half eaten fast food

tossed in a gutter,

a package ripped of strings

like torn newsprint

to wrap meat soaked in blood

but why don’t they see her

in the headlines?

Screams from a gagged mouth

become whispers.

If she tells they don’t believe.

They blame her.


Jul

7-15-16

Oakland


Draught


The sun, a coin flipping

deep in a pocket of heat

that won’t give. Newscast:

governor’s gruff voice

rations water, Sierra snowpack

dryer than a century

green hills starved in torch yellow

burnt hell in the woods

empty lakes, asphalt melts

as we slowly wash the dishes

and tend to ourselves

- turn off the faucet -

trying to figure

when it’s important.

How clean and fresh

is life? Do I look right?

Can I see myself?


Jul

1-20-14

San Francisco, CA


Witness          for Rodney King


Beaten under by the clubs

of his protectors

he’s down for the count

on asphalt not meant to hold

his blood and he can’t get away

his scars are monuments

to ignorance

his tears are dark water

left running in the city

filling toilets

filling swimming pools

flooding gutters with our trash

and the homeless

his screams are the sirens

of Los Angeles

forcing the traffic back:

heart attacks

suicide attempts, maybe

a kid on crack

taking a fast ride

through overgrowth that won’t stop

his family grieving, wanting revenge

while the TV shows

a cremation of dreams

smoldering rage rising like smoke

from neighborhoods burning

at dawn.

Witness the bashing of Mr. King

on an instant replay

while a jury argues his pain.

Someone said he fought back.

I saw a man struggle

to stand on his own.


March 1991



READING SCHEDULE BELOW 

Julie Rogers has been performing her work publicly since

the early 1980s. She is the author of several books of

 poetry including a collected, 'House of the Unexpected' 

 [Wild Ocean Press 2012.] Omerta Publications released

four of her chapbooks: 'Street Warp' and 'Life on Earth', as

well as 'Trading Fours' and 'Sharing Breath'written with

her late husband, Beat Poet David Meltzer (1937-2016).

They also recorded a CD, 'Two-Tone Poetry & Jazz', with

saxophonist Zan Stewart [Pureland Audio 2015]. Her

poetry and essays have been published in numerous

 anthologies and she also acts as a creative writing coach. 

 Julie is the Founder and Director of TLC Transitional Life 

 Care, Buddhist end-of-life education and support

program [www.tlcserves.org], and is the author of

'Instructions for the Transitional State', a concise

end-of-life manual written from a Buddhist perspective.

 She lives in Oakland, CA.

 

TWO-TONE POETRY & JAZZ CD 

David Meltzer & Julie Rogers swinging with sassy

poetry and Zan Stewart on sax! "A spectacular

CD! Wonderful joy, courage, and humor, all

blended like braided starlight in the listening horn!"

-- Gene Berson

To order email: julmind108@gmail.com

 

PUBLICATIONS

'Trading Fours' and 'Sharing Breath' the love poems of David Meltzer and Julie Rogers (Omerta Publications 2020) Available through this website-send a message.

'Life on Earth', poetry of Julie Rogers (Omerta Publications 2020) Available through this website-send a message.

'House of the Unexpected' (Wild Ocean Press 2012)

'Street Warp' by Julie Rogers-Poetry of place written in and about the SF Bay Area (Omerta Publications 2013)

'WORLD OF CHANGE' The poem and essay, 'To Open the Eye of the Needle' by Julie Rogers, addressing the US medical machine's impact on women, have been published in the San Francisco anthology, 'World of Change'. Order from publisher David Madgalen-email: madgalen@sonic.net.

'Feather Floating on the Water' Poems for Children~

Julie Rogers' poems 'Teeny Power' & 'Living from the

Heart' as well as two lessons designed for teaching

educators are included in this unique and culturally

diverse anthology of poetry for children by over 50

San Francisco poets. Includes an appendix of 26 poetry

lessons for teachers and parents based on poems in the

book. Copies have been distributed free of charge to all the

public elementary and middle schools in SF as well as all

the branch libraries of the city system. A portion of the

proceeds from sales supports poetry workshops in schools

and community centers.

To order: http://www.studiosaraswati.com/feather.htm

  

READING SCHEDULE

SAN FRANCISCO, CA

Sat. Sept. 13, 2025

Revolutionary Poet's Anthology

Riders on the Storm

Beat Museum - 540 Broadway, SF

 

Sat. Sept. 20, 2025

Revoluntionary Poet's Anthology

International Reading - Zoom

Riders on the Storm

12:00-2:00 p.m.

 

Tues. Sept. 30, 2025

Marin County Library System

Bolinas Library

Solo Reading Retrospective

6:00 - 7:00 p.m.

 

ONLINE POETRY

VOETICA

https://voetica.com/

 

BIRD & BECKETT, SAN FRANCISCO

June 22, 2025

YouTube-Julie Rogers SF/B&B 

 

GHOST TOWN POETRY READING

APRIL 23, 2015 - VANCOUVER WASHINGTON

 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=g_OFWb863iY 

 

 

Julie Rogers & her late husband, poet David

Meltzer 2011 / photo by Chuck Koton

 

WEB APPEARANCES

RUMPUS Make/Work Interview

Make/Word Podcast interview

with David Meltzer and Julie Rogers

at home - March 19, 2015

with Scott Pinkmountain

https://therumpus.net/2015/03/19/makework-episode-29-david-meltzer-and-julie-rogers/

 

MARIN POETRY CENTER:

http://www.marinpoetrycenter.org/listings.php

ON THE ROAD RADIO - 'HOUSE OF POET'S 

 

'HOUSE OF THE UNEXPECTED' BOOK LAUNCH

TRADING FOURS WITH DAVID MELTZER:

 http://youtu.be/Jb89ASzxoaU

 

'WHEN I WAS A POET' BOOK LAUNCH:

with David Meltzer at City Lights, San Francisco June 23, 2011

www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjATP4Rz0hQ&feature=related

 

AUDIO READING:

with David Meltzer at Moe's Books, Berkeley CA June 29, 2011

http://www.moesbooks.com/pages/110629-David-Meltzer-and-Julie-Rogers.html

 

Barely in the Race         

for the couple on Harrison St. off ramp, Oakland

 

Might seem easy

to sit there on a corner

w/the sign misspelled,

hand printed HUNGERY,

more legible than a doctor’s

scrawled script for meds,

maybe forgot to take ‘em or just can’t afford it

anyway, it’s about food, water, shelter

just begging day & night

weathered face facing traffic

sometimes w/a dog to feed or a kid

or a bottle or reading a book

waiting w/no room for anything else

just your life all packed up beside you

in a shopping cart or just a bundle

crouching down on the curb

at the starting gate

of the finish line.
 
 
10-26-17
Oakland

 

The Majority  for Joanne Kyger & Suzuki Roshi

 

of us are not.

 

Zen Master said this

just the other decade

& now he is not too

 

those words flew from his mouth

without a head count

and got stuck, think about it.

No way to catch up.

The dead have it.

Roll call is endless.

 

Some of those souls may want

to fix what broke, apologize

send flowers, another kiss

the last dance. But

 

we are

now able to sit

watch the sky from this side

& share breath.

Let us not forget.

 

3-30-16

Bolinas Beach

 

Crazy Rain  for David

 

Raining dogs

weathering the night

like someone recently blinded

shocked there is no light

the darkest place of pinholes

I can’t fit through to get out

a drained lake, a puddle of twin carp

two full cups of sake yet to share

life unread but written constantly

no room for tears or the house will flood

how to save the books?

How to walk around you all day

and sleep with your empty pillow?

The shaving cup immovable

on the table by the boxes

for your family, certain we hold back

before touching what you held

your shaving brush still hidden from view

in the bathroom cupboard

dam breakers, re-con scouts

from memory’s trenches

waiting to be picked up, to decide

where to give and take your world.

 

Where have you gone?

Frozen, I can’t cry

without you beside me

and then it rains.

 

 Jul

2-25-27

Oakland