June Pascal’s book sparkles in simplicity and truth
By Marivir R. Montebon
New York – New York artist June Pascal has released her first book of poems “Husbands and Lovers” available now in pre-launch copies at $25. The 150-page collection of romantic and erotic love poems and others is “fiercely engaging,” as artist-provocateur Gabriel Franz puts it.
Husbands and Lovers is Pascal’s lifetime collection of poetry, describing life through its highs and lows, of love gained and lost, fancy titillating relationships, deep friendships, the warmth of family, and self-discovery and affirmations.
Pascal is a published writer, poet and a visual artist living more than half of her life in Manhattan’s upper west side. She hails from Manila and has raised two grown-up sons in the Big Apple. She is a well-traveled artist who lingered in the magnificence of Greece and the rustic splendor of Kyrzyshtan as well as in Bali, Paris, Madrid, and other cities where she drew inspiration as an artist.
The ultimate lover of life, Pascal today enjoys the bliss of grand-motherhood as much as her poetry, works of art, healthy cooking, and reconstructive-upcycling fashion designing.
Here is a sampler:
While a couple fights about
The right equation of labor and love,
The bath gets filled with heated water.
Slowly but surely, the water turns
Cold, unused, wasted.
Artist-educator Martha Ma says Pascal “describes with delicious precision and humor, the edges of potential filled with anticipation and disillusion. Candid and refreshingly relatable.”
As for this writer, I say Pascal’s poems will take you around the world and inside your own universe. You will embrace June’s poetry.
Work First, Politics Later
The geese came home in formation
to roost in the autumn pond,
the backyard of Anton.
Rested after the flight
they now have time for politics.
Or this, a favorite piece:
Where does love go when it dies?
Or does it go on living in one’s memories?
Where does love go when you need it most?
Does it go to a place unknown
and waits to be claimed by the lucky ones who find it?
Where does love go when it feels like playing?
In the hearts of lovers when they are both sighing.
Where does love go when it is tired?
Under the shadow of a Boabab tree by a brook called wisdom.
Where does love go when it wants to forget?
In the hearts that are broken
When kind words are unspoken.
For more of June Pascal’s works, visit her website at www.jpascalcreations.com