Review by Yvonne de la Vega of LA Poetry Examiner
          An oddity of relevance between the symphony and the spoken word is the deliverance of each. However practiced or improvised, the   creation of an artist's individual rendition is one that is created by a   moment in time and also creates those moments in time when shared with   others and become powerful memories for those gathered for such events   as a memorial for a loved one. Poetry is the master of defining those moments. Symphony and music is the same as poetry.
          
            FRIENDS
              
              I knew you before the moon was lit
              the learned men
              were beardless and bodiless
              and apples grew on the wingtips
              of flying trees
              I was your friend in light
              The light that went faster than 
              any measurement
              And souls were the source
              of every merriment
              I knew you before the ruin that hit
              when there weren't any dens of fear,
              inhabitants who babbled lies
            And only songs were real
            From "Thawed Stars - Alice Pero Poems (Sunlink Publications)
          
        
          
            Just recently, at the Memorial Service for Los Angeles'   beloved poet Wanda Coleman, Alice Pero the flutist angelica, played a   favorite song of Wanda's entitled "Syrinx" by Debussy. Alice Pero is   also one of Los Angeles' fine poets but this time, her voice became the   tender pulling of the flute upon the audial canvas that is the air   between every body that was present and obedient to the flight and   movement of the syrinx, a bird sketched by the brilliantly haunting   notations created by Debussy in the hypnotic moments of delivery in   Alice Pero's sway upon the piece with her astonishingly beautiful   woodwind voice. Its volume is of a lush timbre and tone, one that is   rich and as opulent as a perfectly full moon in July.
          
          Alice is clearly a blessed conduit of energetic forces that are   truest when delivered by poetry and symphonic music. Her poetry is witty   and often humorous and she muses in the dual and multiple meanings of   singular things. 
          
            BREAK OF DAWN
            After the break of dawn
              I stepped in the pieces
              all day
          
          
            THE ANTIQUE CHAIR
              
              I have been waiting for my poems to lie flat on the page,
              even descriptions of a placid leaf on a summer day,
              contemplation of the rungs of an antique chair,
              wooden, calm, round, evenly notched.
              Leaves not flying over rungs in a careless phantasmagoria;
              carvings, neat, not turning into mysterious runes,
              nothing swaying wildly.
              I am sure the moment will come
              when the piercing notes of another world will no longer
              penetrate
              and I rest in quiet.
              I am studying the long even boards on the porch floor
              and I ignore the frantic rhythm of bees
              rapid heartbeat of hummingbirds.
              Will this bring me the satisfaction of growing old? 
              To have the dedication of the somber swept front steps
              without raging interference
            Wind of my invention.
          
          Los Angeles poet/flutist Alice Pero is an artist thru and thru. Her every word is an intended splash that   is thrown into its random placement upon her canvas/page of poetry, and   it is perfectly set in a composition of other splashes that appear   splattered quite perfectly one after the other until every last splash   is acknowledged as essential to the piece. Alice Pero's poetry does not   skip a beat. There is only space where space should be and words where   they should also be.
          
            CAR POEM
              
              Take the carburetor
              bend it into six parts
              Take the gas pipe
              Turn it into a long tree stem
              Take the spark plugs
              Take the brake line
              Drip it out
              Take all the metal, the rubber, the chrome,
              Put it backwards and upside down
              Take in exhaust fumes, turn them all into ink
              Wrap the windows in tin foil
              turn the wheels into fire
              Accelerate backwards
              Wrap the car up in a giant pink bow
              Show me a good time in the backseat
              Make my thin skin ripple
              The whole thing falling apart under magic moonlight
              Dip the fenders in hot fat, bubbling with fries
              Take me home in a wild wind storm
            Smiling at all the other cars
          
          "Thawed Stars - Alice Pero Poems" (Sunlink   Publications) is a delightful book of a great many Alice Pero poems   that have been organized into 6 chapters that are uniquely Alice and are   entitled as follows:
            CHAPTER ONE, NEW MUSIC -CHAPTER TWO, BREATHLESS   LOVE -CHAPTER THREE, THE EVIDENCE    -CHAPTER FOUR, LOST/FOUND     -CHAPTER FIVE, THESE BIRCHES/THIS SUN    -CHAPTER SIX, THE JOKE'S ON ME
          The book is an inspirational one in the voice of Alice who remains   positive even if sad. Her message leaves us sure that life really is   good after all, even when it's got that unrealized twist that Alice Pero   sees, discoveries she is happy to share with all who are lucky to read   her. "Thawed Stars - Alice Pero Poems" is available at her bookstore online as well as on Amazon.com.
          Want to catch poet/flutist Alice Pero live and in person? Check out these links.
          Alice Pero hosts the long running poetry series Moonday in Santa Monica that has been a reputable venue for 12 years. 
          Joy of Love Chamber Music with Poetry
           ALICE PERO WAS LIVE IN CONCERT in the concert event,
          
            "Joy of Love Chamber Music with Poetry" at McGroarty Arts   Center,7570 McGroarty Terrace, Tujunga, California.with Alice Pero   poet/flautist and Svetlana Oganesian, violin, Saida Moore, piano, Paul   Switzler, piano and the poetry of Alice Pero with a possible mystery   guest.