Alexis Rotella Published Works

In 1991 when the world was just beginning to consider that our thoughts might have an impact on health, I pioneered that concept in my acclaimed book How Words and Thoughts Affect Your Body.

I’m a well known award-winning poet/artist who specializes in Japanese-style poetry forms. I have published more than 40 books and my work has appeared in numerous anthologies. My most recent book, Between Waves, was published by Red Moon Press in 2015. The highlight of my poetry career was winning the Kusamakura Grand Prize in 2007 where I traveled to Kumamoto, Japan to receive the award and to also spend time in the ancient city of Kyoto. To read much of my work gratis, you can just Google ALEXIS ROTELLA HAIKU POET, or feel free to go to AlexisRotellaDesigns.com to view my iPad art.

In ancient times in China and Japan, a person running for political office would first have to approve their poetic skill and sensitivity. My work as a poet dovetails nicely with my healing practice and some of my patients have asked me to tutor them in Japanese forms in English. Throughout the years, I have also encouraged patients to study the healing arts and a number of them have since graduated from acupuncture and other schools.

In September 2016 I spoke to an enthusiastic group of haiku poets at Wild Graces in Deerfield, NH on how the seasons affect us all.

My famous poem PURPLE has traveled around the world like a chain letter and has been published in hundreds of venues including Chicken Soup for the Soul and Dr. Bernie Siegel’s Love, Magic and Mudpies (Rodale Press).

Purple

In first grade Mrs. Lohr said
my purple teepee
wasn’t realistic enough
that purple was no color
for a tent,
that purple was a color
for people who died,
that my drawing
wasn’t good enough to hang
with the others.

I walked back to my seat
counting the swish swish swishes
of my baggy corduroy trousers.
With a black crayon
nightfall came to my purple tent
in the middle of an afternoon.

In second grade
Mr. Barta said draw anything,
he didn’t care what.

I left my paper blank
and when he came around
to my desk
my heart beat like a tom tom.
He touched my head
with his big hand
and in a soft voice said
the snowfall
how clean
and white
and beautiful.