2004 - 2009
Kids these days.
Trick or treating with PF Potvin, Maureen Thorson and Gianmarc Manzione at Burlesque. Lots of special auction bonuses. You don't want to miss it.
I had a great time on Friday reading with Bruce and Michelle at the Stain Bar. Thanks Amy. Thanks to everyone who came out to hear us.
Robyn Art is always so hot to the touch like something he would shove against this week at No Tell Motel.
***** Bruce Covey, Michelle Noteboom, and Reb Livingston *****
Figuring out what to wear to a poetry reading is a lot like figuring out what to wear to a high school/college/family reunion or a first date or party where you know your ex will be attending. You want to look good, but you don't want to look like you're trying to look good. You want to give that I'm just naturally fabulous vibe.
Edited by Allyssa Wolf
Coconut 6 -- containing new poems by Cole Swensen, Eleni Sikelianos, Josh May, CS Carrier, Eric Baus, Gloria Frym, CJ Martin, Natalie Lyalin, Ada Limon, Jonathan Minton, Laurel DeCou, Rusty Morrison, Megan Johnson, James Grinwis, Marty Hebrank, James Sanders, Michelle Greenblatt and Sheila E. Murphy, Mairead Byrne, Jeff Harrison, Kristine Snodgrass, Brendan Lorber, Bruce Covey, & Hazel McClure--is now live on the web.
Smart words from Eileen -- in the poetry world, a little cheddar goes a long way if you're creative and thoughtful about it. Our ability to make, promote and support poetry is not reliant on how much others are getting. I agree, it's annoying or laughable, possibly offensive, how some choose to spend towards poetry -- I can agree there's a lot of waste and misappropriation among the few who have sizeable fortunes earmarked for poetry -- but, well, whatever. I don't want anyone telling me how to spend my poetry nickels, so I won't bother telling someone how to spend their poetry Benjamins.
at Burlesque Poetry Hour with Maureen Thorson, PF Potvin and Gianmarc Manzione.
I'll be reading in NYC this Friday with Bruce Covey and Michelle Notebloom?
Micki Myers wears nothing but a holster and pasties this week at No Tell Motel.
I'm working on a new manuscript and needed some reference books on a particular topic -- so I went to Borders and purchased the reference books using gift cards.
Taking that Ben Franklin "penny wise, pound foolish" quote to heart.
Cornstarch Figurine by Elizabeth Treadwell (Dusie Press)
Labels: grubby hands
My high school best friend drove me to the Homestead Waterfront in her black and gold Hummer. Go Stillers!
In Pittsburgh for the week while Chris is in Amsterdam for a conference. Wanted to tag along, but couldn't work it out. That's OK, I can get pot and prostitutes here.
Patty Seyburn carves the night into angles this week at No Tell Motel.
Christine Hamm writes about Rebecca Loudon's Navigate.
featuring poems by: William Allegreeza, Jack Boettner, Tim Botta, Jenna Cardinale, Peter Davis, Ryan Downey, Thomas Farrington, Skip Fox, Elisa Gabbert, Johannes Goransson, James Grinwis, Donald Illich, Brian Kalkbrenner, Sean Kilpatrick, Clay Matthews, Randy Prunty, Kate Schipara, Bronwen Tate, Chris Tonelli, and Amish Trivedi
A husband willing to have sex with a mound of sand and allow me to photograph -- in the name of poetry.
Pussipo (after Acker) -- the blog of the pussipo experimental women's poetry experiment -- THE PUBLIC PAGE for the private effort for the public effort
I'm starting to understand why plastic bag manufacturers print warning labels all over their products.
Jill Alexander Essbaum gets ruined in the moonlight, especially the moonlight this week at No Tell Motel.
And yesterday after Jeb Bush blew a kiss to a crowd of protesters -- he was ushered into a subway station and put in a supply closet -- for his own safety.
This is one of those parties where you sit back and wait for the inevitable moment when the cops arrive and proclaim monstrous turquoise man-breasts are illegal in this state and your neighbors are trying to sleep.
I think her penance should be eating an entire chipped ham sandwich and washing it down with a six-pack of IC Light.
Semi-famous actress dumps on the 'Burgh
. . . into the dregs of bloggerdom.
This weekend I'm getting a reprieve -- a much needed opportunity to work uninterrupted on a number of projects I'm behind. The two main priorities are No Tell Motel galleys and The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel -- The Second Floor. This is always the case for me -- I decide to do things and underestimate how much time is necessary and I'm always short on time. Sometimes the excitement of a project finally reaching fruition is overshadowed by exhaustion. It shouldn't be that way.
The premiere issue of LOCUSPOINT recently went live. Poems from Seattle, St. Louis and Boston.
Christine Scanlon wears holes on the outside of her dress—with someone else always pulling the strings intermittently this week at No Tell Motel.