June 24, 2013 - 1:00pm
Good heavens! How long has it been since we’ve put on our Poetry Pants?? Open the bottom drawer, and pull those suckers out – for tonight, June 24th, Sarabande Books hosts writers Lucas Mann and Mark Neely at the 21c Reading Series. I hope they still fit.
Gin Belly. I know what this is. It is nothing at all like a “Beer Belly”. Gin Belly is inconspicuous. Not physical. Run your hand over a Gin Belly in the w
April 19, 2013 - 1:11pm
Experience the love of poetry from local pens. Join Carmichael’s tomorrow, Saturday, April 20th, as they welcome Jeffrey Skinner, Frederick Smock and Jerriod Avant for a special Poetry Month reading at 4pm. Because Thunder is really awful. No - really.
I am exhausted. All the parts of a human that can wear thin and fall into a thousand pieces at your feet are doing that.
March 22, 2013 - 1:21pm
Poetry pants? Oh, I think we are indeed going to wear them soon. Suit up this Monday, March 25th, for the 21c Reading Series featuring writers Frank Bill and James Arthur at 7:30pm.
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. Here is the picture in my head for this sentence: a human face with the whitest white skin – this is where people use the word “milky” – translucent, fluorescent in brilliance. An incredibly white human face with its...
February 14, 2013 - 1:49pm
Aspiring poets pursuing the timeless art of stanza craft at Spalding’s MFA program will join the fine folks at A Reader’s Corner Bookstore this Saturday, February 16th, at 4pm for a special reading of their work.
Valentine is Henry Miller’s middle name.Last week I told you I would revisit this. Last week I told the entire spindling World Wide Web that I would make something of this perfect and most fortuitous of monikers on this most saccharine of sainted holidays. I love Henry Miller....
January 23, 2013 - 5:23pm
Oh it’s just a new year and new line up of poets and art and independent flair in this joint. Join Daniel Khalastchi and Craig Morgan Teicher for the 21c Reading Series kicking off tomorrow, Thursday, January 24th at 7:30pm.
My hands feel dead. They’re raw shellfish attached to my wrists, cold meat with thin skin. I don’t know how to survive winter in this body. My bones make Cold on the inside, somewhere next to the fresh red blood cells, and I can’t find anywhere in the world to be...