Monday, October 29, 2007

Burlesque Poetry Hour Tonight

If you're in the D.C. area, don't miss the Burlesque Poetry Hour Reading tonight. Jennifer Knox, an incredible, funny poet, is one of the readers.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Hirshfield Reading

Rumi at 800: A Sufi Celebration Saturday, October 27. 11 am-9 pm Freer Gallery Join us for a day of music, poetry, special tours, and Persian and Turkish food celebrating the eight-hundredth anniversary of the birth of the poet and mystic Mevlana Jalal-ad-Din Rumi, born in 1207. Rumi inspired the founding of the Whirling Dervishes and remains one of the world's best-selling authors in any language. The day's events conclude with a reading by award-winning poet Jane Hirshfield. Poetry Reading: Jane Hirshfield 7:30 pm, Meyer Auditorium In this finale to our daylong Rumi celebration, Jane Hirshfield reads from Rumi's work as well as her own poetry. Hirshfields poetry has appeared in such publications as the The New Yorker, The Times Literary Supplement as well as in two of Bill Moyers PBS television specials. In fall 2004 The Academy of American Poets awarded Hirshfield the 70th Academy Fellowship for her distinguished poetic achievement, an honor formerly held by such poets as Robert Frost and Elizabeth Bishop. Don't miss one of today's leading poets as she shares her deep appreciation of Rumi's spirit and legacy.

Coconut -- New Poems, Coconut Books Opens

Coconut 10, new poems by Norma Cole, Carla Harryman, Ange Mlinko, Emily Kendal Frey, Ben Mirov, Caroline Crumpacker, Chad Sweeney, Donna Stonecipher, Lily Brown, Andrea Rexilius, Srikanth Reddy, Erica Anzalone, Ann Stephenson, Carley Moore, Daniel Nester, Paula Cisewski, Paul Siegell, Kristy Bowen, Ben Doller, Dorine Preston, and Morgan Lucas Schuldt. Coconut Books has opened with Reb Livingston's new book, Your Ten Favorite Words: Thank you Reb for the announcement here:

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Happy Birthday

Today is my 35th Birthday. Next week I'll be in Disneyland (for real).

Monday, October 01, 2007


This is just to say I have confirmed your reservation with Hell Life Airlines. We're going to swoop you up really high, so the clouds develop their own personalities -- bashful, grumpy, ineffable -- and your fingers sweat burn victims on the armrests. Once we've reach our cruising altitude, we'll pour drinks down your pants and play pinata with your mouth. When the teeth explode we'll be around to pick them up and eat them like candy. The descent is when things get really exciting. We'll throw the pilot out the door and force you to land the plane on the runway. Never mind that the yoke is your ripped tongue and the instrument displays all point to boiling temperatures. The window fogs up with whipped cream and your face grows red as a prisoner cherry. You'll expect to crash immediately, but we'll delay it by taking you back to the playground of your youth. The other kids spin you on the merry-go-round, splash sand in your hair, call you the scared-iest scaredy cat ever. Its your fate to sit in the center and take everything all in, going around in circles to nowhere.

I Haven't Posted in a While

Hi, if anyone is reading, I haven't posted in awhile because I've been busy with a book manuscript, submitting, job stuff, Jenny McKean Moore poetry class, etc. I'd like to add some appreciations/critiques of specific poems (not mine) to the site; it might help to get some practice in writing critically. In any case, I intend to post more regularly, at least a few times a week.