… Right before the coronavirus drove us all indoors without jobs or places to attend poetry readings, Lonely Christopher had a launch for his new book, In a January Would, at Torn Page in Chelsea. None of us knew that … Continue reading

… Right before the coronavirus drove us all indoors without jobs or places to attend poetry readings, Lonely Christopher had a launch for his new book, In a January Would, at Torn Page in Chelsea. None of us knew that … Continue reading
… On a sad day of losses big and small someone left a flowerpot in the hall that wasn’t money or plenty of time but if I wanted it the thing was mine alive for sure because hint of a … Continue reading
… Sanjay Agnihotri is generous with his time and energy. He is the founder and editor-in-chief of Local Knowledge, a literary and art journal, as well as the programmer and host of its long-running monthly reading series in Manhattan. I … Continue reading
… I started to know Trace Peterson about two years ago when she was finishing up her PhD, but she was so busy that we hardly talked or were able to correspond or get anything done. What I wanted to … Continue reading
… In a world that is getting crazier, the writer Greg Masters is important because he continues to make sense. On a ship that is sinking, he is one of those life savers who gives directions. I recorded him reading … Continue reading
… I went to the La Mama Galleria a couple Sundays ago wanting to hear No Land and to see what she was going to do. I found out when I got there that she was performing with three musicians. … Continue reading
… I was almost caught by a guard filming. You can take photos but no videos. I think like in an old Greek myth, when a god comes, the spirit of Duchamp made me invisible as I held the phone … Continue reading
… At the Bureau of General Services, Queer Division in November in New York City, Linda Quinlan read from her most recent book of poems, Chelsea Creek. I had gone to hear Vittoria Repetto read, so Linda Quinlan was an … Continue reading
… Sujay Sarkar is 19 years old and from Barisal, Bangladesh. He helps to edit a little magazine called Tonga. I liked his drawings and photographs when I saw them on Facebook. He says, “I don’t know what I want … Continue reading
… A few years back Cliff Fyman drove cab at night and began to make poems out of what customers said as he took them to where they wanted to go. Cliff came over to my place last week to … Continue reading
… Dust of snow. It is unexpected. Grace comes in a moment. Dust of Snow The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of … Continue reading
… A few Saturdays ago was a miserable snowy afternoon, more wet than snow, and I wanted to get to a poetry reading crosstown so I checked online for the M8 bus schedule (not many on a Saturday) and caught … Continue reading