Category Archives: Books That Come My Way

Aliah Rosenthal reads from Kiss My Assteroid

… Aliah Rosenthal, the son of poets, grew up in the East Village with the Poetry Project at Saint Mark’s Church a few blocks away. Contrary to what may be a popular opinion, being the child of a poet is … Continue reading →

Morgan Võ reads from The Selkie

9 Aug ’25

I’ve read The Selkie by Morgan Võ several times now. I enjoy it, but I’ve also been trying to figure it out. Võ says, “Writing The Selkie was trying to describe a world and discern certain factors or dimensions of … Continue reading →

Melinda Wilson reads from What It Was Like To Be A Woman

29 Jul ’25

… The poems of Melinda Wilson have a hard won sense of self that I trust. The poet’s love of nature and every living creature in it allow her poems to appear as they are on the page. Empathy and … Continue reading →

Christian Gullette reads from Coachella Elegy

23 Jun ’25

… A friend of mine was very moved by a book of poems called Coachella Elegy by Christian Gullette. His partner had died unexpectedly of a heart attack, and Gullette’s husband, who appears throughout the book, was being treated for … Continue reading →

john compton reads

22 Jun ’25

… John Compton lives in Kentucky. I met him on Facebook where I first read his straight-forward-what-you-see-is-what-you-get poetry. When you are gay in Kentucky there are yahoos who think it’s funny to tie you to the back of their pickups … Continue reading →

Martine Bellen, Elaine Equi, and Patricia Spears Jones read at KGB

21 Jun ’25

… On May the 12th Martine Bellen, Elaine Equi and Patricia Spears Jones read from their most recent books at KGB. I admire these poets, and recorded them. If you missed this reading, don’t worry, you can still go in … Continue reading →

Jennifer Firestone reads from Swimming Pool

21 May ’25

… Years ago, I used to swim four or five times a week at the old McBurney Y on 23rd Street across from the Chelsea Hotel. You got your own lane for half an hour swimming at your own speed, … Continue reading →

Michael Ruby reads from Close Your Eyes, Visions

10 May ’25

There are explorer poets. Like Hannah Weiner who invited us into her acid trip and Bernadette Mayer who invited us into her mid-winter day, Michael Ruby invites us behind his closied eyes. In previous books, Michael has explored the words … Continue reading →