Category Archives: Books That Come My Way

Maggie Dubris reads from Weep Not, My Wanton ( Toilers of the Sea )

… Maggie and I had been planning to get together for a long time, but one thing or another kept getting in the way. Finally, last Saturday Maggie came over. The morning was pretty quiet, good for a reading; my … Continue reading →

Peter Cherches reads from Autobiography Without Words

12 Mar ’17

… Pelekinesis has just published a new collection of short stories by Peter Cherches called Autobiography Without Words, which is a title I really like by the way. Peter reads several of these stories in the Vimeo below. I heard … Continue reading →

Bernadette Mayer reads from Works & Days

7 Jan ’17

… “Here in beautiful aloneness forest” is where Bernadette lives in a house with a windowpane back porch looking out toward a stream (you must go down the hill to see it, but it is there) and a rectangular piece … Continue reading →

Murat Nemet-Nejat reads Animals of Dawn: To Be Or Not To Be

13 Nov ’16

… I went to Hoboken two weeks ago to record Murat Nemet-Nejat reading from his new book, Animals of Dawn. It’s a great title, right? One sees things slowly appearing, dark becoming light, moving—Animals—Alive. Murat lives about a twenty minute … Continue reading →

Lynn McGee reads from Sober Cooking

22 Oct ’16

… “I don’t mean “sober cooking” in the 12 step way,” Lynn says. “It’s really about going through a hard time and staying focused on the little tasks of life like cooking and chopping vegetables. Sober Cooking has a lot … Continue reading →

Janet Hamill reads from Knock

18 Oct ’16

… I read Knock by Janet Hamill in one sitting; it took me by surprise and I just went with it remembering my youth and traveling when life spread out before me with decades ahead. I got in touch with … Continue reading →

Lynn McGee reads from Heirloom Bulldog

11 Oct ’16

… Beautiful poems often praise repulsive things like Baudelaire’s rotting carcass. Lynn McGee’s poetry also makes the ugly beautiful. This partly has to do with her poetic sense of empathy. When she writes about the rat, we know the rat … Continue reading →