Don Yorty

Elliot, Cole & Gordon at Unnameable

Lunar Chandelier Press put together a reading at Unnameable Books in early November. I brought my camcorder intent on recording the whole thing, which I did, and as you can see below. I’m afraid I was a little late … Continue reading →

john compton reads from the castration of a minor god

8 Nov ’22

Facebook is its own MFA program. When I wanted to be a poet back in the late 1960s, artists and writers gravitated to hip cities like New York, Chicago, San Francisco, and Philadelphia, to name just a few, but … Continue reading →

Maureen Owen reads from let the heart hold down the breakage Or the caregiver’s log

6 Nov ’22

When I arrived in NYC in the fall of 1979, one of the first things I did was to go to Saint Mark’s Church and join a poetry workshop at the Poetry Project. After all, poetry was why I’d come. … Continue reading →

Photos by Tyler Mitchell

4 Nov ’22

Tyler Mitchell needs me like he needs another hole in the head, but when I heard him speak in an interview on television, I was taken by his youth and the power of his work, a power which comes … Continue reading →

The Wild Swans at Coole by William Butler Yeats

1 Nov ’22

… The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autumn has come upon … Continue reading →

Noah David Roberts reads from Final Girl Mythos

30 Oct ’22

When I was becoming an adolescent, as I felt my body change and get hairier it wasn’t odd to think that I could be a werewolf or a vampire. Saturdays I stayed up late to watch the classic horror movie … Continue reading →

The Skulls of Ken Angel Davis

28 Oct ’22

“When I think of Skulls….I do not think of someone who is dead,but rather I think of someone who was alive.The Skull representing not death but life.Stacks of skulls, stacks of lives.The grinning Skull smiles at us all.Live now while … Continue reading →

Haunted Burchfield

22 Oct ’22

Anyone who knows me knows I love the American artist, Charles Burchfield, and one thing I love about him is that even in the sunlight, he will put some gloom, and in that little bit of gloom, there is always … Continue reading →

Basil King reads from There Are No Ghosts, There Are Portraits.

16 Oct ’22

I love reading Basil King’s poetic histories because they connect time and place and people in unexpected ways that I find delightful. In Basil’s new collection, There Are No Ghosts, There Are Portraits, the first piece, “Soutine, Modigliani, Chagall,” makes … Continue reading →