Local Lyrics featuring Krisann Janowitz
Local Lyrics hosted by Amber Renee appears on the 3rd Monday of each month. In it, Amber features the work and musings of a local poet.
“When numbing out with “Netflix and chill” is our go-to as a society, we need poetry to make us feel real again.”
Krisann Janowitz
What a hypocrite.
Overwhelmed by the tunnels from Suburban to City Hall station --
I shuffle quickly.
Head down, feet moving --
I notice the masses of heartache.
Laying, nodding, begging --
everyone chooses their own
activity in their crevice
of concrete.
Who knows their story,
their pain, the reasoning
that brought them to call
this home, for today.
I can't predict their
tomorrows, but I'm scared
to find out, afraid
to linger too long w/ nothing
in my hands to offer.
(If I even had one piece of
fruit, how would I choose who
to give it too? How would the others feel?
It's just too much to inhale;
so I choose to hold my breath instead, and walk on.)
I want to care, but I'm afraid
to care too much -- or maybe,
I already do.
Q and A
Give us one poet you'd want to sit and talk to.
The first poet that comes to mind is Sylvia Plath. Her work is so hauntingly beautiful and truly real — I would love to just sit with her and talk inspiration and duende. Ever since I learned about duende, life just make so much sense, I wonder if Plath knew about duende and how it may have changed the path for her. For those of you who don’t know, duende is similar to the idea we have of “getting inspiration from the muse” but it’s very different in that duende shows us the murky humanity underpinning everything we do. The father of duende, Federico García Lorca, described duende as “the mystery, the roots fastened in the mire that we all know and all ignore.” I would say that much of my work comes from that place and I wonder how much of Plath’s work did too.
Tell us about how other forms of art (music, painting) influence your work.
Painting is another activity I enjoy dabbling in. So, I have written a poem inspired by a painting/mixed media piece that I created. But that doesn't happen often. More common in my poems are for them to be inspired by music, spoken word artists, and other poet's work. In one of my poetry classes while in the St Joseph's master's in Writing Studies program, Dr. April Lindner had us reading works like Citizen by Claudia Rankine, Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Vietnamese-American poet Ocean Vuong, and Denise Levertov' s poetry. Our assignments were then to write a poem inspired by the corresponding poet's work. That exercise really opened my mind to the reality that a lot of art is inspired by art, it just makes sense. If we count Mother Nature's masterpieces, then most art is inspired by other art. It's the natural cycle of art.
Your collection of poems is entitled 'Homeless' and it addresses the issue of homelessness from several different perspectives. Could you talk a little about what inspired you to focus your collection on this topic?
I’ve always cared about what many call “the downtrodden.” I grew up volunteering as a teenager at missions around the city that temporarily house many homeless (and non-homeless) people who are on track to overcome their addictions and elevate their future. I always thought it was so beautiful that these people have been given the opportunity to pivot the direction of their lives and that they were honest enough with themselves to know that they needed to do so. Let’s just say, conversations were always amazing and definitely impacted my thinking.
Then around 2011–12, I began hanging out with homeless people in Bucks County through Project Home and monthly community dinners. It was amazing because I would meet people living in a tent city on the grounds of the Bucks County Hospital, invite them to the community dinners, and see them happy communing with their neighbors (both those with and without homes), and we all became friends! More and more, I saw that homeless people whom many write off as “vagrants” or “all drug addicts” are really just people like you and me. That then became my mission to write poems inspired by people I have interacted with in both the present and past in order to show the humanity of us all. People with homes and those who have (or choose) to live in tent cities — we are all just humans and should see each other as such. That is one idea I want people who read the collection to come away with.
But the poem above is not from your collection?
No. The poem I included is the one I wrote after my homeless collection was published, while still on the same topic. It more explores the relationship between Philadelphians and their homeless population, which is also a major theme throughout my chapbook published by Moonstone Press.
Where do you think poetry fits into our world?
I believe that poetry is all around us. First and foremost, poetry is expressed emotions. Traditionally, we think of poetry as emotions with words and use of figurative language, but I think poetry is more expansive than that. Poetry is anything that moves us to feel emotion. That’s why spoken word is poetry and music is poetry, as well as other forms of art, beautiful interactions between two human beings, and great buildings that force you to feel humility— that’s all poetry in my book. I think as times get harder globally, as climate change is unpredictable and mass murders occur way too often, we need moments of poetry to shake us up. When numbing out with “Netflix and chill” is our go-to as a society, we need poetry to make us feel real again.
Full disclosure: how many poems have you written about Kesha?
Technically, I’ve written two poems about Kesha, but her spirit influences a lot of my work. I feel like we all have those couple people whose existence just inspires us and we feel a special connection. That is how I feel about Kesha. She has inspired so many of my poems because she inspires me everyday.
Krisann Janowitz has always had a passion for poetry and words (elementary school-- if you count all the song lyrics about bubblegum). This passion has led her to graduate with her MA in Writing Studies from St. Joseph’s University in 2017. While there, she enjoyed being the Editor-in-Chief for her program's literary magazine, The Avenue. Among others, her poems have been published by streetcake magazine, Cliterature journal, and Z Publishing. Along with her chapbook Home(less): A Sampling of Poems on Home & Homelessness published by Moonstone Press, Krisann is honored to be the host of Moonstone’s New Voices, a monthly reading series. In her free time, she enjoys romping about in parks and skateparks with her burly husband and spunky Shih Tzu. You can find her on Instagram: @lovinlifewithsass
AMBER RENEE, she/her, 26, writes from her home in suburban Bucks County, Pennsylvania. A fool hopelessly in love with the pursuit of psychic knowledge, she often writes autobiographically; though without sacrificing her distinctive off-rhythm canter. 'Thoughts on This Most Recent Episode' was her 2016 full length collection of self-published poetry ruminating on her thoughts & illnesses. Currently she is working on a musical album of poetry.
Mad Poets Planner - Week of Jan. 19
In Their Words - an Interview with Alice Wootson
In Their Words is a monthly feature where Steve Delia and Mike Cohen interview poets from the Mad Poets Society and beyond to get their perspective on art, poetry, and life.
A few years ago, Mike and Steve sat down with poet and novelist Alice Wootson to discuss romance novels, poetry, and much more.
Click the picture to watch the first part of their interview. To view the full interview visit Mike Cohen’s YouTube channel. Thanks for watching!
Alice Greenhowe Wootson is a retired teacher and award-winning author of thirteen published novels. She is also a prize-winning poet. She’s a member of the Mad Poets Society, Romance Writers of America and The Authors Guild.
After reading many novels for years, Alice decided to try her hand at writing one. The result was her first novel, a romance. Why write romance novels? Because she likes happy endings. ‘Snowbound with Love’ was that novel. It received many positive reviews. She still receives positive comments about it from readers.
Her last three novels are romantic suspense. Two of them, ‘Border Love’ and ‘Border Danger’, are inspirational romantic suspense novels featuring Border Patrol Agents stationed in Brownsville, Texas on the Texas/Mexican Border. Alice’s fourteenth book, ‘Love Thine Enemy’, is an historical suspense novel set at the height of the Civil War. It is the story of Faith who escapes from slavery and heads north. The release date has not been announced yet.
Alice teaches writing workshops concerning various aspects of the writing process and has presented workshops for The Philadelphia Writers Conference, chapters of Romance Writers of America, The Learning Tree, Abington YMCA, a Wildwood, NJ writing conference and library branches in the Philadelphia and Pittsburgh areas.
Alice is a member of several ministries at her church: Enon Tabernacle Baptist Church in Philadelphia.
She uses any spare time she can find reading, traveling and spending time with her husband, her sons and grandchildren. She is always working on her latest novel.
Steve Delia and Mike Cohen have worked collaboratively and independently as poets and supporters of the arts in the Greater Philadelphia area. Mike Cohen helps to run the Poetry Aloud and Alive series at the Big Blue Marble Bookstore, and has had his fingers in many poetic ventures over the years. Steve Delia is the author of 6 chapbooks of poetry, and has read in a variety of venues, including the Philadelphia Writers Conference and on WXPN. Steve and Mike have also appeared throughout the Philadelphia area as the Dueling Poets.
Mad Poets Planner Week of Jan. 12
POeT SHOTS - Nothing by Antonio Machado
POeT SHOTS is a monthly feature published on the first Monday of the month. It features work by established writers followed by commentary and insight by Ray Greenblatt
POeT SHOTS #3, Series C
NOTHING
So is this magic place to die with us?
I mean that world where memory still holds
the breath of your early life:
the white shadow of first love,
the voice that rose and fell
with your own heart
the hand you’d dreamed of closing in your own . . .
all those beloved burning things
that dawned on us,
lit up the inner sky?
Is this the whole world to vanish when we die,
this life that we made new in our own fashion?
Have the crucibles and anvils of the soul
been working for the dust and the wind?
Remember this is a translation from the Spanish, so the English can only interpret. A new sonnet form? One extended theme. A bleak one at that, or does it suggest that it is enough to have the joy of love—“the white shadow of first love” and “all those beloved burning things" —when we are living, no matter what happens afterwards!
Ray Greenblatt has been a poet for forty years and an English teacher longer than that. He was an editor of General Eclectic, a board member of the Philadelphia Writers Conference, and is presently on the staff of the Schuylkill Valley Journal. He has won the Full Moon Poetry Contest, the Mad Poets Annual Contest, and twice won the Anthony Byrne Annual Contest for Irish Poetry sponsored by The Irish Edition. His poetry has been translated into Gaelic, Polish, Greek and Japanese.
Mad Poets Planner Week of Jan. 5
Mad Poets Planner - Week of Dec. 22-28
The following are the scheduled mad Poets events for the week starting on December 22nd:
December 27, 7:15 PM -- Luray Gross
Poetry Aloud and Alive (Hosted by Mike Cohen and Dave Worrell
Big Blue Marble Book Store
551 Carpenter Lane
Philadelphia, PA 19119
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
Local Lyrics featuring Chris Kaiser
Local Lyrics hosted by Amber Renee appears on the 3rd Monday of each month. In it, Amber features the work and musings of a local poet.
Teacher
By Chris Kaiser
With a grizzled face and flat feet, you punctured my world.
We sipped brandy on your back porch while cursing the Zodiac for its capricious whims.
We punctuated our speech with peerless precision until our brains bled like hemorrhagic suns.
That day, when our brains splattered on the walls and ceilings and down our faces, I watered the garden with my tears.
I wept for my family, yet cocooned, and for yours, long gone.
The horizon floated for hundreds of miles in each direction.
Our feet sparkled as if they got tangled in the live wire that connected the somnambulant community.
You saw my future but couldn't heal the rift.
The knife drawer hung open like the lips of a pubescent boy eyeing cleavage.
We might have had too much to drink that night, or maybe just enough.
You said my virgin birth was a memorable phenomenon, especially when the torrent of dead leaves funneled into a dry rage.
Gravity and history were the only two things keeping me down.
You taught me well, but it was time to move on.
I sliced off your face and planted it in the garden next to the Buddha.
It was like being beaten to death with my own dream.
Q and A
Give us 1 poet you'd want to sit and talk to.
Shakespeare. I don’t believe the mostly illiterate man from Stratford wrote the Shakespeare canon. My research suggests the poet was Edward de Vere, the 17th Earl of Oxford. His biography fits nicely into the events of the plays and sonnets. I remember as an undergrad asking a teacher the meaning of something in a Shakespeare play. She said, “We don’t know. There are lots of things we don’t know about the plays.” I remember being flabbergasted because I just felt that the poet bled his life all over the page, that his plays and poems were directly related to his life experiences. But the academic thinking is that Shakespeare wrote most of his stuff as literary exercises, not necessarily as biographical minutia. I don’t accept that line of reasoning. Right now there is no smoking gun that proves or disproves Shakespeare authorship. The case for de Vere is circumstantial, but the accumulation of evidence is overwhelming from my perspective. So I’d really like to sit and talk with Edward de Vere to hear his story. I feel for any artist who was essentially divorced from his work and erased from history.
Philosophy has a big impact on your work. Are there any specific philosophies or philosophers that inspire your work more than others?
I like the existentialists and the absurdists. Nietzsche, Camus and Sartre are the three biggest influences on my thinking, although Nietzsche really is in a separate category. I’ve always been an atheist, but the belief in a higher power (and thus in meaning) has become even more absurd as I age and experience the injustices and indignities of living. I like to think we are better human beings when we recognize the brutality of nature and accept our role in the community to soften those harsh effects. I like to think that art and poetry can make personal what is in effect highly impersonal.
What about theater? You have a background in theater. Does that affect your work in any way?
I like to tell a story, and I like using dialogue, or at least thinking in dialogue. Often my poetry is like putting together a puzzle, much like directing a play. I have various different parts of a poem scattered about and I have to bring them all together in a way that makes sense. Writing a poem often seems like a hopeless enterprise until I rearrange the various pieces in a way that makes sense. I remember many plays that just seemed like we weren’t going to open, but something magical happens at the last second and it all comes together. My writing seems to mimic that process.
A lot of your work is darkly funny. How important is comedy to you as a writer?
I wish I was funnier than I am. I love to laugh and make people laugh, but my sense of humor doesn’t always come through in my poetry. Probably hanging out too much with Nietzsche, Camus and Sartre.
Where do you think poetry fits into our world?
I wish the reach of poetry were more pervasive than it is in today’s world. It seems that poet laureates are more symbolic than anything else. I think many excellent writers move into TV and movies. When I’m watching a really good TV show or movie, I often hear poetry in the dialogue or monologues. Two recent examples include season one of True Detective and season two of Mr. Robot. There was some stunning writing in those two series. Also, the reach of theatre has diminished as TV and movies have risen in popularity. But there are some playwrights who write beautiful poetic dialogue, such as Sam Shepard, Shakespeare, Tom Stoppard, and Tony Kushner. I often wonder why I write poetry because of its limited effect in our society. But I continue to write because when you hit the mark, it’s a beautiful thing.
If someone was coming out to hear you read, what is one thing you would want them to know about you?
My poetry isn’t always accessible. It doesn’t always follow a traditional narrative form. So be prepared to crease your eyebrows and tilt your head in bewilderment
Chris Kaiser’s poetry is featured in Action Moves People United, a music and spoken word album in partnership with the United Nations. The Sebastopol Center for the Arts in California also awarded him a prize for erotic writing. He is retired from medical writing and has won several awards in journalism. He has written, directed, and performed for the stage. He lives in the suburbs of Philadelphia, PA, USA.
AMBER RENEE, she/her, 26, writes from her home in suburban Bucks County, Pennsylvania. A fool hopelessly in love with the pursuit of psychic knowledge, she often writes autobiographically; though without sacrificing her distinctive off-rhythm canter. 'Thoughts on This Most Recent Episode' was her 2016 full length collection of self-published poetry ruminating on her thoughts & illnesses. Currently she is working on a musical album of poetry.
In Their Words - an Interview with Sibelan Forrester
In Their Words is a monthly feature where Steve Delia and Mike Cohen interview poets from the Mad Poets Society and beyond to get their perspective on art, life and poetry.
On July 25th, 2019 Steve and Mike sat down with poet, dancer, singer, and professor of Russian literature Sibelan Forrester. In the first part of the interview, Sibelan talks about the influence of Russian poetry on her own work, as well as the importance of desire and honesty in writing.
Click here to see Part 1 of the interview. For the full interview in 4 parts, visit Mike Cohen’s Youtube channel.
Sibelan Forrester is a poet and translator who has published renditions of fiction, poetry, scholarly prose and songs from Croatian, Russian and Serbian. She hosts the Mad Poets Society's First Wednesday reading series at the Community Arts Center in Wallingford, PA. Her book, /Second-Hand Fates/, was published in 2016. In her day job she is professor of Russian language and literature at Swarthmore College.
Steve Delia and Mike Cohen have worked collaboratively and independently as poets and supporters of the arts in the Greater Philadelphia area. Mike Cohen helps to run the Poetry Aloud and Alive series at the Big Blue Marble Bookstore, and has had his fingers in many poetic ventures over the years. Steve Delia is the author of 6 chapbooks of poetry, and has read in a variety of venues, including the Philadelphia Writers Conference and on WXPN. Steve and Mike have also appeared throughout the Philadelphia area as the Dueling Poets.
Mad Poets Planner - Week of 12/8
Giving Tuesday!
POeT SHOTS - Columbarium by David Moolten
POeT SHOTS is a monthly feature published on the first Monday of the month. It features work by established writers followed by commentary and insight by Ray Greenblatt
POeT SHOTS #2, Series C
COLUMBARIUM
Legend says doves saved the Altneu synagogue
In Prague in 1558, really
Angels in disguise who hovered cooing
Along the roof while the ghetto burned.
You can imagine the faint creak as their wings fanned
The flames away from Europe’s oldest shul
The obdurate roost of tradition
After each purge, but not why children
Never felt the same blessed shuddering
When the Germans stoked their kilns in Terezin.
The ancient poor called themselves lucky
In Rome to have if not an ornate tomb
For the body then a small hole in the wall
For its residue in a row of such holes,
In a stack of such rows, like the better off
For their birds. In 1944 those children
Not yet ash stood as in a fire line and passed
Box after box from the shed with the arched doors
And tired brick, a spur track to the river,
The Russian tanks getting close. Perhaps
There never was a way to contain such truth.
Though as they scattered handfuls of gray silt
To cloud and clot the current they must
Have fluttered a little, carried in the wind
As when a flock is released and wheels
With calm restraint over a city’s spires and eaves
Before returning to its niches. The humble
In the ancient temple sacrificed pigeons
Instead of lambs on the altar, all
They could afford for their burnt offering,
Their holocaust, Greek from Hebrew, the word olah
Meaning that which goes up. Perhaps when you stand
In the synagogue on a Friday night
Once the crowds disperse, listening to the past
Quietly murmured in a dead language
You are that small opening, that repository
Of memory, which is its own homing
Crossing the impossible distance like a dove.
A columbarium is a room where funeral urns are stored. This poem traces centuries of Jewish hardship culminating in the most devastating event that could befall anyone. These strong lines strike nerves and reverberate: “The obdurate roost of tradition.” “To cloud and clot the current they must/have fluttered a little.” “Once the crowds disperse, listening to the past/quietly murmured in a dead language/you are the small opening, that repository/of memory.” Dust becomes birds becomes soul becomes, perhaps, hope.
Ray Greenblatt has been a poet for forty years and an English teacher longer than that. He was an editor of General Eclectic, a board member of the Philadelphia Writers Conference, and is presently on the staff of the Schuylkill Valley Journal. He has won the Full Moon Poetry Contest, the Mad Poets Annual Contest, and twice won the Anthony Byrne Annual Contest for Irish Poetry sponsored by The Irish Edition. His poetry has been translated into Gaelic, Polish, Greek and Japanese.
Mad Poets Planner, Week of 12/1
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Local Lyrics featuring James Feichthaler
Local Lyrics hosted by Amber Renee appears on the 3rd Monday of each month. In it, Amber features the work and musings of a local poet.
“Give me a cold can of beer, the jukebox playing loudly on a Friday night, and an old toothless couple arguing over the tab, and therein lies poetry... ”
Don’t cry over spilt beer by James Feichthaler
My Pabst Blue Ribbon spills out on the table
And runs a little while, until it slows
And oozes toward the corners of a mat,
Which I soak up with napkins. How life flows
Is not dissimilar from this, in that
We slow down when we're forced to, or we're able,
Under the spell of long commutes and days
That keep us looking down at blinking phones,
From phones to roads, to phones then back again,
While random texts distract us from our plans
Of getting out alive while we still can;
Of starting over, moving on by choice
And not by way of circumstantial severing,
Knowing full well that 'how' we'll leave means everything.
Q&A...
1. Give us one poet, dead or alive, you'd want to get together & spill a couple beers with.
Bukowski. We'd both be spilling beers accidentally, then pouring out 40s purposely for the dead poetry critics who gave us nothing but snobbery and muck through the centuries. We'd probably toast a few old friends too, then come to fisticuffs over who has the better last name.
2. Listening to anything lately that's been speaking to your soul, musically?
Of late (back in summer that is), it's been Nas' "Lost Tapes 2." Super-hyped that a new Gang Starr album is out, which I've heard a few tracks off and can't wait to cop in full. Elliott Smith is always my go-to; dude's a poet on wax. Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Beatles, and way too many hip-hop artists to name. Depends on my mood really.
3. Let's get broad: Where do you think poetry fits in the world?
'Everywhere' would, in short, be my answer. Poetry shouldn't adhere to any one society of thinking or rule of excellence; it's the word, alive on the page; the poet penning verses while the world is crashing down around him/her like a meteor shower. Poetry serves those best who don't give one fig for fitting in anywhere. Give me a cold can of beer, the jukebox playing loudly on a Friday night, and an old toothless couple arguing over the tab, and therein lies poetry; or on the flipside, let my eyes gaze on the bluest ocean, with gulls bobbing up and down on the waves, and a sunset that takes its color from every shade of red imaginable, and whatever the moment whispers to me will be enough. Poetry fits into this world because it is this world; it's the truest reflection of the human experience conveyed through words. How cool is that?
4. Okay, your adoring fans are listening: What do you want the people to know about you?
I once challenged Shakespeare to a rap battle in a dream...he won of course. When I read poetry in public, the temperature of the room must be exactly 70 degrees Fahrenheit and a bowl of Wawa hoagies must be present, with all the meat and vegetables taken out so that the rolls remain like empty husks of yeasty goodness. I write poetry i write poetry i write poetry. A book or 5 is on the way. I also rap. Check out this guy Taliesin aka Big Tal if you like hip-hop; I heard he's pretty good.
James Feichthaler's poetry has appeared in print and online journals in both the US and UK, most recently in Toho Journal and E-Verse Radio. The self-proclaimed 'forrealist poet' is the host of The Dead Bards of Philadelphia, a poetry reading series that occurs every 4th Thursday of the month at The Venice Island Performing Arts Center in Manayunk, PA. You can follow James on Twitter @forrealist_poet and find The Dead Bards of Philadelphia on Instagram and Facebook.
AMBER RENEE, she/her, 26, writes from her home in suburban Bucks County, Pennsylvania. A fool hopelessly in love with the pursuit of psychic knowledge, she often writes autobiographically; though without sacrificing her distinctive off-rhythm canter. 'Thoughts on This Most Recent Episode' was her 2016 full length collection of self-published poetry ruminating on her thoughts & illnesses. Currently she is working on a musical album of poetry.
Mad Poets Planner - Week of 11/17
Mad Poets Planner - Week of 11/10
POeT SHOTS
POeT SHOTS is a monthly feature published on the first Monday of the month. It features work by established writers followed by commentary and insight by Ray Greenblatt
POeT SHOTS #1, Series C
PLUNDER by A.R. Ammons
I have appropriated the windy twittering of aspen leaves
into language, stealing something from reality like a
silverness: drop-scapes of ice from peak sheers:
much of the rise in brooks over slow-roiled glacial stones:
the loop of reeds over the shallow’s edge when birds
feed on the rafts of algae: I have taken right out of the
air the clear streaks of bird music and held them in my
head like shafts of sculptured glint: I have sent language
through the mud roils of a raccoon’s paws like a net,
netting the roils: made my own use of a downwind’s
urgency on a downward stream: held with a large scape
of numbness the black distance upstream to the mountains
flashing and bursting: meanwhile everything else, frog,
fish, bear, gnat has turned in its provinces and made off
with its uses: my mind’s indicted by all I’ve taken.
A poet’s poem—it sings symphonically! Fresh language: “drop-scapes of ice from peak sheers,” “shifts of sculptured glint,” “mud roils of a raccoon’s paws.” Just chew and slosh around those phrases in your mouth—best tasting dark chocolate! The many continual colons allow the poem to roll on like a mighty river. A sequence like ”frog, fish, bear, gnat” underscores the power of our English language to use its many monosyllabic words.
Ray Greenblatt has been a poet for forty years and an English teacher longer than that. He was an editor of General Eclectic, a board member of the Philadelphia Writers Conference, and is presently on the staff of the Schuylkill Valley Journal. He has won the Full Moon Poetry Contest, the Mad Poets Annual Contest, and twice won the Anthony Byrne Annual Contest for Irish Poetry sponsored by The Irish Edition. His poetry has been translated into Gaelic, Polish, Greek and Japanese.
It's Baaaack!
After several dormant years, the Mad Poets Blog is making a return. Welcome both to those of you who enjoyed the blog before, and to those of you visiting the blog for the first time. We aim to make this blog a place where you can get information about The Mad Poets Society, see work by local and established poets, and find inspiration for poets and enjoyers of poetry alike.
Here’s what to expect from the blog in November:
Mad Poets Planner - A weekly (every Friday) post that brings you information about the Mad Poets events, coming up in the following week.
POeT SHOTS - Poems by established writers accompanied by commentary from Ray Greenblatt - Nov. 4th.
A monthly feature of work by local poets curated by Amber Renee - Nov. 17th
Starting in December: Video of interviews with local writers conducted by Mike Cohen and Steve Delia
To your right is the Planner for the week starting on Sunday, November 3rd. Be sure to subscribe to get emails about the newest content we post!
