Thursday, July 02, 2015

Amethyst Arsenic Now Open to Submission

After a near-year long hiatus, Samantha Milowsky's online literary journal Amethyst Arsenic is now open for submissions for the Fall 2015 issue, which will be edited by Nicole Rollender and Jennifer Jackson Berry. Read the most recent issue of the journal and consider sending your work.

The 2015 Summer Issue of Fox Chase Review is Up (more David P. Miller!)

The Summer Issue of Wilderness House Literary Review is Up

Volume 10, Issue 3 has a boatload of work, including from some poets I know. Read work by David P. Miller, g. emil reutter, Carolyn Gregory, Shannon O’Connor and a host of others by clicking here.

The Summer 2015 Issue of Beltway Poetry is Now Available!

Beltway Poetry Quarterly is proud to announced the publication of the Translation Issue, co-sponsored with the DC Area Literary Translators (DC-ALT).

Volume 16:3 is a wonderful and varied collection of poems from around the world translated by authors from DC, MD and VA. Guest edited by Nancy Naomi Carlson, Katherine E. Young, and Suzanne Zweizig, the issue features poems in their original Burmese, Bulgarian, Faroese, French, Frisian, German, Hebrew, Latin, Mandarin, Polish, Russian, Spanish, and Vietnamese, alongside the translations. Twenty-five translators are featured: Nancy Arbuthnot, Ned Balbo, Rick Black, Keith Cohen, Jona Colson, Christina Daub, Patricia Davis, Patricia Bejarano Fisher, Barbara Goldberg, John Guzlowski, Rod Jellema, Holly Karapetkova, David Keplinger, Danuta E. Kosk-Kosicka, Julia Leverone, Saundra Rose Maley, Yvette Neisser Moreno, Elizavietta Ritchie, Deborah Sobeloff, SanSan Tin, Sergio Waisman, Ting Wang, Randi Ward, Ryan Wilson, and Burgi Zenhaeusern.

To download an issue, visit their website.


Liza Zayas on The IndepenDANCE!

Read Liza Zayas' The Underground Garden in Oddball Magazine to find out about the IndepenDANCE event this Saturday July fourth.

One Thing Before The Fourth

As the title of James' piece suggests, this poem was written for (and recited on) Memorial Day, but I find it appropriate to publish here just before the Fourth festivities begin. Read "A Memorial Day Poem for Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl" today over at James Van Looy's poem column It's All One Thing in Oddball Magazine.

Andrew Borne Back in Oddball Next Week (I hope)

Damn, Andrew, get back in the game already!

Like the New Look?

I will hopefully improve on the banner. For now, a picture of me and Timothy Gager from our Poetry: The Art of Words reading last year will suffice.

I just had to get rid of the black background and white text. It was just too much of an eyesore. Especially to my own aging eyes.

Always Hiring

Saw this at Dunkin' Donuts.

Shift leader. Opener.

Afternoon and night shift.

Knowing Dunkin' Donuts, this is all for the same position.

And the new hire is going to work alone, start immediately and be docked five minutes late after they puts on their uniform.

Freaking Overcast

Tried to catch some pictures of the clouds last night while hoping I wouldn't get drenched walking from Kenmore Copley.

Wednesday, July 01, 2015

July 6: Colin Killick at Stone Soup Poetry

We are continuing our summer of fun at Stone Soup Poetry, which is our first summer at the Out of The Blue Art Gallery in its new location. It could be our last summer there, so please come and lend your support. Consider buying a piece of artwork or other merchandise if you have money. But most of all be in the audience as we welcome Colin Killick to the mic. He has new work to share with you, and you want to hear it.

Stone Soup Croutons, 6/29/15

This third installment of Stone Soup Croutons comes a bit late due to a variety of reasons too absurd to mention. The piece was finished before I left Monday night, I just didn't have the time to type it in with just a few minor edits. As always, the poem below is taken from bits and pieces of Stone Soup Poetry's open mic this past Monday. Apologies for the intro being longer than I expected.

This week we had my friend and mentor Ron Goba feature, which is always exciting. I utilized almost everyone on the open mic. Jason reads stuff I've read already from last week's Oddball Magazine, so that feels like cheating. James Van Looy goes on after me to end the night. A couple of others I wasn't able to hear their work due to behind-the-scenes stuff. I feel bad that I haven't borrowed from Jonathan J. Joseph for the second or third week in a row.

I didn't bother borrowing from Ron's poems partly because I was so busy recording large parts of his feature. Also, I'm a little closer to Ron's work than others, so I want to pen a more detailed and specific response to his reading which may or may not make its way to this blog or elsewhere.

The only other thing about week is that this poem had a weird start. Lee Varon, who starts the open mic most weeks at Stone Soup, has been reading poems from her newest series called "Letters to a Pedophile." Last week, I lifted from her work and the poem ended up not being too dark. This week, the first stanza kind of took over the rest of the exercise.

Stone Soup Croutons, 6/29/15

Man takes drink from fountain
fifty-one yards away from
nearest school playground.

Another manifesto
festers unsent to world

film misogynoir screenplay

Two trains crossing past
your stationary car
 x amount of MPH.
How long before
anyone cares you're here.

Static enough to transfer
NPR into Japanese
you never studied.

Where is my philanthropist
you wonder. 

My mother died too.
I feel things too I think.

What if I don't want to be
a work in progress?
Why can't one just be done?

You've not shed even
a single receipt
of what should be
your old life.

A robot made with 1970's
TV technology
could move through life better
unless you were the human inside
flailing around

teaching your little sister no
in the worst way possible.

If you fake your death
will anyone try to prove you wrong
or right?

Bathe in vinegar,
finger prints still dirtied
and there.

You faked lameness enough
they came for your legs with hammers.

Blame eugenics
when it was just
ur genetics.

Is this a poem about your death,
and if not, can anyone help?

Special thanks to Lee Varon, Sarah Vickery, David Miller, M.P. Carver, Tom Daley, Surat Lozowick, Erik Nelson, Martha Boss, Joseph Capehart, Colin Killick, Mary Honaker, and everyone else in attendance who read or just listened.

Hemingway and Mel Waldman

Mel Waldman never met Ernest Hemingway, but he apparently had a dream about him and now feels comfortable enough to call him "Papa."

Check out Mel Waldman's poem "My Therapy Session With Hemingway" with photography by Allison Goldin at Oddball Magazine.


Oddball is Off and Running

Anda Volley's New Album is Out

Click to purchase Anda Volley's new album Are You Armed? on Bandcamp.

A+ for Effort

Remember that dog walker's add  I showed you a while back? I saw her ad again. I think the first time was in Cambridge. This time, it was the other side of the river in Jamaica Plain. This person gets around. Here's what I saw coming down Green Street.

Could that possibly be...?

It is!
Not only is she hardworking, she's also diversifying her ads. I caught this one on Centre Street near the bus stop.

Seriously, are people hiring her yet? It's your loss if you don't, dog owners.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Jagged Thoughts is Back in Oddball Magazine

Click and read "93 till Infinity."

Bring on The Poetry

Time for Oddball Magazine readers to get acquainted with Kenyatta Jen-Paul Garcia. And you can get reacquainted  with photographer Allison Goldin.  Just click here.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Prabakar Thyagarajan Will be at Stone Soup

Ron Goba reading and Prabakar on the open mic? Sign me up.

I wish I had copies of this chapbook on hand.

Happy Birthday, James Caroline

The last time I had you at Stone Soup, MySpace was still a thing.

This should be rectified. Soon.

Boston Poetry Marathon 2015

Looks like I'm a part of it again, which will be fun.

I go up to the mic on Saturday, August 15, day two out of the three day festival. Read the schedule via the link above for more complete information.

Thanks again to Jim Behrle and co.

Odd(s) Coincidence

I posted this weeks before the Supreme Court ruling on gay marriage. Nothing to do with the topic. Just (late) marriage in general. Just a funny coincidence if only to me. Check out Bill Harvey's comic "The Odds" at Oddball Magazine.

Annoying Thoughts: The More Things Change, The More You Never Were

Above is a photo of a former location of a famous local seafood chain in the Prudential Center. It was one of many for a couple of decades, but it's gone now, lost to "BIG CHANGES" due to the shopping center's construction. It looks like it will set up a new location elsewhere in the shopping center, but not for a year.

I left that hell hole (good food, bad work environment) years before they improved their staff dress code and renovated the space. I would always stop in every Christmas Eve to pick up a gallon or two of chowder for my family and say hi to one of the few people I cared about who still worked there years later. It was always great to see her and catch up. We always made plans to hang out that never materialized. That's what happens when one person has a 9 to 5 job and the other works most nights.

She herself put decades into working for that restaurant, which was regarded as the flagship (at least that's what was said quietly to those of us who worked there, preferring to refer to one of the newer, non-mall locations as the flagship). This winter, before the restaurant closed its doors, my friend chose to retire, not caring to scrounge for money and wait for them to place her in another restaurant, which is what happens when their restaurants go under or close for renovations, planned or unplanned.

For weeks after 9/11, I made next to no money there as a waiter (hard to lure your customers back then when residing in a mall joined to a large building is part of your decor). It wasn't until after I left and got a 9 to 5 gig that I found out that waitstaff could collect unemployment to compensate financial issues like this. No one in management, who knew we were going broke, said a thing or gave us any advice. That we were disposable was never in question.

When I worked there, I used to hear a story about two waitresses who were with the company almost from the beginning. At one point the owner(s?) sent them on a boat cruise. My friend didn't work as long as them, but it's safe to say she was in the trenches longer than 90% of their entire work force at least. I doubt they even bought her a going away present.

Getting back to the top photo, what makes me a little sad is that if my friend ever comes back to visit, she won't be able to visit the old place to have a bite or just say hi. As much as I hated working at that restaurant towards the end, I still went back to buy chowder or even have dinner with my girlfriend on a special night. It wasn't because I got comped meals or any other kind of discount. Believe me, I did not.

Maybe it was even nice to think that I was some infinitesimal small part in a place's history. It was a substantial chapter in my early life even if I don't like remembering it much. But today even successful modern businesses come and go so frequently, almost wiping away memories of everyone's hard work.

There were a lot of people who were struggling for work after this chain store closed. A couple worked there for almost two decades as barbacks and bussers. Hopefully by now, the majority are all set (you don't keep a job that long by being bad at it). Still, I would hate it if any of them walked by what I photographed, looked and wondered, even for a second, if it was all for nothing.

This Just In

My poems "Hulk Hogan Jesus" and "WCW (squared)" were just accepted for the professional wrestling anthology Working Stiff. It should be out in the fall of 2015.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Weekend Highlight (before it even started)

When you get to a poetry reading late, and a friend is there with your book in hand ready to read a poem from it on the open mic, you can't help but have that good feeling stay with you well into the next day.

Happy Belated Birthday, Samantha Milowsky

  Been thinking of her.  Especially since her journal, Amethyst Arsenic, is returning to a regular publishing schedule.

Friday, June 26, 2015

New Poetry Book by David R. Surette

Moon Pie Press is pleased to announce the release of a new collection of poems, STABLE, by David R. Surette of South Easton, Massachusetts.  This wonderful book, built around the theme of animals, is David's fifth collection of poetry.  It is available on our website. 

Ron Goba Reads at Stone Soup Poetry This Monday

Congratulations, Prof!

Wish Chris Everson of JP Lime well as he documents the next big move in his life. Read the first of his "Groom's Perspective" pieces starting here in this week's Twist of Lime column in Oddball Magazine.

Happy Anniversary

It is now officially one year ago since this happened.

It only occurred to me recently that I should probably do an update photo.

Gift From an Old Friend

James Conant, the artist who did the cover for my book (among many, many other things), sent me this new shelf-friend a while back. It was lost in the mail for a couple of months, but eventually it was found again.

James has been sending me these for years. I make note of it today because it looks like I'll have something else from him in the mail when I go home today. I will try to be more timely in posting it.

My Girlfriend's Daughter's Art is Getting Better

These are just doodles on a notepad from a couple of days ago.

I hope she gets to do more of this in Boston Latin next year.