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National Poetry Month Day 7: “Cafe Space” by James Hoch
Café Space Here comes backwash from apocalypse gamey as last night’s monastery potluck. Did you have the goat bleating from the roof of a floating house, its song as old as warning?
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Lit-Link Round-up
Grub Street’s Christopher Castellani’s All This Talk of Love receives a glowing one from the NYTimes. How friendship forms writers: Emily Rapp’s “How I Became the Woman I Am Today.” Josh Mohr is one of our best, and this HTML…
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Bad Golf for a Good Cause
826LA presents Mini Golf for Cheaters, a tournament of unfair advantages on Astroturf! If you ever wanted to knock a classy game down a few pegs while supporting one of the best nonprofits along the way, then this event is…
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Links I Like
I went through a pretty big Bob Dylan phase. Actually, I never got out of it. It started with Freewheelin and Bringing It All Back Home. Then I liked Another Side of Bob Dylan and Highway 61 Revisited. When I…
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Notable Los Angeles: 4/6-4/12
It’s National Poetry Month, which means you can expect some cooler-than-normal poetry events taking place all over the Los Angeles area! Saturday 4/6: Marisa Silver in conversation with David Ulin about her novel Mary Coin. Free. 5 p.m. at Skylight…
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National Poetry Month Day 6: “Swim Lesson No. 3” by Wendy Willis
Swim Lesson No. 3 Syracuse, New York June 2012 I can’t find my bearings in this landlocked country, riverless and briny. Not waterless exactly but curveless and motionless, a chlorophyll kingdom. A viney
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abu ghraib arias by Phil Metres
Virginia Konchan reviews Phil Metres’ abu ghraib arias today in Rumpus Poetry.
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Nabil Nahas is Painting With Starfish
Ranging widely from densely textured works on canvas formed with layers of an acrylic and pumice mixture on top of silicon molds to abstract representations of the native olive and cedar trees of Lebanon, Nahas’s work consistently oscillates between many…
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National Poetry Month Day 5: “Tar Baby” by Amaud Jamaul Johnson
Tar Baby Given that Tartarus stands undisputed As the very bottom of Hell, where even The bones of the damned are scattered By Hector’s dogs and the Gorgons weep Blood into its veined marble floor, Then maybe our mascot is…
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The Last Book I Loved: Slouching Towards Bethlehem
Slouching Towards Bethlehem isn’t just a collection for hopeful writers or even for people who are young and unmoored. It’s for all people who have lost their sense of place
