I'm excited to announce that I'll be reading in Topeka Kansas at the start of Poetry Month! Dennis Etzel and Kevin Rabas have put together quite a nice reading series at Lola's Cafe. I've been fortunate enough to be able to attend several of the Fall's events and I'm looking forward to the Spring lineup as well. Please join me in April or say hello at one of the other scheduled readings!
Top City Spring 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009: George Paris, K.L. Barron, and Raylene Hinz-Penner
Saturday, March 7, 2009: Tim Volpert, with special guests from UMKC: Piper Abernathy, Philip Estes, and Katie Galvin Clark
Saturday, April 4, 2009: Megan Kaminski, Amy Unsworth, and Serina Allison Hearn
Saturday, May 9, 2009: Jim McCrary and Judith Roitman
All readings are at Lola's in Topeka, Kansas (10th and Gage) and begin at 7:07--seven minutes after seven.
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Thinking of Korea
Yesterday, the word. Korea looms on the horizon,
perhaps a destination, perhaps the place that separates
us. This land of pagodas and pools and many, many
people living knee to knee I can only imagine in snippets,
noodles and neon bustle companion to temples and
deep green forest trails. I hesitate, better together
than apart, no matter how far the destination.
And on yesterday, too word of another poet's death,
W. D. Snodgrass, whose delightful "Heart's Needle"
helped bring me to a life of poetry. Another candle
burns out, the afterimage remains when I close my eyes.
perhaps a destination, perhaps the place that separates
us. This land of pagodas and pools and many, many
people living knee to knee I can only imagine in snippets,
noodles and neon bustle companion to temples and
deep green forest trails. I hesitate, better together
than apart, no matter how far the destination.
And on yesterday, too word of another poet's death,
W. D. Snodgrass, whose delightful "Heart's Needle"
helped bring me to a life of poetry. Another candle
burns out, the afterimage remains when I close my eyes.
January 3rd
and the day filled with melody
fingers on the keyboard
notes rising in the glint of afternoon
the murmur of conversation
punctuated by laughter and
the protests of a baby awakened
too soon from sleep.
fingers on the keyboard
notes rising in the glint of afternoon
the murmur of conversation
punctuated by laughter and
the protests of a baby awakened
too soon from sleep.
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