Dear friends,
Please come out to The Waypost (3120 N. Williams Ave., PDX) Saturday, May 21st for a smashing night of poetry. Local poet Zachary Schomburg will read with Coloradans Erik Anderson and Richard Froude, in town for one night only. Come out and support the arts!
Food, beer, wine and espresso all available at The Waypost.
Festivities begin at 7.30pm.
Hope to see you there!
Wishes,
Smorg
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Zachary Schomburg is the author of Scary, No Scary (Black Ocean 2009) and The Man Suit (Black Ocean 2007). He co-edits Octopus Books and Octopus Magazine. He lives in Portland, OR.
Richard Froude was born in London, grew up in Bristol and moved to the US in 2002. He is most recently the author of FABRIC, published by Horse Less Press. New writing can be found in Birkensnake, Witness, and forthcoming in Slack Lust. He lives in Denver, Colorado.
Erik Anderson's The Poetics of Trespass was published by Otis Books/Seismicity Editions in 2010. He teaches in the low-residency MFA program at Naropa University and, with Richard Froude and Anne Waldman, co-edits the magazine Thuggery & Grace.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Writing from Frey, Wayne and Maziar
from SORROW ARROW
The second to last train stop overlooks a metal yard
A lot of people are eating
In the movie we're graceful, less monotonous
We're not bunched up against the present
The sign at the church says heaven's got an edge
I don't want my donut
There's that picture book about the steam shovel that keeps digging
Old-fashioned nostalgia for a machine that works
My zone opens
I'll keep several appointments with a gaping zone
Then lob my machines into the cold, swollen river
Emily Kendal Frey
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Poem
sounds like we’re stopping a party along its glitter track
this transcriptionist is bird shaped
behind a door of neon-like light
a cabinet of speech
it’s my new dress
patterned as a beast might
the heat comes on, the roof is a reserve
we work our way into the archive
and the particular paper adheres
to a green glow, purple text with silver thread
I walk a small circumference
where the city starts to reopen
dry notes rain down with the cottonwood
Phoebe Wayne
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Magick
Come where you can hear
the traffic light change
from lime to carmine
so small
disentangle me
fly me away
what you say
many moonlit times
Paul Maziar
The second to last train stop overlooks a metal yard
A lot of people are eating
In the movie we're graceful, less monotonous
We're not bunched up against the present
The sign at the church says heaven's got an edge
I don't want my donut
There's that picture book about the steam shovel that keeps digging
Old-fashioned nostalgia for a machine that works
My zone opens
I'll keep several appointments with a gaping zone
Then lob my machines into the cold, swollen river
Emily Kendal Frey
-------
Poem
sounds like we’re stopping a party along its glitter track
this transcriptionist is bird shaped
behind a door of neon-like light
a cabinet of speech
it’s my new dress
patterned as a beast might
the heat comes on, the roof is a reserve
we work our way into the archive
and the particular paper adheres
to a green glow, purple text with silver thread
I walk a small circumference
where the city starts to reopen
dry notes rain down with the cottonwood
Phoebe Wayne
--------
Magick
Come where you can hear
the traffic light change
from lime to carmine
so small
disentangle me
fly me away
what you say
many moonlit times
Paul Maziar
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