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Wednesday: Kurt Anderson discusses True Believers at BookCourt, 7pm
Literary Events in New York This Week
Monday: Fluxblog Live: 10 Years of Perfect Tunes with Rob Sheffield, Emily Gould, Mark Richardson, Dick Valentine of Electric Six, and more at Housing Works Bookstore, 7pm Thursday: Vol. 1 Brooklyn presents The Greatest 3-Minute Punk Stories Part 2 w/more…
Literary Events in New York This Week
Tuesday: Leaping Tall Buildings: Neal Adams, Denny O’Neil, Christopher Irving, and Seth Kusner Talk Comics at Housing Works Bookstore, 7pm Saturday and Sunday: The 2nd Annual New York Poetry Festival Sunday: InDigest at the Poetry Fest
Three Poems by Rebecca Porte
You claim some golden age is upon us When you need me most, I am quicksilver, mad as a hatter, falling with the Perseids. We enter the hungry atmosphere of the planet, so many white scars of evening, pass throughmore…
Two Poems by Andrew Booth
The Game Show For her birthday, I got Emily a ticket to this game show called PuddingPool! where contestants swim in a large pool of chocolate pudding & search for a golden vibraphone. I could only get one ticket. Themore…
Two Poems by Matthew Guenette
Televised Sport You’re standing at a dark podium. The auditorium (more like a stadium) is packed. There’s a book light but its switches are twitchy as flies. All you get are blue wisps of smoke and a stuttering glow. Yourmore…
A Poem by Amber Tamblyn
HEAD LOCK HEART CHOKE For H.L. Let’s pretend we’ve fidgeted with the water to Wormwood ratio of our bodily fluids and now our eyes are foggy old-fashioned quilts. We are patched up blathering coo talk, saying things like: “Trust me,more…
Gas Head Tells All
Q: Tell me, Gas Head, do you cry? A: If you mean do I produce saline tears, then no. I weep a concentrated solution of gasoline and mucus that’s closer to Napalm, so I’ve learned to keep it all in…Imore…
Two Poems by Sampson Starkweather
from La La La who knew something so broken could keep breaking is it impetus or impotence of dreams see I’m a star collapsing a new degree of black I think I left the burner on I admit it Imore…
The Salt Collector
Six months after Dillon traded west coast for east, after his wife and father had gone, after the summer ended and continued to end, after he bought a beachfront house in Brigantine and filled every empty room with furniture thatmore…
Two Poems by Anne Cecelia Holmes
In Our Heads I Place a Bet Getting older is how I think about you when I stop thinking about myself. When you drag out the snow plow there’s a glint all around like maybe you’ve stopped moving, maybe it’smore…
