SUPERMACHINE

Friday, Feb 26

2010-02-19T02:06:34Z

Snow or shine, this event is still on! "fuck the winter let's party" -the strokes (2007)

Spirit Gift #1

2010-02-12T01:18:31Z

Free handouts at future readings...Shonni Enelow is the first in our frivolous line of small chap length poems. Free! Rumor has it she will be reading this on Saturday! Oh la la.

Totes Amazeballs USA

2010-02-07T04:45:57Z

For sale now! Our brand new four-pass screenprinted tote bag. In case you aren't totally sold, the green ghost cats glow in the dark. Ambitious design = limited quantities (sigh). We're selling for $12 dollars. All proceeds fund the first issue! DESIGN BY SARAH EVERTON!

Let's Make a Party!

2010-02-04T04:55:32Z

First breaths of 2010

2010-01-23T22:00:51Z

Friday, January 22, 2010

2010-01-16T16:15:31Z

flyer by Ashley May

Beckman <> Foust

2009-12-29T23:34:48Z

All photos copyright Chris Franko.

Australia too, is far away

2009-12-22T04:05:54Z

I'm gettin the jump on my new years resolution by startin NOW. What is it?

1) Unrelated to poetry

2) related to my struggle to "grow up"

and here are some unrelated though beautiful lines of poetry from my new friend Christie Ann Reynolds who just gave me a copy of her chapbook Idiot Heart:

We enter an experimental cathedral.

Our steps an organ-press.

I will offer my hair to the clergymen and dangle

Between their thighs. A child bell.

An invisible kaboom of church making.

You won't mind my tremble. My curtsy

And lip speak.

I pull the world down.

I own a field and bomb it up with bullets.

It is our cathedral and in it,

I am a burning wing.

An earth weapon

The sky discarded.

This poem has already been published in Barrelhouse Issue 6 but in case you missed it here it is again!

2009-12-17T01:20:15Z

from Philadelphia

by Laura Solomon

hey how are you?
I’m sorry we got cut
off the last time
I’m pretty sure
now that I’m coming home
what are your plans?
are you going to Philadelphia?
do you need a roommate?
do you know of a job?
how can he let me go?
I’m heartbroken Dottie
it will be better when I
get home probably
at any rate the only
way it will work will be
if he decides to come to me
then I will know he knows
though I’m not sure
that he’s going to come
all along I guess
I’ve just been wrong
but no I haven’t
Dottie I can’t wait to see
your face and laugh with you
I think that’s one of the few
things that will comfort me

*

hello! I am at work
right now and can’t
write for long I guess
there are many details
to tell and everything
to comfort yourself try
to remember yourself
before him try to
remember that person before she
got wrapped up in all of these
thoughts and feelings
remember that you are there
with no other friends
and that although you do
deeply love him
it must be intensified
by the only other
option which is absolute
loneliness
because you are
in a strange land that you will
simply never truly
feel at home in
because you are American
at least that is what I think
and that could be wrong
of course and I am
in no way trying
to belittle your love
I am trying to give you
strength so that you can
leave without feeling
like he is your only
chance at love
because he isn’t because
no one is
or because someone is and this
unknowable or yet
unknowable person
is not him now
or maybe it is and if he is
the great unknowable
then he will come
to America he just will
and you know that too
write back and love you
your new roommate for a while
Dottie

(republished with permission of the author)

Have you ever witnessed a shouting match at a poetry reading? And weren't you simply embarassed for everyone involved?

2009-12-15T05:19:28Z

tsk tsk

yawn