Some performances were long. We raged past the show and burrowed furiously into the night. Other performances were lonely and quiet, intimate, with soft conversation and relaxed acceptance of letting the flow be. On the last night, our voices rose and fell in play with one another, harmonizing at their own accord to the perfect pitches, intervals, frequencies. Continue reading Literary Creatures: Philly Fringe Festival 2018
Typewriter Poetry at the Paperback Poetry Festival Today, I’ll be setting up with my typewriter, gifting strangers and friends Free Poetry at the Paperback Poetry Festival. The Sankofa House 906 South 49th St 4PM – 9PM I’ll also have the latest Tiny Epiphany books and zines, including special Limited Edition hardcovers and regular paperbacks. The sun’s out, there’s a breeze in the air, and today … Continue reading Paperback Poetry Festival
Often we see books as signs of civilization. I take in their tree trunk roots and inked spines and think only of the sky: (books belong in the wild) Continue reading Old Habits Die Hard: Replacing Free Poetry with Free Books
It starts and it ends like this. Recall the moment. Insert something mundane, play with contrast until vibrant. What is forgotten is just as important as what’s remembered—and there it is. There, among quiet Hare Krishnas who are waiting for scavengers like us to take flight with our tupperware full of free leftover vegetarian food—there we are, still firmly planted and caught up in conversation, the night a time without stars only lights a bright porch beaming down on us from the second story staircase—there is where a poetry we often name neurosis gives everything a terrifying idyllic trim and your words, a felt glow, strike me like deja vu, words grasping at the mind’s edges like kindling flame, a series of click click BOOM—
This was the year music
was revealed to me. I don’t
know if it’s possible
to live off Free Poetry.