Monday, February 24, 2014

shelly & abe's awp TREE reading / get yr ass out the book fair (or bar) & come join us on sat afternoon / random tree location tba

  • under such a thing as a tree: tba
  • talkin off site? talkin nigh not up a tree! altho i may shimmy up and confetti bucolic mewling on down!

    this, dear friends, is the third at random ad hoc what the hellll annual arboreal warble brought to you by friends to every weepin willow that ever was, smithy & co.

    first year shelly taylor & i froze pretty well out under a mossy ol inverted octopus of a tree. it mightcould have been that the resplendent ol christopher deweese unleashed a ditty there too...

    last year adrian kien moi michael shea et al turned the snows to.. well.. the snows seemed a little unimpressed but i tell you this: strangers were healed or heeled their hounds: & somewhere a statue of emerson did a lil 'involuntary perception' grinny grin grin..

    jeepers this year i shorely hope ye'll join us: each year we get a few more gentlefolks to step outside the book faire zombie shuffle: let this be yr year: art thou a purl in a creek to no new landfillia? or art thou a pearl ehh?

    know this: on friday i'll wag an update to this event page as to the where: i'll talk a map to get you there!

    AND: KNOW: THIS: shelly taylor & i'll yowl a poem (as we have new books out): And know this!!!: a few heroes of our forthcoming (lost roads press) HICK POETICS anthology will read a ditty or two: annnnnd furthermore Know This: we ask you kindly to bring along yr own poem: yes you too! you lung-cast upwards a poemski into the blossoming or clearing-its-throat-pre-blossom treeeee:

    this event shall bee rain mist shine or gullywasher: all folks made entirely of sugar are forewarned

    xoxoxx, smithereens

friday reading

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Wednesday, February 19, 2014



Shelly Taylor, Lions, Remonstrance, $15.00, coming in March!

Shelly Taylor's Lions, Remonstrance is full of lovely, lilting surprises, tragic transformations, words that explode and strike. There are watercolor mothers, the I as slippage, radical home-makings and unmakings, dizzied memories that tighten and then unravel. Deeper and closer: Taylor's book cuts open and makes radically new the war poem. It is a cut and spliced enterprise, resonant of felt omissions, imagistic and lyric by turns, vibrant and spinning: its core is deeply affecting. —Jenny Boully

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Sunday, February 2, 2014

FEB finally

sickie Grita post-vet / surviving polar vortex 2014

backyard SAT

i've taken to jogging the levee to get my mind not to mention this winter body back right

i lost my job yes but im still the belle of snake & jakes, ha!

can fiction writers dance dance?