If anyone who reads this is in DC during the upcoming AWP, Flying Guillotine Press authors will be reading at two offsite readings later in the week. Matt Sadler will read at Iota Club and Cafe in Arlington on Thursday night. And on Friday Sasha Steensen and Mark Horosky will be reading at Wonderland Ballroom in Columbia Heights.
Both nights are full of other great readers and the night at Iota will have two bands at the end of the night. Come out and hear some good words, have a few drinks, hang out with small press folk. Punch a duck. Sing to the frogs, whatever.
A Pair of Teeth (Aperatif) Iota Club and Cafe 2832 Wilson Blvd. Arlington VA 22201 7:30-2AM
WIDE NIGHT Wonderland Ballroom 1101 Kenyon St. NW Washington DC 20010 6:30-9:30PM
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
some say
the ice cream attacked me
while you sat idly by
dim bulbs itching into the early morning
and the ice on the ground is the same
as the ice in your freezer
think what swears for the working man
and all the fortunate imposters
whose wounds heal beautifully
because they're putty
and very pretty beneath all that foundation
some say it's easy to bend your climate
or take another year to flop
it's a guess you make with numbers
a very important guess
while you sat idly by
dim bulbs itching into the early morning
and the ice on the ground is the same
as the ice in your freezer
think what swears for the working man
and all the fortunate imposters
whose wounds heal beautifully
because they're putty
and very pretty beneath all that foundation
some say it's easy to bend your climate
or take another year to flop
it's a guess you make with numbers
a very important guess
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Everybody knows this is nowhere
and for a song that short, yes
like a founding match and its lick of fire--how to turn one simple thing into another.
i watch the television with an ease that's hard to refund
i clap when all the gameshows growl
and when i'm painting my crows back into the sky
the sattelites go bling-bling, blind
remember the neutron dance? remember the pointer sisters?
i've got a snowstorm in mind and a white datsun pickup
there's a new neighbor joining the next accident
there's a flap of skin to drape over each eye
and the 1980s came down like a stray dog, hungry and matted
my curse and cure is almost memory.
like a founding match and its lick of fire--how to turn one simple thing into another.
i watch the television with an ease that's hard to refund
i clap when all the gameshows growl
and when i'm painting my crows back into the sky
the sattelites go bling-bling, blind
remember the neutron dance? remember the pointer sisters?
i've got a snowstorm in mind and a white datsun pickup
there's a new neighbor joining the next accident
there's a flap of skin to drape over each eye
and the 1980s came down like a stray dog, hungry and matted
my curse and cure is almost memory.
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