26 Nov First Light by Patrick Hulsman
A poet who lives
on your street
Read "First Light" by Patrick Hulsman
on your street
19 Nov Two poems by John Freeman
Every Sunday belfry bats of dread
flapped in the day’s corners—
Read two poems by John Freeman
flapped in the day’s corners—
12 Nov Wondrous by Sarah Freligh
I’m driving home from school when the radio talk
turns to E.B. White, his birthday, and I exit
the here and now of the freeway at rush hour,
Read "Wondrous" by Sarah Freligh
turns to E.B. White, his birthday, and I exit
the here and now of the freeway at rush hour,
05 Nov THREE POEMS BY DAVID C. TIRRELL
As much as the dying rose
Would open up
It stands to sink nearby
Read three short poems by David C. Tirrell
Would open up
It stands to sink nearby
29 Oct from “Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson’s Envelope Poems” by Jen Bervin (with Marta Werner)
Read excerpts from "Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson’s Envelope Poems" by Jen Bervin (with Marta Werner)
22 Oct Grief by Anne Elezabeth Pluto
I find it in my hands
listen while tuning
the guitar—I'm always sharp
Read "Grief" by Anne Elezabeth Pluto
listen while tuning
the guitar—I'm always sharp
15 Oct The Several Words I Have by Michael Dumanis
You will never understand, try as you might,
a person other than yourself, controlling
an altogether different set of limbs.
Read "The Several Words I Have" by Michael Dumanis
a person other than yourself, controlling
an altogether different set of limbs.
08 Oct On Desire by Sandra Simonds
“Do not give up on your desire” but tell me something that will
destroy my life.
Read "On Desire" by Sandra Simonds
destroy my life.
03 Oct Transmissions: Issue 4
Posted at 15:17h
in JBWC Youth Ambassador Program, Just Buffalo Writing Center, Publications, Young Writers
Every year, we hold a summer gathering for alum and current writers of Just Buffalo’s Writing Center. This year, Fitz Books welcomed our crew on their whimsical back patio. We ate, we caught up, we traded prompts and wrote, and, new this year, we piloted a game we’re calling Musical Notebooks that, while involving no music or notebooks, was a blast!
01 Oct from “Border Crossings” by Dennis Maloney
On dark nights when I have no words of my
own, translations calm me, let me
jump deep in letter by letter
soaking up the dampness of the words.
Read a section of "Border Crossings" by Dennis Maloney
own, translations calm me, let me
jump deep in letter by letter
soaking up the dampness of the words.