10 Oct Where We Live — Selected Responses
Selected responses written by local writers to the prompt of Where We Live, inspired by the visiting author Sandra Cisneros.
06 Oct Two Poems by Benjamin Brindise
if i did not rot
i think i would have kept
the pieces fallen off me
Read two poems by Benjamin Brindise
i think i would have kept
the pieces fallen off me
29 Sep Isaiah at Rest by Philip Terman
All day I’ve been reading Isaiah,
who I imagine to be ordinary,
in love with a woman who like you
Read "Isaiah at Rest" by Philip Terman
who I imagine to be ordinary,
in love with a woman who like you
28 Sep Wordplay 2024
At Just Buffalo Literary Center, we believe in the love of reading, the art of writing, and the power of the literary arts to transform lives and communities. WORDPLAY, our annual anthology featuring the writing of young people composed during our education programs, performs every part of this mission. Take a look inside past issues. See what moves the young people of Western New York. We are always astonished by what is voiced inside, and we are sure you will be too.
22 Sep The Bustling Heart by Pierson Schwartz
In the heart of the city, where dreams collide,
Where neon lights flicker and secrets hide,
There's a rhythm that pulses, a beat so alive,
In the chaos and the clamor, where souls strive.
Read "The Bustling Heart" by Pierson Schwartz
Where neon lights flicker and secrets hide,
There's a rhythm that pulses, a beat so alive,
In the chaos and the clamor, where souls strive.
19 Sep Call for Work: “Where We Live”
How are we defined by the places & spaces that we call home? You are invited to write a poem or prose piece inspired by the theme "Where We Live."
DEADLINE: Extended! Saturday, October 5, 2024 @ 11:59 p.m.
15 Sep Fish Fry Daughter Returns by Sara Ries Dziekonski
Maybe you’ve heard this story:
I was born on a Fish Fry Friday
in November’s icy grip.
Read "Fish Fry Daughter Returns" by Sara Ries Dziekonski
I was born on a Fish Fry Friday
in November’s icy grip.
08 Sep The sky is, is the limit by George T. Hole
In the early days when I looked up
I saw no sign in the sky
of what the Sunday priest promised
Read "The sky is, is the limit" by George T. Hole
I saw no sign in the sky
of what the Sunday priest promised
01 Sep Silo City Reading Series featuring Megan Fernandes, Diana Cao, Sating in Place
We closed out season twelve (August 31, 2024) of the Silo City Reading Series with some collective magic. It was beyond special to experience it all. Thanks to everyone who was able to join us!
01 Sep Dependable Imperfections by Maril Nowak
What is left between us now is the dependable
earth, separating, the earth making
way for thick tubers, earth rising with
the rich crumble of our daily labors.
Read "Dependable Imperfections" by Maril Nowak
earth, separating, the earth making
way for thick tubers, earth rising with
the rich crumble of our daily labors.