a pick from Katie. "Good Touch" by Nick Demske

Good Touch
after Walt Disney

This is the most beautiful stool sample I have ever see
N. A stool sampler could search her whole life for a specimen half this perfect.
I can’t taste this food. I can’t feel my legs.
You must feel them for me. You suppository.

The emancipated marionette snips its own strings. This confirms its inab
Ility to move independent. Can you show me on the puppet where
The poetry touched you? Would you like to sample some of our
Finest stool, today? I need an adult. I need an ad

Olescent—a sweater puppeteer shiver me tim
bers. “That poetry touched me,” my virgin ears bleed.
“I was moved by your puppetry,” my bowels fess, ashamed.
The incontinent coprophile wallows in bliss. A pedophile wets the bed. Kiss me like I’m

Still a child, a Real Boy, proclaiming this, the finest stool sample of its kind,
The finest the world has seen since the great sampling of ought nine.

Sam's pick, from Amy Plettner

Our next reading is coming up! Here's my top choice from poet Amy Plettner: "Tree house"

"Plywood and two by fours nailed in a live oak.
Butte Creek Canyon steeped in moonlight.
Cicadas vibrate the chapparral.
Poison oak sleeps low under manzanita.
Uria + Mattie in a carved heart.
Smoke up a chimney"

YAPRS: Nick Demske and Amy Plettner -- April 5th, 7pm, Beaverdale Books

YAPRS would like to thank all who made it out to our reading on Thursday, and thank Dora and Steve for providing us with a powerful and awe-inspiring night of poetry. Poets AND attendees, your presence is both the reason and reward for all the work that we do. Thank You!

Culture Buzz radio show interviews YAPRS!

Hello Fans!

Please tune in to the Culture Buzz online at http://www.kfmg991.org/directory_detail.php?user=18 on Wednesday, March 7th, at around 11:40am, to hear an exclusive interview of our coordinator, Vlad Frederick, made possible by YAPRS friend and staunch supporter, John Busbee!

And don't forget, our first reading is this Thursday at 7pm, Beaverdale Books; we hope to see you there!

Samantha's Pick, Dora Malech

Here's one of my favorite poems by Dora Malech, titled "Humility & Co."

I left a little cake, a little note:
I’m sorry if I threw up on your Christmas.
Dear, you can call it catharsis, it’s still
bad manners. As if it were possible
to cancel all the flux inside, one wakes,
a levitating magnet. This is physics,
friends: the law of tell-you-when-you’re-older,
ends that justify a good cry on
an iffy shoulder in the interregnum.
Wire-mother loves to cuddle the holidays
away, swings her dinner bell and waits
for drooling. Here, the crossroads of psychosis
and bad grammar where “someone” becomes “they”
and no one cares anymore. I guess I just
mean inexact, the loss or at the very
least a lack of basics. Take a penny,
leave a penny. It’s been a pleasure. Close
the door gently and please hit the hall light
when you leave. One option is embrace
stasis, and yet some days the heart’s
this dirty, matted mutt trembling at the feet
of the family passing time between trains
in the station café: “Look, Mom! It wants
something!” Let’s walk down and watch them
fire the cannon. Let’s see if they’re still putting
the puppet show on in this rain.

Sam's Pick, from Seven D. Schroeder

This is my top pick poem from Steven D. Schroeder's "Torched Verse Ends". It's titled, "Colorado Strata."

Fire scars in aspen rings near Aspen bulldozed over
Front Range strip-mining barrens that suburb papers over
Mesa Verde dwellings built by helicopter over
Era of airports hewn from San Juan stone not over
NORAD bored under Cheyenne Mountain starting over
Pikes Peak with neon street sign superimposed over
Denver overpass above another overpass over
Semi trucks hauling Rockies rock by rock over
I-70 out to Kansas over and over and over