Hello Fans and Friends,
Don't forget to stop out for a short but sweet hour of poetry with the one and only Nick Demske and Amy Plettner!
As always, it'll be at Beaverdale Books at 7pm, and is free and open to all, so we hope to see all of you there! :)
Best,
Vlad Frederick
Coordinator
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Reminder: Poetry on April 5th!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Samantha's Pick, Amy Plettner
Here's a poem of Amy's, Vow.
Marry me moon
on a country road
in July's luminescent dust
where fireflies orgy over a stretch of corn
and your smell of half light
breaks through the grasses
parts me open
devours
marry me like this
like a firefly
absolute
in everyone else's
darkness
Marry me moon
on a country road
in July's luminescent dust
where fireflies orgy over a stretch of corn
and your smell of half light
breaks through the grasses
parts me open
devours
marry me like this
like a firefly
absolute
in everyone else's
darkness
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
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.
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.
Monday, March 26, 2012
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"
"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"
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
YAPRS: Nick Demske and Amy Plettner -- April 5th, 7pm, Beaverdale Books
Sunday, March 11, 2012
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!
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