My Night at Trainwreck: A Celebration of Bad Celebrity Memoir
Yesterday evening while you may have been relaxing at the beach, or sipping a chilly margarita on some shady porch, Heather Logue was helping the children by perspiring her face off in the sweaty JewelBox Theatre and laughing at the unfortunate choices some celebrities have made—both in life, and in word usage.
She is not she if she holds still
she leaves the father eternally immersed in research,
the mother who lines windowsills with silent ferns,
plies them with silent care,
her children too
—heads out
Life, Death, Computers, Books, Baseball: Seattle Star Interviews Novelist Laurie Frankel
Tamiko Nimura interviews novelist Laurie Frankel about her new book, Goodbye For Now, a speculative novel about technology, death and dying, human foibles and acceptance. And model airplanes.
Tonight at Elliott Bay Books: Bruce Holbert Reads From His Lonesome Animals
There is something soothing about a novel—the way that it can transport you from an often traumatizing, confusing world into one where boundaries,…
False start with Pullulation and Yada-yada
Another bit of experimental prosody from renown Seattle choreographer, dancer and poet Christin Call.
Playing Dress Up
Poetry from Jodie Knowles
He Wants
The Author sips coffee. The coffee is cold. The sun is rising, god bless. A child, one of his own, screams from downstairs. A ball bounces. Several thuds in succession. He sips coffee. It is still cold. Grounds in his mouth. He spits them out, but he can’t spit them all out. He resigns himself to a few grounds in his mouth. He stretches. He is unable to write more, but he is not ready to go downstairs.
Is It Hummable?
Prose poetry from the mind of Miryam Gordon.
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