[close] Once a child laborer who trekked with his impoverished family from Mexico to the fields of California to pick strawberries and cucumbers, Jose M. Hernandez recently traveled into space as an astronaut on the Discovery space shuttle. His story honors both the desperate struggle of immigrants and the greatness of which they are capable. These words and this movie are my attempt to honor him. [close]

[close] Laurie reads her poem "Listen", which was inspired by her readers of "Speak".

[close] doing poetry at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe

[close] Video poem by Joel Deane

[close] If I can Stop By: Emily Dickinson

[close] Video poem by Joel Deane

[close] Video poem by Joel Deane

[close] Chris Chameleon puts Jonker's poetry to song.

[close] Gospel: poems by Samiya Bashir March 20, 2009 RedBone Press, DC, USA http://www.redbonepress.com http://www.samiyabashir.com

[close] "Open sunflower! Pry these lusty eyes from sleep. Steep redolent blue." from Gospel: poems by Samiya Bashir (RedBone Press, 2009) http://www.samiyabashir.com http://www.redbonepress.com/books/gospel/index.htm http://www.amazon.com/Gospel-Samiya-Bashir/dp/097862517X/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1237830416&sr=8-8 [close]

[close] Crow meditation Dip fevered neck. Plant split-lipped calm. Spit wonder. Smile. Starve dark fright. Be light. Gospel: poems, RedBone Press, March 2009 http://www.redbonepress.com/books/gospel/index.htm http://www.samiyabashir.com http://www.amazon.com/Gospel-Samiya-Bashir/dp/097862517X/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1237830416&sr=8-8 [close]

[close] A short piece about a car, a brother, and a steel mill. Words and video by David Moolten.

[close] Z-183 In a democracy, everyone is the President. Someday, when I grow up, I will become a Veteran and sleep in every street. Cold streaks of phlegm along my beard, my breath will hurt the flies. Make Uncles Ho and Sam apologize. I’ll roar around the corner in delirium and drop my quart of Boone’s Farm on my foot. My tongue will stiffen up, my gorge will rise, my scalp will sweat and I’ll throw up. But even then I will preside, over something: I will administer the filth around my neck; rule my lice; tax my fleas. I can hire them to bite me, pay in blood. I can use my wisdom as a force for good. I’m President Me. Hand in hand in hand, three years walk straight into the sea: 1963, 1973, 1983. [close]

[close] Santosh Kalwar reading the poem, "Lappeenranta city you want to be" from his seventh book with title, "Yet another book of Poems". Enjoy..... [close]

[close] Author of "Some White English Women I've Almost Known" talks about the writing process, influences and inspirations.

[close] Author of "Some White English Women I've Almost Known" talks about the writing process, influences and inspirations.

[close] Author of "Some White English Women I've Almost Known" talks about the writing process, influences and inspirations.

[close] Poem written in moleskine journal and recorded on Garageband with mac loops. Cell phone photography via Nokia 6102i. Edited on imovie 08. http://www.jamesberkowitz.com New York City streets Alive Burning Kissing the senses Singing through pavement Every corner unfolding A theatrical stage People in motion Life in the raw Heart beating pulse Center of the universe Heated core Human aggression cylinders Steeped in creativity Artistic fire Blazing media banners Ringing cell phones Ipod stuffed ears Distracted window shoppers Vertically gazing heads Architectural magnificence Walk faster Jump sidewalk lanes Maniacal saxophone sounds Camera shutters snapping Mind racing Sensory overload Go Go Go!!! When do we stop? Where do we stop? How do we stop? Why should we stop? Mother Earth keeps turning [close]

[close] Author of "Some White English Women I've Almost Known" talks about the writing process, influences and inspirations.

[close] *CROWKEEPER'S SONG* from jambandbootleg by Paul Siegell. Originally published in 5AM. http://paulsiegell.blogspot.com/ [close]

[close] *10.19.96 - PHISH - Marine Midland Arena, NY* from jambandbootleg by Paul Siegell. Originally published in BlazeVOX. http://paulsiegell.blogspot.com [close]

[close] *The Double-o Poem, or All in a Woodpecker's Afternoon* from Poemergency Room by Paul Siegell. Originally published in horse less review. http://paulsiegell.blogspot.com [close]

[close] "Avem timp" de Octavian Paler, citit de Flori Koenoezsi, www.flori.koenoezsi.ro [close]

[close] Plath chats about her work.

[close] Love Is an unrealistic expectation

[close] Gildzen reads a poem from his new chapbook "Beth" as part of Tres Versing the Panda in Cleveland (May 2009).

[close] A Kinder Bright Poems of Praise & Remembrance JERRY FAGNANI In this volume, Jerry Fagnani turns to poetry. He has selected poems reflecting the great love that has influenced his life. All of this is most evident in The Elaine Collection. The Lackawanna Collection is a masterful work about the valley and county he embraces. This collection speaks to its rich texture and defines a perspective, often unseen by many, which shows how its seams of beauty infuse our very spirit. Finally, the whole work reveals to us an image of fierce loyalty and passion. Jerry has an unlimited commitment to his family with a love that is admirable. $12.95 ISBN:0976507250 5.5" x 8.5", paperback 104 pp 2006 Have a question or a comment for Jerry Fagnani? Email him at jerry@tribute-books.com [close]

[close] Over 25 years of expression in poetic verse Member of the Borders Bards Born in Scranton, Pennsylvania on April 9, 1958, Patrick Joseph Walker has always been a seeker of truth in all things. His earliest perceptions of life were colored by familial devotion to Irish clan and the Catholic Church. An early scholar, he attended Scranton Preparatory School and was later accepted into the Special Jesuit Liberal Arts Program at the University of Scranton. During a hiatus from formal education, he worked as a staff writer for the Legislature in Saipan. When he returned to the United States, he was awarded a Philosophy Fellowship at Fordham University. Today, he "works" as an editor and proofreader of educational materials for a local correspondence college. His "real" work, however, involves studying the works of Blaise Pascal and Friedrich Hayek. He lives in Factoryville, Pennsylania, with his artist POSSLQ, Ginger Cody, her daughter Anna, and the family's two dogs, Lilly and Rosie. Pegasus at [close]

[close] video poem by Belinda Subraman with art by Janet Snell

[close] Not just a promo trailer: I consider this to be a free-standing work of poetic art in its own right.

[close] POEM Z-150: One of a growing set of new TRAILERS for Limousine, Midnight Blue, a unique book of poems. This sequence of fifty 14-line poems uses the Zapruder Film of President Kennedy's murder as a prism through which to view America and the world. Limousine, Midnight Blue is a haunted book about a haunted film of an event whose hungry ghosts still walk the American unconscious, rattling their chains louder every year. [close]

[close] Z-187 Homer doesn’t mention it was raining when Apollo struck Patroclus on the shoulder blades and broke the leather straps that kept his armor on. Euphorbus ran up in the rain and skewered him between his spine and his left lung, and the lung broke. But Patroclus didn’t die until gigantic Hector waded in with the rain in his face and stuck a barbed harpoon into Patroclus’ guts. I know how long it rained, how fast it fell, cold ropes of it washing the Greek and the Trojans, and Troy, and a plagued mule floating to the fig tree. Look: the helmet rolling away, and soldiers desperate for my empty armor, and behind the rain my face, my lips still silently repeating something. [close]