Showing posts with label Dustin Brookshire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dustin Brookshire. Show all posts

Friday, October 17, 2008

Day 3 of AQLF

Here's a picture of the fabulous Dustin Brookshire and me the first night of AQLF. Today's the third day of the festival. Collin just took me out to lunch during his lunch break. It's raining today so I'm laying low this afternoon until tonight's events.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Limp Wrist

The new online poetry and art mag, Limp Wrist, is up and running. It features poetry Denise Duhamel, Cecilia Woloch, Collin Kelley, Dustin Brookshire, and many more.

Check it out!

Friday, February 15, 2008

First Reading, First Censorship

Dustin Brookshire writes here about doing his first public poetry reading--which was censored in the taped version.

He is now in good company. Many of the greatest writers have faced being censored or banned--including Maya Angelou, Gertrude Stein, Gore Vidal, Sylvia Plath... The list goes on and on. (Click here for more.)

Art should challenge us.
Art should question the status quo.
When you're censored or banned, you are doing something right.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Limp Wrist Wants You

The new literary magazine Limp Wrist is currently accepting submissions.

Here is the mission of Limp Wrist, according to editor Dustin Brookshire:

promote the arts by publishing poetry,
short fiction, art work, and short films

review novels and books of poetry
written by established artists

help up-and-coming artists by offering
them a chance to receive a brief review in the blurb

feature an artist via an interview


To read the sumission guidelines, click here.

Limp Wrist Wants You

Friday, June 29, 2007

Time and Witnessing

Toastermag is out with its Pride issue. Check out the Freehand Department that features poems by moi, Dustin Brookshire, Montgomery Maxton and others.

My contribution is a sestina I wrote after reading an article about an antique clock restorer who witnessed the falling of the Twin Towers from his little shop around the corner from the trade center.

When he came back to his shop, he found grey dust covering many of his clocks. He also found that many of the broken clocks that had been stopped for years had mysteriously re-started (apparently due to the jolt).

The connection between being a "mender of time" and a witness to tragedy struck me, so I tried to explore it in the poem.

Friday, June 22, 2007

New Literary Magazine

We want You! . . . Limp Wrist and All

A new online literary magazine has surfaced, fabulously called Limp Wrist.