STL readings

It’s Official – 2015-16 Fall Readers

We’ve at last confirmed our schedule for this fall. All readings will be at the Stone Spiral Gallery from 7:30-9:00 PM.

Our Prose/Poem readers are:

9/15: Brigitte Leschhorn/Cheeraz Gormon

10/6: Ron A. Austin/Kelli Allen

11/3: Michaella Thornton/Steven D. Schroeder

We can’t wait to see you there!!!

The 2015-16 Season Is Coming

Mark your calendars for Prose|Poem’s second season of readings.

Two things to note:

  1. Our event has moved to the earlier part of the month, generally the first Tuesday of the Month–the exception being September to allow us some space from Labor Day.
  2. There are not enough first Tuesdays–we’re excited about the readers we’re bringing to you, but we’re sorry that we can’t feature everyone right this minute! Good news is that we can already see 2016-2017 shaping up, too.

Without further ado, here are the dates. The fall reader lineup will be announced soon, so keep your eyes peeled.

Fall

  • September 15
  • October 6
  • November 3

Winter/Spring

  • February 2 (Sweethearts’ Edition)
  • March 1
  • April 5
  • May 3 – Anniversary Party!

Can’t wait to see your faces.

Meet the Readers: April Edition

Before we know it, it’ll be Tuesday, the 21st. As it’s National Poetry Month, there are many things happening in our literary community this month. We hope you’ll make some room for us in your calendar–this month’s reading event will be terrific! We’ll once again be doing our thing at the Stone Spiral Gallery.

Leigh Kolb is an English instructor at East Central College in Union, Missouri. When she’s not teaching composition, literature, and media courses, she writes creative nonfiction and analyzes film and television. Her work has appeared in Bitch MagazineVulture, xoJaneWomen and HollywoodShadow and Act and AndPhilosophy.com. She wrote the chapter “Mothers of Anarchy: Power, Control, and Care in the Feminist Sphere” in the book Sons of Anarchy and Philosophy. She is also currently an editor and staff writer at Bitch Flicks. You can find her on Twitter.

Ben Moeller-Gaa is a haiku poet and a contributing poetry editor to River Styx literary magazine. He is the author of two haiku chapbooks, the Pushcart nominated Wasp Shadows (Folded Word, 2014) and Blowing on a Hot Soup Spoon (poor metaphor design, 2014). His haiku, essays and reviews have appeared in over 30 journals worldwide including Acorn, FrogpondModern HaikuGently Read Literature, and World Haiku Review as well as in several anthologies including Haiku 21 and Red Moon Press’s annual ‘Best of English Language Haiku’ for 2011-2014. You can find more on Ben online at www.benmoellergaa.com.

Call for Submissions + Announcement: 1st Anniversary Party

Prose|Poem has been bringing St. Louis’s writers, poets, and lit-loving community together for almost a year. To mark this occasion, we’ve invited back all the readers from this first year for a shindig on Tuesday, May 26, 2015. The readers joining us are: Elva Maxine Beach, Stefene Russell, Dawn Dupler, Bill Foster, Fred Venturini, Jason Braun, Travis Mossotti, Justin Phillip Reed, Leigh Kolb, and Ben Moeller-Gaa. We’ll be taking over the Stone Spiral Gallery from 7-9 PM to share words once again, but also to celebrate our vibrant community.

That’s where you come in.

We’re opening a call for submissions for three poems or a story or essay of up to 500 words featuring St. Louis or the greater region. Selected pieces will be posted on Prose|Poem’s site and the authors will be invited to read their work at the anniversary party on May 26. Submissions may be e-mailed to prosepoemevent@gmail.com (with a brief cover letter) until May 3, 11:59 PM.

Guidelines:

  • Send up to three poems.
  • Send one story or essay.
  • Work submitted to Prose|Poem must be previously unpublished in print or online.
  • We’ll read simultaneous submissions, but we ask that you notify us immediately if your work is accepted elsewhere.
  • Expect decisions to be made mid-May.
  • The only compensation we can offer is the glory of participating in this joyous occasion and reading with some great, supportive writers and poets.

We can’t wait to see what you send us!

Meet the Readers – March Edition

Next Tuesday, March 24, we’re thrilled to bring you writer Angela Hamilton and poet Jazzy Danziger. It’s going to be great–you should come and see for yourselves.

Angela Hamilton is an associate professor of English at St. Louis Community College and has taught for the American Culture and Literature department at Fatih University in Istanbul (2007-09).  Angela has published on Turkish literature and has traveled extensively in eastern Turkey. In 2012, her project “The Middle East in the Midwest” was awarded a Missouri Humanities Council grant. This funded Meramec’s participation in the Connect Program, an online intercultural project that brings together university students from the West and the Middle East to talk about difficult subjects we face in a post-9/11 world. STLCC was the first community college in the U.S. and the first higher education institution in Missouri to be a part of the program. During the 2013-14 academic year, Angela served as a Fulbright Scholar and taught M.A. courses in world literature and literature of resistance at the University of Jordan in Amman. Her essays on these experiences have appeared in The Southeast Review, Quarterly West, The MacGuffin, and other places.

Jazzy Danziger’s debut collection, Darkroom (University of Wisconsin Press), was the winner of the 2012 Brittingham Prize in Poetry. Danziger studied at Washington University in St. Louis and the University of Virginia, where she was a Henry Hoyns/Poe-Faulkner Fellow in poetry and the editor of Meridian. She has served as series editor for the Best New Poets anthology since 2011. She lives and works in St. Louis.

These two talents will read in this month’s installment of Prose|Poem at the Stone Spiral Gallery, 2506 Sutton Blvd., Maplewood, MO 63143. Tuesday, March 24, 7-9 PM.

Meet the Readers – February Edition

Next week, Prose|Poem gets to explore the new space (with table service!) at Stone Spiral Gallery. More importantly, Justin Phillip Reed and Travis Mossotti get to explore the venue as a performance space.

Justin Phillip Reed attends the MFA program at Washington University in St. Louis. His poems are forthcoming or appear most recently in Vinyl Poetry, joINT., Boston Review, PLUCK!, and Muzzle. YesYes Books will release his chapbook,A History of Flamboyance, in September 2015. He was born and raised in South Carolina.

Travis Mossotti was awarded the 2011 May Swenson Poetry Award for his first collection of poems About the Dead (USU Press, 2011), and his second collection Field Study won the 2013 Melissa Lanitis Gregory Poetry Prize (Bona Fide Books, 2014). Mossotti has also published two chapbooks, and recent poems of his have appeared in issues of the Antioch ReviewBeloit Poetry Journal, Southern Review, and elsewhere.

Tonight! Fred Venturini and Jason Braun

The last Prose|Poem reading of 2014 is tonight, 7-9 PM, at the Stone Spiral in Maplewood.

We have had a modest beginning to our reading series with our April, May, and October readings, but we could not be any more thrilled with the community support for or the writers’ camaraderie and generosity in participating in these interactive events. In 2015, we hope to bring you six reading events, as well as a special project or two. Stick with us to see how we continue to support and encourage St. Louis’s literary community to keep doing what they do.

Doing what they do, Fred and Jason’s reading tonight promises to be a great farewell to this year’s series. We hope you join us–it’ll be a cozy, entertaining, and inspiring evening.

Meet the Readers (November Edition)

We’re excited for what 11/18’s reading event will bring, featuring two of Illinois’s finest:

Fred Venturini

He lives in Southern Illinois with his wife, Krissy, and their precocious two-year-old, Noelle. His first novel, The Heart Does Not Grow Back, is forthcoming from Picador in fall 2014.

Jason Braun

“Jason Braun currently teaches English at Western Illinois University. He’s the director of the Online Writing Center at Holy Apostles College and Seminary. He hosts “Literature for the Halibut” a weekly hour-long literary program on KDHX 88.1.

He has published fiction, poetry, reported or been featured in The Riverfont Times, Prime Number, ESPN.com, Big Bridge, The Evergreen Review, SOFTBLOW, The Nashville City Paper, Eunoia Review,Star*Line, Mobius, Camel Saloon, Front Porch Review, Jane Freidman’s blog, The Chronicle of Higher Education, and many more.”

“When You Took Off On I-70 West” – Dawn Dupler

When You Took Off On I-70 West

By Dawn Dupler as first appeared in Blue Earth Review

When you took off on I-70 West my world turned upside down. So I turned the map upside down and shook it fiercely like a New York City snow globe, in hopes of making you fall back to me.

I tipped the map, swirled the map, waved it like a banner—anything I could think of to get you to come tumbling out—but I ended up changing the land mass of North America into the shape of a starfish and messed up a whole lot of lives.

Remember that park ranger at Mount Rushmore who said we made such a cute couple? You can imagine my shock when he and the rest of South Dakota all landed within one square mile of Los Angeles. Thank God they only suffered minor bumps on their heads. Soon I’ll have to tell them how sorry I am for that.

Oh Jesus. What I did to Sara. You know, the waitress at that Little Rock bus stop who always said hello when we lived down there? The one with spiky red hair and hemp sandals, always running late for her shift at Fiddler’s Diner? She and the other friendly folks of Arkansas fell into Vancouver with neither coats nor gloves and I need to make sure they get warm clothing and hot cocoa pronto. I think I really freaked those poor people out, especially Sara who obviously missed work and you yourself heard her say how badly she needed money for rent. God, I’ll have to find some way to apologize to those people.

Hollywood fell into Lake Erie and all the movie stars swam through sludge and dead fish only to be greeted by angry film critics who accused them of phoning in their performances. Remember that stuck-up actor we ran into on our vacation who wore the ridiculous toupee? Bet he’s sorry he wouldn’t take a picture with us. He came out of the water a moss-covered, bald mess. And I have no intention whatsoever to apologize to him.

But remember that mayor of Salina, Kansas? You know, the one who despised every immigrant laboring in heat meant for scorpions—except, of course, his hot, spicy secretary whom he air-conditioned and lunched with regularly in her apartment? Turns out he “air-conditioned” another hot tamale during the nights. Rita. Yeah, that Rita. The one you took up with. She and the mayor landed in a coffee plantation in central Mexico.

But where you landed I still don’t know.

“A Dream of Peaches” – Bill Foster

A Reverie On Peaches

In the caldera of August,

I prepare peaches for winter,

Each perfect beauty plunged into boiling caldron,

Skin, made pale, ashen, loosened by fire,

Protective fuzz floating on troubled surface.

Then plunged into icy bath,

The once-protective layer

Slipping loose from the flesh,

Falling, between thumb and fingers,

Like silk from a youthful frame,

Revealing the sun!

Gloriously bright, gold and garnet,

Burning eyes blind,

A radiant triumph of pleasure and promise,

Ready to rise again

When summer is but a dream to come.

 

 

Peaches. Delicate fruit,

Children of summer’s middle age.

Radiant globes made to blush

By the sun’s loitering gaze.

Coy maidens, when ripe,

Enticing with firm flesh,

Downy cheeks seductively flushed,

Fevered, glowing.

 

 

Temptation is so sweet in summer.

Warm mounds of honey-tart pleasure,

Ready to be palmed, weighed,

Gently pressed, firm yet yielding,

Begging the tempted further,

To bury teeth, lips, face

In the sweet, wet flesh,

Sucking nectar with each bite,

Dripping in rivulets,

Pink-tinged gold,

From fingers and chin,

Lingering, sticky, after the torrent subsides.

 

 

Oh, for the pleasure, the passion, captured, repeated,

When the sun is wan on winter’s frozen watch.

Resurrected amidst the wilderness of frigid white.

They whisper a joyous reminder of warmth and intimacy.

Stolen kisses and impassioned embraces,

Forbidden pleasures, guiltily taken,

In summer fields, woodland hideaways,

On sandy beaches,

In drive-in theaters, back seats,

Humid, sultry, crackling, electric, sweet.

Joy and passion, rich, insistent,

Memories and desires,

Prompted, evoked,

To thaw a frozen heart.