Plymouth Rock

There are red plums, and
some other compelling fruits. From a window,
a hand waves. That I should agree
with you that "T.B. Sheets" is
one of the greatest songs of all
time. That a coupon insert has
untapped treasures. That someone
with too much mobility is doping.

I would let the bug man in, if he showed
the silver canister with a hose
sticking out of it. "A cool room."

Whispers in the woods, whispers
in a cave, whispers in a car.
There's nothing like the spaghetti
of forgetting. I will always forget
you, though I know nothing
of who you are now,
or what I am forgetting.

24th Annual Subterranean Literary Festival

A poetry reading in the Widow Jane Mine, curated by Edwin Torres

Featuring:

Bruce Andrews + Sally Silvers + Pooh Kaye
The Yogurt Boys (Todd Colby + Marianne Vitale)
CA Conrad
Brenda Coultas
Latasha Nevada Diggs
Edwin Torres + Sean Meehan
Cecilia Vicuña
Dana Ward

Sunday, August 24 at 1:00pm

The Century House Historical Society
The Snyder Estate 668 Route 213, Rosendale, New York

A $5 donation is suggested. For directions please visit http://www.centuryhouse.org/ And "like" Century House Historical Society on Facebook!

Please bring a folding chair and light jacket.

This event is a benefit for CHHS, and is funded in part by Poets & Writers, Inc., with public funds from the New York State Council on the Arts with the support of Governor Andrew Cuomo and the New York State Legislature.

August Poem

The mellow beauty of "I don't know."
Soothing someone is harder than it seems.
I'm finally ready for Planet of the Apes,
& Guardians of the Galaxy. A list of fluffy
things, hard things, & purple things.
August seems more like September since
June felt more like July. The shepherds saw
the cardinal fall and land on the tin roof
with a bright "ting." I'll always give you
more than you asked for. I have chairs that
you can fall over. Graduates receive I-pads.
A pond full of yawning orange koi
surfacing for balls of bread. Pliable
and fantastic, I think of everything you
do as cat-like and illusive. Humming city,
mutable traffic, gigantic rooms. There's
a melody you can hum for me as I do
things for you tomorrow.

Splash State

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