Reading at Thursday Theatre of Words & Music

I'll be reading prose here, and possibly a few poems. Hope you can make it.

What: Thursday Theatre of Words & Music

When: September 24rd @ 7pm

Where: Cornerstone Books @ 45 Lafayette St. in Salem, MA @ http://www.cornerstonebooks-salem.com/

Who: Rusty Barnes, Lilly Roberts, and KL Pereira

Contact: thursdaytheatreWM@gmail.com

Thursday's Theatre of Words & Music features three to four established and emerging writers and artists to read/display/perform their work for the public at Cornerstone Books in Salem, MA on the fourth Thursday of every month at 7pm. An open mic will be held following featured writers/artists--artists are chosen by first-come-first-serve.
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September artists include:

Rusty Barnes has published fiction, poetry and non-fiction in numerous journals and anthologies, including The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Flash Fiction. Rusty’s book of flash fiction Breaking it all Down was published in 2007 by Sunnyoutside Press. After editing fiction for the Beacon Street Review (now Redivider) and Zoetrope All-Story Extra, Rusty co-founded Night Train, a literary journal which has been featured in the Boston Globe, The New York Times, and on National Public Radio.

Lilly Roberts is a Northshore poet and photographer. She received her MFA from The University of Iowa and she currently teaches English and Creative Writing at the Cambridge School of Weston, where she serves as the faculty sponsor of Vault, CSW's literary magazine. In addition to receiving the Lynda Hull Poetry Prize from Crazy Horse Magazine, Lilly has been published in several literary magazines. She is a regular contributor to the online literary and arts journal Art Throb.

KL Pereira has published poetry and nonfiction in numerous journals. She has served as an editor and writer for LiP Magazine, and Whats Up Magazine/Spare Change News, advocacy publications by and for the homeless and underemployed. She teaches writing classes and workshops focused on promoting the power of women’s words and encouraging women to find their voices at The Women’s Center, Center for New Words, East Boston High School, Casa Myrna Vasquez, Freedom House, and Grub Street.

TTWM mission statement:

Thursday's Theatre of Words & Music is a venue to celebrate the imagination and provide a stage for creative works. We encourage dialogue about product and process as well as the development of a community of committed artists, be they writers, musicians, visual artists or patrons of the Arts. With its residence in Salem, a historically fertile place where disciplines such as art, oral tradition, mysticism, philosophy and literature have been nurtured, TTWM aspires to make the Arts a more prominent element of the city of Salem and the North Shore Community at large.

Charles Rammelkamp

Doped with Religion, Sex and TV “Working class hero, my foot,” Darleen spat. “Pampered British rock star’s more like it. He don’t know nothin’ about no working class,” she sneered, “and that Jap witch he married. She’s probly the one who put them ideas in his head.” Darleen and I worked on the assembly line at the Capitol Records plant, putting fresh-pressed LPs into sleeves, the packaged albums into cardboard boxes, the boxes onto pallets for the forklift guy to take them away to the loading dock. “I used to like some of them early songs. ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand,’ ‘A Hard Day’s Night,’ but you can have this stuff. Working class hero! Who does he think he’s kidding?” I stuffed my impulse to defend Lennon, point out his poverty in postwar Liverpool, the broken family, the absent sailor father; mainly offended by Doreen’s naked racism, pitying her for the misogyny she’d absorbed from generations of farmers on the prairie. I was a college student, working part...

Karl Koweski

retaliation it was two weeks after you returned from rehab, dad I found the first vodka bottle, a Smirnoff pint, stashed beneath the driver's seat of your Ford. I propped the empty on the dashboard like a bobble-head. I didn't tell you this then, but... going into my room and leaving my dog-eared copies of Penthouse on my pillow next to the Vaseline... that was a pretty good comeback. Karl Koweski is a displaced Region Day now living in a valley in rural Alabama. His latest collection of poetry from Roadside Press "Abandoned By All Things" is out now.

Kinnell's Book of Nightmares/Under the Maud Moon

Probably everyone knows this poem and this book very well. Kinnell isn't exactly invisible in the poetry world. I loved this poem and this book from the very first time I read it, while I sat on the floor in the old Emerson College at 150 Beacon Street. I've loved kids from a time well before I had any of my own, and I could put myself in this narrator's perspective so easily it was as if I'd suddenly slid from my own life and become a real poet. ;-) I hadn't really read anything that used linebreaks so seemingly haphazard, but powerfully --I got a charge as I read it-- or a voice that seemed so assured of its right to the sentiments expressed. Irony is the rule of the day for many poets, and I don't necessarily cotton to it all the time so Kinnell is a balm for me; I can go back and read BoN and remember how it lit me up the first time and have energy to go back the page with. I'm sort of over his poems now, but the feeling comes back just a little every ti...

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