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Boulder Poetry Co. proudly presents "For the Howlers: A Five Part Series of Poetic Performance." We've gathered some of the Colorado's finest poets, writers, and performers showcasing the broad spectrum of the local poetry scene. Each show will feature a different set of performers whose work is in conversation around a particular theme; no show …
Continue reading The Poets are Taking Over the Boulder International Fringe Festival
Asa Lott is an artist but not just any artist. Asa is the kind of artist who not only does a little bit of everything but also perfects it. He is a hybrid of poet/musician/singer/songwriter/producer, and if that’s not enough he is also currently completing a BA in Film Studies/Production at the University of Colorado. …
In the early 90s there was a debate in Denver on the merits of Slam poetry. Most of the old-school poets (read: older) were set against the idea of having slams in Denver because the notion of competitive poetry seemed anathema to the entire idea of poetic expression. I came down on this side as …
We sit in a jagged circle in a university basement and pass around the needle. Eleven poets dance on the head of this pin. Somewhere nearby clowns are clowning. A woman plays dangerously with power drills beside me. The pipes bang. One after another they hand it off, plunging into pulp like samurai performing seppuku. …
The problem with trying to write about Max Toast is that when you start interviewing him you are drinking a bottle of vodka and a bottle of wine and you’re passing joints and cigarettes and things start to get hazy really fast. Max’s mind moves at approximately 287 miles per minute, and you better listen …
Continue reading Max Will Toast Your Brain: Caitlan Mitchell interviews Max Toast
It was after midnight and we were walking thru the streets of the mountain casino town of Blackhawk when Ira Liss and his wife Karen suddenly stopped. “Oh wow!” Ira looked up at a sign and said, “This casino has an ice cream shop!” “Wow, should we go in and get a cone?!” Karen asked. …
Continue reading IRA LISS AND HIS WIFE GET ICE CREAM by Jonathan Montgomery
I had to catch the bus because my wife had the car. I was ten minutes early as usual because I have missed too many buses by being just on time. As I stood there waiting I spun in circles with my hands in the pockets of my pea coat feeling the wind on my …
Continue reading Dank P.h.a.r.t. the Pirate Poet Takes the Bus to The Bombay Gin Reading Series
