“Roseanna Frechette vs. Your Stupidly High Rent and Other Bohemian Concerns” by Jonathan Montgomery

The Madwoman I remember a Bohemian Concern I had back in September 2011. I was doing my first feature at the brand new Innisfree Poetry Bookstore & Café and needed to blow the audience away. So I turned to my trusty poetry allies for help, like Marcus If. “I need you to be The Beast …

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“Why Does Art Matter?” by Jonathan Montgomery

The following article appears in the first edition of Turn Out, a new zine of poetic journalism edited by Ellie Swensson of Boulder Writers Warehouse.  The bi-monthly (every other month) publication is funded by the City of Boulder Office of Arts + Culture, and aims to give exposure to local creative projects and events.  This edition also includes …

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“Joe Braun Man Moon Lune Lunisfree Lunampolis Lunatic Looney Toon Tootles Methuselah Liminal Illumination Too” by Jonathan Montgomery

In honor of tonight’s Innisfree Poetry Bookstore & Café Fifth Anniversary/Anne Waldman Lune Release Celebration, I had to talk to the glowing, cratery satellite ball orbiting the whole situation, Joseph Braun. I’ve known Joe since he came to Boulder in 2011, and now it would be hard to imagine The Scene without him. When you …

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Innisfree’s Brian Buckley Interviewed by Jonathan Montgomery

A couple weeks ago Brian Buckley, co-owner of the Innisfree Poetry Bookstore & Cafe, and I met at the store to talk about their recent move across the street to the Buchanan's space.  Here's the recorded conversation in which we cover... the new space the  direction of The Hill development and changes in Boulder (i.e. "The Boulder …

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Timeless, Infinite Light on Tour; Spotted on The Front Range by Angel Dominguez

“A parenthesis is a transplant, like a window.” -Lyn Hejinian (03.01.14 Woosley Heights) I first heard rumblings of Timeless, Infinite Light during the 2013 JKS Summer Writing Program; Emji Spero was wearing a shirt that read: POEM SWAG with an infinity symbol below the words. Needless to say, I needed to know this human writer …

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Jennifer Faylor’s Ghost Machine by Eric Raanan Fischman

At two a.m. we awaken to find that our 'DO NOT ENTER' sign has disappeared from our main map, at the border that separates the world from the heavens. When Jennifer Faylor turned three-years old, she was visited by three ghosts. This was no coincidence. The year before, she had been visited by two ghosts: …

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If God is the Door She is the Star: A Lisa Flowers Profile by Charlotte Annie

Meeting Lisa Flowers is like spotting a single red-winged blackbird, or watching salt gather on the banks of the Mississippi. When I first met her, I imagined we were standing on the edge of a cast iron balcony in Patras. Her voice was soft and familiar sounding, like the sound of Ella Fitzgerald. It didn’t …

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Hey, Hey, My, My, The Boulder Poetry Tribe Can Never Die by Jonathan Montgomery

Hey, hey, my, my, The Boulder Poetry Tribe can never die There's more to the picture than meets the eye Hey, hey, my, my... - Neil Young, RockStar   Neil Young wrote these words after witnessing The Tribe up close on a 1970's trip to Boulder.  I was not there at the time, and this …

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Dank P.h.a.r.t. the Pirate Poet Takes the Bus to The Bombay Gin Reading Series

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 …

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