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One day Shana and I were walking down the Boulder Creek path, and we were drawn to an eddy along its bank. It was autumn, and fallen leaves were everywhere, and they were swirling around in the water. They each had their own separate destiny. Some moved round and round the whirlpool. Some got stuck …
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 …
Four walls. One window. They were all wearing shoes. Jake Grieco strummed an electric guitar on his bed while Dani Ferrara, in a wheely swivel-chair, passed me the blunt. Together, they formed the art-punk supergroup, Warm Dad. Neither of them seemed to notice the little demons that waddled about the floor, digging in closets, …
Continue reading “John Carpenter’s ‘The Skyline House” starring Eric R Fischman
The ink splattered tie-dye and oblong, circle cow-print patterned, helium balloons loitered peacefully suspended, and scattered overhead in the living-room of this one-story duplex rental just east of CU campus: the Skyline House. Each of the tens of dozens of multicolored balloons had their lips tied tight with thin ribbons, loose and curled, hanging …
Continue reading “Punk-Rock Poetry House Party” by Urwill Rocks!
One day my girlfriend and I were walking around Pearl Street and decided to stop in one of those Tibetan gift stores, the ones with all the incensey smells and colorful tapestries and holy, golden figurines. We were casually looking for something that might empower us in the more non-Tibetan gift store realities of our …
Continue reading “Reed Bye, The Buddha of Boulder Poetry” by Jonathan Montgomery
"We are not constructed to contain such catastrophes; there must be a time of reconciliation." –Jaclyn Hawkins Being graced by the universe is rarely so much fun. I’ve been lucky enough to become a friend of Jaclyn Hawkins in the last year—and grace is the key word, here. And calm, and support. A fierce spirit. Jaclyn …
For starters, I apologize for my delay in posting this introduction for Miss Hannah Kezema. It seemed each time I sat down to write said introduction, I somehow found myself sitting with Hannah at the creek, on our patio, at the bar a box of wine deep but definitely still engaging in intellectual, slurred discussions. …
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 …
Continue reading Hey, Hey, My, My, The Boulder Poetry Tribe Can Never Die by Jonathan Montgomery
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. …
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
