“The State of Nature”
Don’t trust the truster.
Yet distrust disappoints
And we’re all
humans, all men
normal, all women wanting
You can’t hoard freedom
A philosopher’s slave once
took this dictation:
My freedom ends where
your freedom begins.
All are enemies,
our only hopes.
When we take
But fear more, in the
dark and wild places,
climbing into the
-D. M. Collins
I was at a great workshop regarding “the feminine” and femininity this weekend, and got several workable poems out of it. Here’s one.
I was young. I loved.
And so I didn’t ask.
I was afraid you’d fear me,
Or I’d fear your response.
Now I am not young.
And I do not love.
But I would ask.
-D. M. Collins
Nikol Hasler used to get up to a lot of nonsense, but has aged and mellowed into a no-nonsense type of bird. Author of “Sex: An Uncensored Introduction” and mother of three, she pays her rent on her valley apartment as the Project Manager of the web team at KCET. She’s an avid pickler and cook, and spends far too much time watching television. Also, if you want to know anything about wombats, she’s a decent source for that.
You can see her and all these other people at Stories Books on Sunday, Nov. 29 at 2 p.m. at our A Rrose in a Prose: Luscious Leftovers event:
Carolina Hoyos (A Girl I Know)
Rick Lupert (Poetry Super Highway)
lucifer sam (Dee-Are Records)
Jason Lynn (Act of Love, with Hans-Joachim Roedelius)
Christopher Zeischegg (The Wolves That Live in Skin and Space)
Sean Carnage (the host with the most!)
Plus bring food for our potluck, and puns for our pun contest!
Don’t be a turkey. You should relish this opportunity. PEAS, for your own sake, attend this event.
Another great author who will knock us OUT with her skill today is none other than the famous, the fabulous, the forthcoming-bookish Trista Hurley-Waxali!
Trista Hurley-Waxali is the author of the poetry chapbook Dried Up. Her work has appeared in the journals FORTH, Enclave, and Street Line Critics, well as in the Procyon Short Story Anthology 2014 (Tayen Lane Publishing, 2015). She has performed at the O’bheal Poetry Series in Cork, Ireland and in a Helsinki Poetry Connection Poetry Jam TransLate Night Show.
Seriously, kids, you do NOT want to miss this. This is a poet/author who can both write ’em AND read ’em! And don’t you DARE think that the rainy day today will stop her powers! Just look at how amazing she was in the realm of perennial rain, Ireland (courtesy of the O’Bheal Poetry Series):
Trista lives in West Hollywood, where she is working on her first novel, At This Juncture. Come see Trista, and all the below stars, at 2 p.m. SHARP at Stories Books and Cafe in Echo Park!
… plus surprise guests that will AMAZE and TERRIFY you!
We meet in the back, and to encourage those in Los Angeles who dislike what the describe as “weather,” we’ll give free popsicles to the first 40 attendees! (See? Who said serious fiction and ridiculous amounts of corn syrup couldn’t go literally hand in hand?)
JEKYLL AND HYDE: A RROSE IN A PROSE LITERARY SALON
OCT. 18, 2 P.M.
HOSTED BY ART CURRIM AND D. M. COLLINS
@ STORIES BOOKS
1716 W Sunset Blvd, Los Angeles, California 90026
Just when you think that A Rrose in a Prose could devolve into a scuzzy place, full of identity thieves and clowns who forget to bring their makeup, we do something like this: book another great writer, class the place up, and even make sure to put the guy’s biography up before the show!
F. Douglas Brown, is the author of Zero to Three (University of Georgia Press 2014), recipient of the 2013 Cave Canem Poetry Prize, and selected by Tracy K. Smith. Mr. Brown, an educator for twenty years, teaches English at Loyola High School of Los Angeles, an all-boys Jesuit school. He holds a MA in Literature and Creative Writing from San Francisco State University, and is both a Cave Canem and Kundiman fellow, two organizations that cultivate the poetry of African-Americans and Asians respectively. His poems have appeared in The Virginia Quarterly Review (VQR), The Bat City Review, Toegood Poetry, The Sugar House Review, Cura Magazine, Muzzle Magazine, Transfer Magazine and Santa Clara Review. Mr. Brown was featured in Poets and Writers Magazine as one of their Debut Poets of 2014 (Jan/Feb 2015).
So come down and see Mr. Brown as well as Mr. Kalinich, Ms. Collins, Mr. Collins, and a bunch of other people who all have last names! Here’s that poster again, in case you have visual memory loss:
And hey kids, guess what? If you don’t come round to Stories Books at 2 p.m. Sunday and see F. Douglas Brown and the rest of our amazing authors give it all they’ve got, I have it on good authority that spiders are going to hollow out your liver and use it to breed centipedes.
-D. M. Collins
Apparently there is some kind of challenge going on in virtual land about writing five poems in five days?
It couldn’t come at a worse time. I’m ridiculously busy, seemingly incapable of transcribing simple interviews I need to present to publications I’ve been writing for; and meanwhile, my day job has gotten harder, longer, and more prone to fatiguing me early in the working day than ever, making writing that much harder.
In short, I needed an excuse to push my ADD to the limit and take on a NEW task! Here’s my first example:
Random I Movement
I wanted to sleep, but
I want a
I wanted to write, and I
But it was
-D. M. Collins
In only one hour, we’re having this month’s A Rrose in a Prose at Stories Books in Echo Park! Please attend.
To whet your whistle, here is the exquisite corpse we created at last month’s amazing event. It’s written by virtually everyone who was in attendance, and it goes from dark to political to comic. It’s almost like life in reverse!
L.A.W.S. #27 is happening, and I’m a part of it! It’s during the annual Lotus Festival, but hey, is there ever a bad time to let words bloom?
My new buddy Seven Dhar and I are gonna be closing this event, but there are so many great things happening within it, and YOU could be a participant! So get to this address by 6 p.m. Sunday afternoon, Sir or Mim:
1836 W Sunset Blvd. LA 90026
Echo Park/Silver Lake Area (next to The Echo, and, like, down a flight of stairs into a cool secret lair!)
Seven and I perform about 9 p.m.
Read all about it here!
A friend of mine is going through a tough time. If anyone deserves NOT a tough time, it’s her. And yet it’s bad, bad enough to make you think that God is real, and he’s as evil and conniving as The Leprechaun.
Friend, here’s a poem I wrote about you a few years ago. There’s a bit about your oldest son in here, too. I dunno, maybe it’ll make you feel a little better to know I once thought of you and was compelled enough to express my feelings on paper.
I read this aloud once, right in front of you, at A Rrose in a Prose. You might not have caught the subject matter at hand, but I think you might’ve…
P.S. I just realized there is some inconsistent poetic punctuation stuff going on in this version of the poem. I’m feeling too lazy to go back and fix the image. So, friend, I ask your forgiveness.
Revolutions fail when they succeed;
Their spoils spoil in glory’s stale heat.
I freed love from debtor’s jail,
And was rewarded with debts.
Tyranny’s cancer will never die.
Till every cell is separated,
I scoff as love’s prison guards
Still lock each other in cramped cells;
But where will I sleep tonight?
I’d bomb a million banks to get that back.
But time can’t be pried
from under the fingers
of executed execs,
once so eager to squeeze the throttle
that has no reverse.
They even owned our skill in owning.
I would not own you.
But how you love a uniform.
And so do I.
-D. M. Collins