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.
We are so excited to bring a brand new face to today’s A Rrose in a Prose (among many new faces): Corey Saucier!
Corey Saucier is a Lyrical Philosopher and a Black Queer Christian Poet, Author, and Playwright. He is a Los Angeles Native and was a Lambda Literary Emerging LGBT Voices Fellow in Non-Fiction (2011) and Fiction Genre (2014); and was awarded the UCLA’s Writers Program Scholarship in 2012-2013.
In addition to being an active member of the performing arts community, he is currently a featured columnist in A&U Magazine. Corey is penning his first novel tentatively titled:“Clover” – A dark speculative fiction piece about Fairies, Homosexuals, and God…
He also has a Tumblr (@www.Justwords.tumblr.com), but it’s mostly just filled with naked pictures.
Come see Corey, 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 you can enjoy delicious syrupy POPSICCKLLLES absolutely free, as well as all the Halloween candy that you’re not already sick of! It’s gonna be a humdinger of epic proportions, and to miss it is akin to missing your own mother’s birth! (See? Already we’re throwing out mind-bending metaphor and stick-it-in-your-eye analogies! Come see more!)
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
Tomorrow at 2 p.m. SHARP at Stories Books is our next A Rrose in a Prose. The theme is “Jekyll and Hyde” and one of our many literary heroes is performing, Kenzo Martinez!
Kenzo Martinez is a multi-disciplined, Los Angeles based artist and community organizer active in various underground art circles. Currently, Kenzo is creative director of the B-boy, DeeJay, and graffiti programs for the youth arts non-profit “J.U.i.C.E.” (Justice United in Creative Energy) which provides the undeserved ares of Los Angeles with free arts programming as well as Co-Organizer for the Independent publishing festival “L.A Zine Fest”. A His most recent zine, Midnight Language is a collection of works focused on the culturally suppressed histories of underground peoples’ movements.
You can see him tomorrow, along with sooooo many more amazing authors, at A Rrose in a Prose!
with all these other great authors, too!
Don Kingfisher Campbell
The Urban Street Poet
Luis Antonio Pichardo
at Stories Books and Cafe
1716 W Sunset Blvd, Los Angeles, California 90026
“We got a notion you’re gonna dig this potion.”
Another New Rrose: Raelee Nikole plays acoustic pop/soul for us, for the first time, Sunday afternoon!
Somewhere in the middle of that 2 – 5 slot on Sunday is yet ANOTHER new treat for the ARiaP crowd… Raelee Nikole!
Raelee is a twenty year old Acoustic Pop/Soul Singer/songwriter from San Diego who has performed everywhere from the local farmer’s market sidewalk to the House Of Blues Main Stage. After making waves in the San Diego music scene for the past five years, she released her debut album on May 29th, 2015, named “Answers,” which showcases the groovy self-empowering songs that her live performances are known for, as well as new, more introspective songs that question her life and the coming of age.
She’s also aware that hosts D. M. Collins and Art Currim are still asking themselves questions about their own lives and ages, e.g. “how am I still alive at this age?” and “is poetry an artform, or is it just people saying what they would normally say anyway, but slower?” Despite their creeping senility, she has agreed to come and lay down some music for them and for the masses, in between bouts of literature and poetry by several other luminaries, Sunday afternoon. Don’t miss it!
We’re excited to invite Nancy Lynée Woo to the A Rrose in a Prose stage Sunday, for the first time ever!
Nancy Lynée Woo is a 2015 PEN Center USA Emerging Voices Fellow, and founding editor of social justice literary press Lucid Moose Lit. She is currently working on a collection of poems about her mixed heritage, called The Great Divide. She graduated UC Santa Cruz with a degree in sociology, and works in marketing. Often caught cavorting around Long Beach, CA, this poet can also be found at nancylyneewoo.com.
You can catch her and the rest of the ARiaP crew at Stories Books at 2 p.m.
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
August 16: A Rrose in a Prose, ZZyZx WriterZ, L.A. Zine Fest, Poetry Palooza @ Echo Park Rising: Just Good Enough
On August 16, A Rrose in a Prose is making things even bigger and better, in collaboration with some of the smartest people in town! Maybe it’s TOO good for this month’s theme, “Just Good Enough?” Look how many double-plus good people are plans are converging on our neck of the literary nape:
- Stories Books and Cafe will be smack dab in the middle of all the Echo Park Rising action on that weekend, so A Rrose in a Prose is going to be a featured event of Echo Park Rising!
- We’re partnering with ZZyZx WriterZ this time out, as part of their “Poetrypalooza” fest! Poetrypalooza has been coming to every great venue in town one by one this month, with the express purpose of kicking poetic ass and chewing bubblegum, and they’re all out of rowdy, ruddy tears. They’ll be doing a lot of stuff at the end of our event that don’t normally do, including an open mic! So if you’re not reading as a featured performer at A Rrose in a Prose this time, expect lots of opportunities to share and create art. Think workshops, open mics, and other forms of collaborative art, all slated to happen right after our features conclude.
- We’re also getting some love from L.A. Zine Fest, who will have a TON of zines available to read and buy. Who knows, maybe some Zine Fest zenzations will be on hand to help you create your own?
- Oh, did we mention that Stories Books and Cafe also has ICED DRINKS?!? COLD thingies to make you COLD if it is not so COLD! Icey cold things, and lots of them!
- We also have a very special secret musical treat for all of you, slated to play at 5 p.m.!
Our list of featured authors and poets is as talented as it is joyous, somehow even during the “angry” material. You’ll leave brimming with new feelings and ideas after seeing this crew:
- Beverly M. Collins (Quiet Observations, and loud love!)
- Matt Sedillo (Grand Slam champion and socialist scholar)
- Emily Hunt (ARiaP newbie who may just outshine us all!)
- Laura Avila (young spoken word secret weapon!)
- Stephen Kalinich (Beach Boys lyricist and peace activist)
- F Douglas Brown (prized teacher/poet and DJ of words)
… and don’t forget hosts DM Collins and Art Currim, who will be organizing the entire afternoon along with great helpers from ZZyZx Writerz, soon to be announced!
Plus there’ll be a haunting, courageous floor show near the end, where DM will reveal that he was Cecil the Lion all along.
Are you still reading? Good! Then you are ONE OF US! See you on the 16th at 2 p.m. These partnerships are a one time thing, so miss it on August 16 and miss it forever!
Until we do it again.
Have I told you that you look younger every day?
So does the state of writing in America, which gets stronger every day even as our populace becomes more educated and literate!
Come celebrate at Stories BooksandCafe on March 8, 2 p.m., with all these deceptive smarties, who will be reading and/or performing and/or bearing their souls and/or making pies for leprosy:
… and probably many MORE that signed on at L.A. Zine Fest but who we’ve now TOTALLY forgot because we’re just THAT professional.
And if you’re not careful, you just might learn something.
Lit Long and Prosper!
This exquisite corpse comes from the audience at our Echo Park Rising A Rrose in a Prose event at Stories Books. And it’s so good, I think people were cheating, looking back at all the prose that was written before them. But whatever works, right? This is art, not science, and in art, and perhaps falsifying your results is the most “artificial” thing you can do, in the very best Shakespearean sense of artificiality.
Anyway, if you participated in writing this, I’d love it if you’d share your name in the comments. Maybe you’re even one of the below folks in the slowly gathering throng?
Or maybe not! And perhaps with this kind of purity, anonymity is best.
Oh, and sorry for taking so long to post–I completely lost this two-paged beast of an exquisite corpse, and only found it when I opened Gitane Demone’s amazing book that I had half-finished, and found I’d used this as a bookmark. Anyway, if you enjoy exquisite corpses, you probably also enjoy rambling stories, but too bad! This one ends now, so that you can feast your eyes on the actual work you came here to read…
The Glass Eye, and the Horse in the Bowl
Turning 50 is very different from turning 40. Does one look backward and learn from the past, or look forward and plan for old age?
Cats need only to groom and sleep and play. Is thinking about age cathartic or a waste of time? Love is patient, love is kind… the saying, “hindsight is 20/20,” is complete bullshit. I’ve been told by all authorities I’m a good writer. Too many people need me right now!
I don’t consider myself a writer at all, but I got a venereal disease anyway. It came in many colors: green, yellow, and finally blood red. But even though I was afflicted with VD, I still couldn’t help falling in love with her: the auburn hair cascading down her lithe-pale shoulders, that oh-so-teardrop bottom melting into her creamy smooth legs. I reminded myself to never fall for a girl who looks good from behind. But it was far too late for that. I steeled myself to her inevitable rejection and reached out to touch that alabaster shoulder.
It was near sunset; we shot his dogs. It was bad. Then we went inside and we drank. I placed the jar of lice in the cupboard and went inside to feed the termites. Last night I snuck into Andre’s house and stole his peg leg—it should last them for at least a week, and besides, with his habit, he won’t be leaving his room for some time. Sad. But after a week, that wooden leg is not enough. I’m desperate, and I do love my friends, but Susan’s glass eye will have to be the next offering.
So again, I make my nighttime skulk. I also bring an ice cream scoop. Susan is fast asleep, even snoring, skipping and laughing in the land of nod. I reach for her soft eyelid. “This will only sting for a second,” I say as I hold the madly buzzing needle toward the corner of her eye. “And then your eyeliner will be perfect forever!”
Her nose began to twitch. The salon was perfectly silent. Perfect for my first time. The needle made contact. And for a minute I thought she must really be freaking out. Is it hurting her? What does it feel like? When, suddenly, I realized that she was me. The needle was making contact with my arm.
“Shit!” I howled. I hate needles! There was a little blood, and I thought, how did I get here?
But why did I care?
I’ll just sit in this place, watching the blood. I’ll take a moment to consider all that’s happened. And, maybe, after a while, I’ll have the enthusiasm to see what actually is next. Didn’t I have somewhere to be? I love the way sweat rolls down her breast. Why did I even bother going home?
I go home, rest, eat, walk the dog. Tommy didn’t even eat his food. When I go home, I know: the horse ass will still be in his bowl. Pointy nails scratch best. This modern horticulture gives way to life, gives way to growth…
I hate the way you stomp your feet. I hate what it does to me: throwing off the rhythm of my story with your own. I lose myself in the metaverse (who is this?). Michael gets the last word: it fades, like the yellow in piss. Cha-cha-cha—tu eres solo SHUT UP, yell at the moon!
The last time I had the uncontrollable urge to kill was when I got stuck in a coffee/book shop with some odd characters reading out in Swahili… I think. But inside is a cold, rippling ocean of deep grey/blue, with mist spraying about—just on the verge of turbulence.
We drove too fast for the car to stop. Over the beach, passing the coast, passing seagulls, the car just kept going. And we accepted this.