NYC JULY 30: SRP AT BRYANT PARK

SIBLING RIVALRY PRESS AT BRYANT PARK
Tuesday, July 30
7:00

FEATURING:

Seth Pennington, Stephen S. Mills, Collin Kelley,
Joanna Hoffman, Matthew Hittinger, D. Gilson, Bryan Borland

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LONOKE

LONOKE by BRYAN BORLAND

QUEERTOPIA: THE POSTER

Queertopia

BOSTON, HERE WE COME

Seth and I will be bringing SRP to the annual AWP conference in Boston from March 6 – March 9. We will have a table (easy to remember: K-9), and I’ll be hosting a portion of the big Queertopia reading on Thursday, March 7:

Address: Moonshine Room of Club Cafe
209 Columbus Ave Boston, MA 02116
(617) 536-0966
Website of Location: http://www.clubcafe.com/banquets-catering/

The Sibling Rivalry Press portion of the event begins at 5:00 PM. The entire reading runs from 4:00 – 8:00 PM.

Seth will be reading, along with Jessie Carty, Raymond Luczak, Julie Enszer, Kevin Simmonds, Valerie Wetlaufer, Matthew Hittinger, Nicolas Destino, Saeed Jones, and Michael Klein. What a fantastic, diverse lineup! I’m so proud of SRP and what we’ve grown into.

In addition to hearing and reading some damn fine poetry, you’ll probably get to see me do things like give Seth piggyback rides, too. (See below. Yeah, I’m nauseatingly in love.)

On the writing front, new work has been accepted by Rhino and Amsterdam Quarterly. I’ve also seen my poetic style evolve thanks to intense poetry study sessions with Seth. Through these, I’ve become enamored with the poetry of Adrienne Rich, which is really influencing my own work as late. Hope to share some new poems soon.

Love, love, love.

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Pacific Coast New Year’s Poem

I want to be old with you here     read the paper.
grumble about politics and the weather

offer crumpled sections of the Chronicle
to young men from the hostel     I want

to know cops by their first names     know when
the pastries are fresh and the women aren’t

I want to have our own crooked patio full
of plants we’d never seen     before California

I want to die first here after a full life
because I’d know these streets would hold you

steady     because I’d know you’d see the bay
and remember the night we chose fire over fireworks

us doing our familiar dance     jazz and you
falling asleep in the bend of my arm

this was where we lived
anywhere     was where we lived.

- Journal Entry
1 January 2013
Caffe Trieste
San Francisco, California