For National Poetry Month, today I read “Lake Havasu” by Lisa Wells from The Fix (University of Iowa Press):
For National Poetry Month, today I read Devin Kelly’s “The Old Catcher Considers The Failing Of His Knees” (Hobart Journal, 2021):
Today for National Poetry Month, I read Maggie Nelson’s “Tell Me” from something bright, then holes (Soft Skull Press):
For National Poetry Month, today I read Roger Reeves “Tortoise Moves Toward The Sea” from King Me (Copper Canyon Press):
Today for National Poetry Month, I read Rebecca Schiff’s “Keep an Eye on It” from The Bed Moved (Vintage):
Today for National Poetry Month, I read James Nippon’s “Butterfly”:
Today for National Poetry Month, I read “Clouds, Begin Here” by Susan Rich from her collection Cloud Pharmacy (White Pine Press).
Today for National Poetry Month, I read Bill Soldan’s “Always that Child” from his stunning new collection, So Fast, So Close (Close to the Bone Publishing) Enjoy!
It’s hard to believe we launched our 15th issue of Bending Genres yesterday! With over 35 pieces, hybrid in style: poetry, flash fiction and creative non-fiction. This is a superb issue and I have to thank our excellent, devoted editors: Jonathan Cardew, Emily Bertholf, Corey Holzman, Connie Malloy, Sara Comito, Davon Loeb, Samuel Fox, Len Kuntz, David O’ Connor, and Meg Tuite. Also huge thanks to KJ for the upload, and to Adam Robinson for that and so much more. We are a fortunate team, indeed.
Also, when our Wisconsin BG Retreat location, Cedar Valley, had to close until September 4th, this left us without a location. Within ten days, we secured French Country Inn in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. Same dates as originally planned: August 16- 22. A perfect time to create, to generate new work and ideas, to be with like-minded writers and artists.
Our second BG retreat at Synergia, on the high desert outside of Santa Fe, will be September 1- 7. Meg Tuite and I plan to practice all of the safety aspects: distancing, working 6 feet apart, even our meals will be practiced with safety in mind. I can’t tell you what a difference it makes to have these plans. Especially now. There are only a couple of spots open. Join us, and if you have any questions, just email Meg or me. Or both:
I will be leading the June 19- 21 Bending Genres online weekend workshop, “Stop Making Sense.” More information is here: https://bendinggenres.com/product/robert-vaughan-stop-making-sense-writing-the-absurd-meaningless-whimsical-and-silly-june-19-21/
This is a great time to say thanks, to everyone who has made me a better person. To all of my friends and family. To anyone who thinks change is still possible. You are important. Your life has meaning.
The end of April is always a sad occurrence for me, because National Poetry Month closes. This doesn’t mean poetry can’t be read throughout the year, of course. But the focus on poetry, and poems, especially given the current state of our world, has been such a boon. Here is how I wrapped up the last three days of my National Poetry Month readings:
On April 28th, I read Nick Flynn’s “Emptying Town” from Some Ether (Graywolf Press):
On April 29th, I read Mary Ruefle’s “Little Golf Pencil” from My Private Property (Wave Books):
On April 30th, I read Joy Harjo’s “Remember” from Academy of American Poets:
And at Bending Genres, we wrapped up our “Found in the Forest” weekend workshop led by Wendy Oleson. So many incredible, innovative pieces were developed, and the support was off the charts. Join us on May 22- 24 when Tyler Barton will teach his “Artifact Lit” weekend workshop: https://bendinggenres.com/product/tyler-barton-artifact-lit-may-22-24/
Also, our fiction editor, Meg Tuite, kicked off a new project called Bending Genres Productions. She selected a poem by Colin Pope from his stunning book, Why I Didn’t Go To Your Funeral. Meg chose “Still Life with Casket in the Distance,” and with a cast of 15 or so writers, a videographer Brian Mihok, they captured this haunting, evocative experience: https://bendinggenres.com/2020/04/30/colin-pope-video/
Get outside. Be safe. Take care of yourself and of each other. Life is precious.