I just got home from a snowy, poetry trip to NYC!
Monday night, I did an unannounced drop in on Louder Arts at Bar 13 in Union Square. What a night of poetry I walked in on! Jon Sands hosted a night that featured a memorable open mike and slam. I heard poets like Sean Conlon, Patrick Rosal, Lynn Procope, Geoff Kagan Trenchard, Elliott Smith and Adam Falkner.
Tuesday I met with my fabulous literary agent, Dan Lazar, and finally got to tour Writer’s House. I’m embarrassed to say that I was too sheepish to keep snapping photos inside, but rest assured that Writer’s House has as much dark wood paneling and as many marble steps as you would hope to see in a literary agency. The business occupies two adjacent counting houses built by William Waldorf and John Jacob Astor III in 1881. My agent sent me away with a reading list, an idea for a new project and a spring in my step.
Tuesday night, I featured at the Urbana Poetry Slam in the Bowery Poetry Club. I lucked out and performed on the night of a team slam, which means I was treated to performance poems from four venues in the Northeast. I discovered some new voices and heard from old favorites. I thoroughly enjoyed the show start to finish. Yes, that is Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, Joanna Hoffman, Taylor Mali, Brian “Omni” Dillon, Jon Sands, and Omar Holmon in the photo below!
On Wednesday night, I found myself briefly distressed when my reading partner for the event Page Meets Stage, C.K. Williams was forced to cancel due to the massive snowstorm that coated New York City that day. But, the distress melted away when Shappy Seashotz, poet and comedian, offered to fill in. True, the event became a sort of Stage Meets Stage, but it was also a wonderful night. Shappy is promoting his new book out on Penmanship Books called, “Spoken Nerd Revolution.” If you haven’t seen the Penmanship website, check it out! I also got to meet Bob Holmon, founder of the Bowery Poetry Club, who still practices old school heckling, yelling at Shappy from the audience, “That’s the worst poem I’ve ever heard in my life. The. Worst.”
I ended the night watching a snowball fight erupt out of the bar next door and then walking through the streets (NOT sidewalks) of Manhattan in the tire treads of the few cabs that braved the snow. Thank you New York City. You’ve done it again.