RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – June 24, 2015

June 26, 2015

Zorida Mohammed

The Lost Parents

He rented her out
in the summer,
when no one would notice.

Always to a man,
a man with a car,
one of her father’s friends.

She’d been warned to heed the renter’s bidding.

They lived in the car,
and sometimes in a motel.

She was 13.

Her mother had disappeared early on.
Her siblings were “vipers.”

She searched and found her mother
in a mental hospital.
Or was it a an old folks home?

She forgave her everything.
The visit made her almost high

But the silence that followed
when her mother melted back into her world
plunged her into a wilderness.

Even her forgiveness
was not trick enough.

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Robert Graham Stritch – My Own Things

June 19, 2015

Robert Graham Stritch performed at the Sixth Biennial Conference of the William Carlos Williams Society, held at William Paterson University. His song “My Own Things” uses lines from William’s poems as lyrics to a beautiful melody.



RWB Workshop Poem of the Week – June 17, 2015

June 18, 2015

Zorida Mohammed

Escaping To The Ravine Again

The humdrum meaningless shit I had to do
over and over and over again.
My poor little life was choking to death
under kids I did not make, and the yoke
that grown ups in poverty foist on their kids.
The drudge work would not be so unbearable
if the folks in charge did not dog and kick you
for not doing it the way, the only way
one of them would have done it.

Anyway, here I am at the end of my career,
and I’m in the ravine again,
chasing fish on the internet, not fish,
but any article that catches my fancy
while paperwork waits—
the endless pile of paperwork.

I have to duck out to keep my sanity,
to free my brain, drown it in the ravine,
so I can last the rest of the day.
I do it between scheduled clients.
I make a beeline for the internet ravine,
flowing with all sorts of small fry life,
snippets that I can trap and tap into immediately,
a little mystery, learning something new,
propping me up, drinking ravine water,
internet-water delaying me
from getting back to the endless noting
and documenting.

and all other projected psychic apparatus,
reside in the body, the whole body,
not only in that pile of grey, grey matter
housed in our heads.

It reminds me of Indians toting cow shit
to purify their dwellings.

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GV – Six-Year Celebration for Magic Circle

June 18, 2015

The Magic Circle returns to GainVille Café in Rutherford, NJ on Friday, June 26 for its six-year anniversary! There will be cake!

Our special musical feature will be Rutherford bass maestro PETE McCULLOUGH doing a solo bass recital. Pete’s just back from a nationwide tour with Streetlight Manifesto and he’s all warmed up and ready to go.

Our special featured poet will be BOB MURKEN, a member of the Red Wheelbarrow Poets’ writing workshop, who has been published in our anthology and elsewhere.

The Red Wheelbarrow Poets’ Bring-Your-A-Game open mic will follow, with generous reading times.

17 Ames Ave., 7 PM.
$7 donation includes coffee/tea and dessert.
(201) 507-1800.


RWB Poets at the NYC Poetry Festival, 7/26/15

June 17, 2015

The Red Wheelbarrow Poets will be reading at the NYC Poetry Festival on Governor’s Island. Join us on Sunday, July 26th, 4:00pm at The Chumley’s Stage. This is our second year at the festival. Claudia Serea will host. Our readers include Zorida Mohammed, John Barrale, Mark Fogarty, Anton Yakovlev and Wayne L. Miller.

Many other groups will be reading on three different stages between 11:00am and 5:30pm during Saturday and Sunday.

Travel directions here.


Birthday Sonnet – Matthew Rohrer

June 14, 2015

Morning bombed out car
smell in the neighborhood
chocolate and almond croissant
when everything else is closed
your new earrings pull down
your ears you are shy like they are
restaurants are too fussy
you just want blue sky
in a little circle overhead
with me it’s all the same
overcast days always turn me on
like Paris you are beautiful
though you’ve been around awhile

Matthew Rohrer

MATTHEW ROHRER featured at the Williams Center on April 1st, 2015. He has graciously contributed this poem. Matthew is the author of several books of poems, most recently DESTROYER AND PRESERVER, published by Wave Books, and SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS, forthcoming in April 2015. His poems have been widely published and anthologized, and he is the recipient of the Hopwood Award, and a Puschcart Prize, among others. He lives in Brooklyn and teaches at NYU.

WCW – Douglas Goetsch

June 13, 2015

Wednesday, July 1, 2015, 7 p.m.

Williams Center for the Arts
One Williams Plaza, Rutherford NJ

Plus the words of William Carlos Williams
and open readings from the floor

Contact: John Barrale – john.barrale@gmail.com

DOUGLAS GOETSCH is the author of seven volumes of poems, most recently Nameless Boy (2015, Orchises Press). His writing has appeared in many of the leading journals, including The New Yorker, Poetry, The Gettysburg Review, The American Scholar, The Southern Review and Best American Poetry. He is the recipient of fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the New York Foundation for the Arts, a Pushcart Prize, and the Donald Murray prize for non-fiction writing. He resides in New York City, is a renowned writing teacher, and is the founding editor of Jane Street Press. Visit him at www.douglasgoetsch.com

from Joe’s Tax

Are we ever more innocent than when doing taxes?
I’m not talking about how we rob the country
by deducting the case of Alpo we bought on Take

Your Dog To Work day, but just the helpless
look on our faces, the week-end in early spring
we’re hunkered down at a desk or kitchen table

strewn with receipts and instructions
from a government so much bigger than us,
hovering in space like a circle of priests…


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