Archive for January, 2010

POEM FOR R.M. by A.D. Winans

Posted in A.D. Winans with tags on January 13, 2010 by Scot

 
She drove a hummer
And shopped at Walmart
Had a bad smoker’s cough
Restless leg syndrome
Chattering teeth
And a rash that doctors
Had no explanation for
 
She owned two homes
Had no debts
A good job and money
In the bank
But shopped for clothing
At the thrift store
 
She shed men like a baby
Sheds diapers
Liked to talk poetry
But only her own
Liked cunnilingus
But fellatio was not
On the menu
Her motto:  “When in Doubt
Don’t put it in your mouth.”
Which didn’t apply to Starbucks
Or dining at Yuppie restaurants
And she asked why
I thought we weren’t compatible

William Taylor Jr. Reading from the Hunger Season

Posted in VIDEOS with tags on January 11, 2010 by Scot

Two Poems by Justin Hyde

Posted in Justin Hyde with tags on January 10, 2010 by Scot

at the harvest cafe

the twenty year old woman
sitting across from me
is stacking
our plates and silverware.

she does this
every restaurant we go to.

she used to be a waitress
and knows how hard they work.

i wipe syrup
off my fork
ask her
what she wants to do
after we go
to iowa city
for her treatment.

i don’t want
to go,
she says
biting her lower lip

disappearing
somewhere in her
mind.

she’s very tired
this morning
bags under her eyes
but you’d never guess
she’s full of
cancer.

only me
and a couple of her
close friends at college
know.

won’t tell her family

doesn’t want them
to worry.

lets run away
to jamaica
right now,
she says.

anything you want
honey,
i say
holding her hand
under the table.

_____________________________________

everyone deserves an ear

if nothing else
their inane chatter
will reinforce
the sanction
and vigor
of your
misanthropic outlook

and on rare occasions

like last night

truth
sneaks out
from the
thin human design:

odell was
telling me
about his second wife
latoya.

said she
took to crack cocaine
the way
most people take to
food and water.

he tried everything

but couldn’t
reason with her.

the string broke
when he came home
from work
and the refrigerator
and oven
were gone.

sometimes
all you can do
is smack a bitch,
he told me.

i’m not
a proponent
of violence
against women:

but we clanked beer bottles

and i drank

to the

universal concept.

Paul Corman Roberts

Posted in Paul Corman Roberts, VIDEOS with tags on January 9, 2010 by Scot

Charles Plymell

Posted in VIDEOS with tags on January 8, 2010 by Scot

Catherine B. Young, 1922-1993

Posted in Scot Young on January 7, 2010 by Scot

Happy Birthday Mom

when angels visit

it is usually when
i come home
walk through the door
of yesterday
or sometimes
late at night
when for no reason
i wake up
startled
heart beating too fast
and catch the brief
smell of cigarettes

i listen
sound
of wind
that rattles in the attic
or that one spot
that squeaks  when the cat
walks across the kitchen floor

trying
to make sense of this
i doze back off
content
knowing you were
just checking in

News and Views

Posted in Uncategorized on January 7, 2010 by Scot

You will find a new link –top right– to the Rusty Truck Press–this blog will keep you updated on Rusty Truck news and updates as well function as a place for me to blog .

Julia Vinograd reads at Moe’s

Posted in Julia Vinograd, VIDEOS with tags on January 7, 2010 by Scot

AFGHANISTAN VISION

Posted in Stephen Jarrell Williams with tags on January 6, 2010 by Scot

Barefoot I step on bullets lined in shiny rows,
boots drying by the fire flickering and popping
the Afghan night, heavy air
pushing my ears in, my balls in, my mind in
a constant crunch,

I’m a natural smoke dancer,
trying to chant us all the way back home
to the valley city with palms and pretty girls
staying up all night in a music wash of sighs,

my troop hoping I make it, pulling them with me
through time and reckless sins
stirred in the morning coffee of old men
dictating where we piss and who we piss on,

I fall flat on my face, sweating,
the bullets scattered by my toes,
a bullet,
a toe,
blurring

trance
connecting
thousands of miles meaning nothing,
the magic of America,
magic from long ago

memories
bringing me home for a moment
before our deaths.

THE SPEAK EASY…

Posted in THE SPEAK EASY with tags , on January 4, 2010 by Scot

Rusty Truck: How often do you participate in readings/are they important in the promotion of poetry?

Todd Moore: Reading poetry to strangers for nothing is a mug’s game.  Whenever I get the itch for a little pain, I do it.

William Taylor Jr. Reading are a good way to introduce your work to a wider audience.  Of course, that only works if people actually show up.  I like reading my work, and listening to the audience reaction can be a good way to judge whether or not your poems are doing what you meant for them to do.

Chris Toll: Get out there and read in public. Often. Read where people adore you. Read where everyone is drunk and ignoring you. Read.

Father Luke: Funny about that. I seem to rub people the wrong way. I was born in Santa Cruz, California. Santa Cruz is kind of a trendy little poetry corner now, with both the Small Press and the Large. The small press poets are much better, which is usually the case.
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