I didn't know what to expect when I signed up to be a vendor at the Chicago Book Expo 2011 because this was my first time at such an event where I'd sit behind a table and sell Solace in So Many Words. So Saturday morning in the car on my way to Uptown I wondered what I had gotten myself into. But my anxiety was for naught because the Expo was terrific. I loved all the different aspects of it. First off, I put the squeeze on Joan Corwin and J. Scott Smith to sit with me … [Read more...]
Chicago Book Expo 2011
Weighed Words just signed on to participate in the Chicago Book Expo 2011 this weekend, November 19 and 20, at the Uptown Goldblatt's Building (formerly Border's Books), 4720 N. Broadway. Put on by the Chicago Writers House Project, the expo will showcase more than 40 Chicago fiction and poetry presses in this pop-up bookstore. The extravaganza also features an after-party concert on Saturday night by Joan of Arc and the Uptown Poetry Slam at The Green Mill on Sunday. And … [Read more...]
Susan O’Donnell Mahan
I first met Susan O'Donnell Mahan in Minneapolis when we both attended the launch of Kiss Me Goodnight. The poem she wrote for that book is titled "World View" and is about her mother Florence 'Sis' O'Donnell who died when Susan was 14. Susan and a couple other poets who appeared in Kiss Me Goodnight (Patti Wojcik Wahlberg and Tekla Dennison Miller) responded to my call for submissions. And now Susan and I keep up on Facebook, where I noticed she has published some poems. … [Read more...]
Amen
On Sunday, after attending the After Hours event, I went to the wake for the father of a friend. The holy card struck me as a source of solace, and this is what it said: When through one man a little more love and goodness, a little more light and truth come into the world then that man's life has had meaning. … [Read more...]
Transported
Since the previous post is about After Hours, I thought it appropriate to post a poem of mine that was published by Al DeGenova and P. Hertel in After Hours in 2002. Transported Riding home from the orthodontist on the crowded Lawrence Avenue bus, my body swaying to its stops and lurches, holding the sweaty metal pole, I stood before an old man, his gray cement eyes set on me so I smiled, imagining I was brightening his … [Read more...]
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