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Gloria Mindock, Editor   Issue No. 41   December, 2008



Welcome to the December, 2008 Newsletter

In November, two new chapbooks were published. Zero Boundaries by Irene Koronas and Flowering Weeds by Robert K. Johnson. Recently, the press releases were sent out. If you missed them, check out these chapbooks on our homepage.

We have four more chapbooks to print to complete our 2008 year. The next chapbook to be released will be by our 2007 poetry chapbook prize winner, Korkut Onaran.

Released this month is a new full-length book called Sarasota VII by Lo Galluccio. If you didn't get our press release on this book, check out information about it on our homepage.

Interviewed this month: Lo Galluccio, Frank Miller and Arnold Danielson

A Look at our 2008 Publications
A review for you to see all the chapbooks, e-books, and books we published this year.

To order any of these books, please visit:


Zero Boundaries
by Irene Koronas

Flowering Weeds
by Robert K. Johnson

From Tehran to Texas
by Roger Sedarat

Investigations: The Mystery
of the Girl Sleuth

by Kathleen Aguero

by Eric Wasserman

The News Today
by George Held

The Conquest of Somalia
by Gary Beck

Stunted Inner-Child Shot the TV
by Mike Amado

Ten Songs from Bulgaria
by Linda Nemec Foster

A Cure for Suicide
by Larissa Shmailo

Discarded: Poems for My

by Chad Parenteau

faustinetta, gegenschein, trapunto
by Diane Wald

by Catherine Sasanov

Isolate Flecks
by Kevin Gallagher

Survival Notes
by Adrian S. Potter

Illegal Border Crosser
by Michael Graves

Up From The Root Cellar
by Anne Harding Woodworth

this is where you go when
you are gone

by Timothy Gager

The Lengthening Radius
For Hate

by Gary Fincke

Chapbooks forthcoming in December by the following authors: Korkut Onaran,
Ioan Tepelea, Steve Glines, and Martin Burke

Full-length Books:

Bird Scarer
by Glenn Sheldon

The Season of Love
by Flavia Cosma

The Man in the Booth
in the Midtown Tunnel

by Doug Holder

On the Platform
(play in English and French)
by Denis Emorine

Sarasota VII
by Lo Galluccio

Full-lengths coming out in December by Michael Nash and Denis Emorine


I Ching
by Martin Burke

Look for one new poetry e-book this month by Jessica Harmon

I hope that if you missed ordering any of these chapbooks or books, you will order. Many of our chapbooks and books had numerous reviews. I am grateful to all the magazines and to the writers who graciously gave their time to write about our books. We still need to update these in our bookstore and will be gradually updating throughout the coming months.



This book review is forthcoming in the January issue of the Istanbul Literary Review.

Unfathomable Life

Robert K. Johnson's From Mist to Shadow (Ibbetson Street Press, 2006)
Flowering Weeds (Cervena Barva Press, 2008).

by Fred Marchant

In West of Your City (1961), William Stafford's first book, there is a poem to keep in mind when reading Robert K. Johnson's two most recent books of poetry. The Stafford poem is "The Well Rising." In three short-lined quatrains it offers the reader a mini-catalogue of quotidian miracles occurring all around us: a well rising without sound, a spring bubbling on a hillside, the swerving swallows, their decision-making as they bank. These are "thunderous examples," writes Stafford, and he ends the poem by saying "I place my feet / with care in such a world." Robert K. Johnson's new poems also step with care in his world, and by implication and experience they teach us the kind of attention such care requires.

Let us begin with Johnson's poetic line. It is invariably short, often enjambed, and always ceremonial. The line breaks never seem to hurry us along. Instead each line functions almost like an act of perception unto itself. Of course there are lines to follow, and as we move through them the poem grows by accretion and lamination. Here, as an example, is "Older," from Flowering Weeds:

You listen to a concert's
        swirl of melody
        or to the silent hum
        of sunlight on your face
and what rises deep inside you
        like a surge of June-warm surf
        climbing a sand-dune's slope
is a new nameless feeling
        that, somehow, includes
the press of love,
        the dogged grip of regret,
        catapulting joy
        and even merciless pain
and leads you to accept,
        as calmly as willow leaves
        accept a stir of wind,

everything past and present
        in your unfathomable life.

The deliberative pacing of this poem is one significant source of its beauty. The deliberation going on here, however, is filled with an almost subliminal tension. Something there is that moves this poem along, even as each line tries to slow it down, tries to isolate and name each stage of feeling, thought, or perception. It is that mini-drama at the end of each line that keeps us in the poem, wondering, and yet ready, open to the surprise of the places the poem takes us.

Johnson is also devoted to the sentence. In the curve and forward motion of his syntax is another significant source of beauty. A number of poems, for instance, consist of a single highly wrought sentence stretched out over the tenterhooks of lineation and stanza. "Four Hours After The Stroke," for instance, startles us each step of the way:

For a moment it is as if
        by standing on tiptoe
        I'm able to gain a peek
        above a windowsill
        see someone who must be
        a nurse her dress is so white
        walking toward a bed
        I'm lying propped up in
        and she starts to speak to me
        but my tired toes give way
        my body sags below
        the sill and I'm once again
        staring at thick fog
        grey as a prison cell.

This sentence verges on the edge of collapse, just as the speaker himself struggles not to fall. Almost falling into a run-on more than once, the sentence somehow holds itself together syntactically as we move along with it slowly, carefully, and at the end, sadly.

But if Johnson's verse is ceremonial, what ceremony is being enacted? If his poems consist of steady, step-by-careful steps, what is the nature of the journey? Sometimes it is a journey toward discovery, but his poems tend not to culminate or rest easy in sheer epiphany. From Mist to Shadow, the very title itself, hints that a life, like a day, is a journey from one darkness to the next, not an arriving at or dwelling long in a place where we see the light. His world and ours is utterly ephemeral. Our day can be studded with menace or near-madness, and there may be secret, eruptive threats moving underneath the surface. But in these poems there also is an overall affirmation. For all their stern realism, the central event in Johnson's poetry is his attention to tenderness, to our capacity to touch and be touched, to be moved by the marvelous, and to have our existence affirmed by what passes for ordinary life, which in these poems is never simply ordinary.

As Simone Weil said, prayer consists of attention. There is no theology hiding behind Johnson's poems, but his rhythms and images, and his careful attention to both, add up to prayer in a secular key. "Inside A Church in Rome," from Flowering Weeds presents us, for example, with the poet watching an elderly woman at prayer. Ordinarily he says he accepts "the sky as empty," but for that instant, as he watched, the poet is "wrapped inside the swirl // of a measureless longing / to share the faith that feeds / this woman's life." It is longing of this almost vertiginous sort that Robert K. Johnson's work embodies, enacts, and records. Yes, by the end of the poem, the feeling has passed, and that ephemerality too is real and felt. But for that moment, the poet has been touched by what he has seen. We encounter such moments throughout Johnson's poetry: especially in the natural world, where ducks might paddle smoothly across a moonlit pond, and above all in the world of our close relations, when one might be touched by a beloved's lips. In childhood memory and adult perplexity, in beauty and loss, in pleasure and pain, in mist and shadow, these poems chart one person's way as he moves through, is touched and touches his "unfathomable life."



Diving with the Whales by Stella Vinitchi Radulescu
March Street Press, 2008
ISBN: 1-59661-094-8
To order:

"In Stella Radulescu's poems, a second veil of stars seems to settle over the earth like the ashes of the dead, and yet the streets are lit up with the light of the new moon. Her poems are rich in connotations, metaphysically profound in some great unlocatable fashion…"
--David Dodd Lee, poet and editor, Half Moon Bay Editing

Poesia (Indian Bay Press) welcomes a new editor named Charles Douai. Welcome aboard Charles! To subscribe to Poesia, check out Poesia News, or to order books from Indian Bay Press, visit:



How to Write Nonsense Workshop

Saturday, December 13, 2008, 10 am-1 pm

Midway Studios
15 Channel Center Street
Fort Point, Boston

Karen Karin Rosenberg offers a workshop for anyone interested in creative writing—with or without prior experience in nonsense. $10 workshop fee.

Nonsense requires a delicate balance. If writers go too deep into their own fantasy world, they can be unintelligible to readers. On the other hand, if they stick too close to everyday reality, they can lose the humor, charm, and wonder of nonsense. This workshop will help beginning and advanced writers discover how far they can go in each direction. We will experiment with literary structures, techniques, and devices that can be used in many types of nonsense: poems, stories, plays, novels, and even political commentary. We will lead readers around our private heavens or hells. Since the success of nonsense often comes from its ability to surprise, participants will be encouraged to develop their imagination and their originality. Each participant will have the opportunity to discuss an individual project and "nonsense-exercises."

Karin Karen Rosenberg, co-founder of BackTalk Dance Theater, teaches creative writing every year at a puppetry school in Bochum, Germany. This workshop is a shortened version of her 2007 course there. Fort Point Theatre Channel has presented several of Rosenberg's absurd prose poems and short-short stories in our Exclamation Point! series, and they appear regularly in the British broadside Moodswing and many American literary journals.


Lo Galluccio


I grew up in Cambridge, MA, the daughter of a labor attorney who came from Italy when he was six and a New Jersey born mother of Welsh descent. At Harvard College I studied Social Studies (reading tons of social theory) and as an antidote, reading modern poetry and acting in mainstage and experimental theatre productions. I was awarded the David McCord prize for excellence in performance my senior year and headed off to Chicago to acting school after graduation.

Though it was recommended that I finish my MFA, I dropped out of school and got an agent, pursuing commercial work ("This isn't Medea, it's a Colgate commercial," is the kind of feedback I got.) After a close call understudying for Steppenwolf, I gained my Equity status and toured the South with Chamber Theatre Productions and later Greece, with a LaMama production of "Iphigenia in Tauris" - a show that "rocked my world."

To survive and stay grounded I've taught public night high school as a Social Studies teacher in Brooklyn, NY. I've also worked as a secretary, waitress, shoe model, public school teacher, and assistant to the Director of Economic Development for the City of Cambridge. Right now, I'm teaching ESL at Approach International in Allston, a funky school with a great curriculum and staff with students from around the Globe. For about four years I served as the poetry columnist for Neil McCabe's Alewife who gave me pretty much carte blanche to write what I wanted.

Leonard Cohen once said that he learned most of what he knows from the opposite sex. Unfortunately, I would have to agree with him. Though he stayed in the Tower of Song where "they don't a let a woman kill you" I've been a moving target for years. Many men/mentors have taken my head off. My first two songs/poems that I took real pride in were "Millennium" about a failed love affair at Harvard, for which I was nominated later for a Pushcart Prize, and "Queen of Mars" - a surreal ballad to my Dad, inspired by the Russian Film by the same name..That song wound up on my first solo CD, Being Visited, made on the Knitting Factory label in New York City. My Dad died when I was 15 and grief for him haunted me a long time. I put a snippet of an interview with him I did when I was 12 on the last track of Being Visited. I wish I'd made it much longer

Moving to New York in 1993, I holed up in sublets writing songs on an ex's 4-track machine and penning the poems that would later become "Hot Rain" - the chapbook published on Ibbetson St. Press and the spoken word pieces that would be part of Being Visited.

In New York, I had several bands, one with famed slide guitar wizard, and romantic partner at the time, Dave Tronzo, called "Fish Pistol." We played lots of different clubs, especially downtown. My second chapbook, a self-release, was dedicated to him. I've also published a memoir piece in the Audience Review about our relationship (or language it inspired, and break up) called, "Birdman." After we split, I engaged in an intense yoga practice and wrote some songs on piano, and then, well, had a terrible spell put on me by a Hindu deity….we won't get into it.

Anyway, I kept reading and writing (unpublished chapbooks too) and then in Boston got published and made a second CD, "Spell on You" after crashing an ART benefit party and meeting gospel/jazz pianist Geoffrey Dana Hicks. My publication credits include, "Night Magazine," "Lungfull!," "I am from Lower East Side," "The Heat City Literary Review,", Luciole Press, HOME Literary journal by Eden Waters Press, among others. It's also been a great challenge and learning experience delving into other poets works as a reviewer for Doug Holder's Ibbetson St. blog.

Sarasota VII, the work at hand, is a prose-poem memoir, written in two parts about two lovers who are working together in the theatre in Houston, TX. It's about many things: the theatre, desire, how death can affect love and identify, etc. The style is experimental and interspersed with scientific descriptions of Saturn's rings and black holes. These are used metaphorically and as language. Warning to all those at home: this is in no way an objective work with well-drawn characters and a straight narrative. It's a fragmented journey, mostly backwards, and it's meant to be that, really.

I'm thrilled to be part of the Červená Barva Press family of published authors. I have a dream to read books on tape one day and of course to keep writing and to make another vocal CD. I've considered a low-res writing program for an MFA too. But I'm so leery of school, it's amazing. The things I've been most passionate about as an artist were learned through people in the real world, not in academia. But there's a definite value in structure and guidance too. There's also a market value to an MFA in the job world.

Where I like to read:

Cheap motels (if I can gain access,) my kitchen table with soft white light behind me, on trains and buses to New York City, like the Fung Wah and Lucky Star. I don't like to read in psych units but I've had to sometimes. Of course sometimes you get that dreamy experience on the beach or by a pool, and in certain coffee shops; actually I like Starbucks in both Central and Harvard Squares-- 1369 can be cool, and also the Clear Conscience Café at the Harvest. Sometimes I really like to read against and into the music they play. It creates an interesting juxtaposition and gives me ideas. Sometimes you need to tune everything else out to really absorb a text.

Do you ever put poetry or lyrics to music by other writers?

Well, yes. For instance, on Being Visited, I used the lyrics to two jazz standards, "Mona Lisa" and "You go to my Head" and re-wrote the music. Most people don't do that. They sample and they remix and they do covers, but that was kind of a downtown NYC trick at the time. (Plus I had a crush on John Lurie, the bandleader of the Lounge Lizards and star of "Stranger than Paradise") and he inspired "You go to my Head." My version uses a tritone and sounds more drunken than the original which is admittedly a beautiful up-beat sort of melody. With Mona Lisa, I re-harmonized the song and then added a rap section from my poem "I thought I was Mozart's Wife." Lately, I've been experimenting with an ee cummings poem, his most irreverent and crude, but it has a great rhyme scheme. It's titled "the boys I mean are not refined." The first verse goes,

"The boys I mean are not refined. They go with girls who buck and bite.
        They do not give a f*** for luck. They hump them 13 times a night."

Hard to believe the man who wrote "My father moved through dooms of love" could come up with that. But I found that in an anthology years back and played around with a piano arrangement after that. I also did an arrangement of an old spiritual, "All the Pretty Horses" on Spell on You which I still like and I've collaborated with a number of people, for instance, the band Soultronix, putting words to their music. James "Bones" Tomaselli and I did a great mix of my poem "Times Square's a Shrine to Capitalisms" with spaghetti western samples and multiple voicings.. I loved what he did as producer and arranger - it's on my Myspace page if you want to check it out. I like to collaborate on songs since I'm not that great a player and can't read or write music. It's all by ear and instinct.

What do you like to do more, write music or poetry?

I love most, I suppose, to sing, to vocalize, to speak the language out loud. Maybe cause I was an actress first. However, there is sometimes a strange and beautiful gratification of just putting words to the page - shaping experience, emotion or perspective into poetry. I took a course on prose-poetry and even though that's really what Sarasota VII is, I'm still not sure how to define it properly. Upon re-reading Elizabeth Smart's By Grand Central Station I sat Down and Wept, I was alternatively struck by how crazy and how fiercely brilliant the writing was. I got it used in paperback on Amazon and the first owner of this copy had scribbled in the back cover, "I still don't get what all this is supposed to mean…. It just doesn't make sense." That really cracked me up since it had influenced me so heavily to write in a high-pitched and poetical fashion, some very personal prose.

Who are your favorite authors and why? Talk about who is your biggest influence.

My biggest influences as a poet are probably Anne Sexton and Lawrence Joseph. Anne Sexton's thyme schemes and formalized personal confessional poems are awesome to me. Larry taught me how to compress and displace ideas in poetry. There are certain books I've been blown away by, like Michael Cunningham's Specimen Days and his book/movie, The Hours.. I love William Gibson though I don't find enough time and space in my head to read him. Rare that I like Sci-fi stuff. As far as poetry goes, I was also influenced by Sylvia Plath and Stevie Smith and Anna Akhmatova. Usually I've been lead to great works -- like Pasolini, or Rene Char. - by mentors and artist allies. "Critique them to yourself.". "Try and figure them out." I'm partial to writers of my own gender in music and poetry Joni Mitchell and Suzanne Vega's lyrics stand up to the best poetry, as far as I'm concerned. Mary Margaret O'Hara, the Canadian singer phrases like no one else, with broken and repeated lines that are incredible. I sort of believe there's a different sensibility to both genders. On the male side, I could listen to Dylan all day, love Peter Gizzi's work-there are many and still coming -- Hugh Fox and I are mutual fans of each others' work, since he reviewed "Hot Rain" and called me a "vampira." I'm like a magpie and like to live in the present, collect what's now. There are a few books that go way back with me, like Duras' The Lover and Julia Kristeva's Black Sun." I also adore Joan Didion's work, especially her essays on the Sixties and California in Slouching Toward Bethlehem and The White Album.

What are you working on now?

Possibly doing an audio recording of Sarasota VII with some instrumentation. I'm writing poems and lyrics sporadically at the moment. I'm also looking to collaborate with musicians on some things. In addition, I've got two unpublished chapbooks that I might try and get around-one called, Terrible Baubles and one called, Not for Amnesia.. Because I'm in transition, I've been reading more and also focusing on-believe it or not - grammar and semiotics a bit, since I'm teaching English as a Second Language. I'll also be appearing with a text called, "Denebola" in Heide Hatry's new collection, Heads and Tales with some heavy hitting female writers. That should appear in the mid-winter, both here and in Europe.

What is your biggest challenges when writing reviews of books for Doug Holder's blog and others? Do you still write for the Alewife newspaper? What challenges do you face there, if any?

Trying to find the right structure, but still have your own voice and honestly cover the material well. That's the challenge in reviewing poetry books. Some, I get lost in - some are so inspiring, like Lifshin's The Licorice Daughter: My Year with Ruffian, that you're eager to write it up and it's really kind of a treat. I've reviewed all four issues of GUD magazine that have come out so far, and what's interesting is to analyze the fiction as well as poetry and graphics. It's both a thematic and varied collection every time of very cutting edge work. Ten Poems about East Asia and Kitsch Nebula Ampersands by Ralph Michael Chiaia was probably my fave poetry book this year - a trip-hoppy nocturnal voyage through Korea and Thailand.

The Alewife, sadly, went under about a year ago. I was sort of at the end of my tether with the paper though I had a good run for almost 3-4 years. Neil McCabe was great to me and let me pretty much go back and forth between reviews of local poets -like Irene Koronas, Coleen T. Houlihan, Richard Cambridge-and a Lo and Behold column which consisted of reflective and personal essays. One that became really important to me was writing a tribute or memorial for my first boyfriend in grade school who had committed suicide in East Asia several falls ago. The suicide wasn't mentioned in the review at all, but I happened to know him as a punk rocker and music engineer in New York City, years after we grew up together, and so I could put together a certain perspective on what a crazed rebel and artistically brilliant person he was - in addition to being a beautiful, and literally die-hard romantic. Many people that didn't know Eddie had passed on, caught that article on the internet and so they also got to go back in time and honor him.

Talk about the poetry community in the Boston area. How has the Bagel Bards been important to you?

Moving back to Boston in 2001 was probably the wrong move but as I wrote in Anne Brudevold's journal, "Here I am Anyway." It's just that Boston is so much more provincial than New York and yes, it's beautiful and yes, there have been many great literary figures to come through here - from Anne Sexton to ee cummings - but I always wanted wings not roots. For me, facing roots, being surrounded by the ghosty-head buildings of Harvard, etc. is a little tough. But I'm adjusting. I was lucky to get published here. I think it's easier to cut records in New York.

But the other truly remarkable thing is the poetry community here and getting involved through Deb Priestly with the Out of the Blue scene initially and then with Doug and the Bards, getting the first chap published, reading at various venues with that, and also, connecting the music with poetry at places like Squawk…. I recently took Tom Daley's poetry workshop after seeing him perform and he's a great teacher and artist. People in Boston are basically friendly and willing to share ideas. They're especially active as readers and the slam and the poetry for the page scene are both vibrant communities. The Bagel Bards has blossomed quite a bit since Doug and Harris started this little breakfast coffee clatch on Saturday mornings when most self-respecting artists would rather be asleep. Steve Glines and Irene Koronas and a score of the faithful have contributed time and energy into creating at least two great journals now from the Bards. Gloria, you're one of the people who's really made things happen for a lot of poets from the Boston and the international community. And Tim Gager's Dire series is a really great venue at Out of the Blue as well. I'll be reading there in February with the new book. Chad does a bang up job at Stone Soup these days for Jack Powers long-standing beat venue. I don't like to get stuck anywhere and I was like that in New York. I moved to the Nuyorican from the Knitting Factory and then to the Poetry Project and back again. If you're motivated there are many venues to explore in Cambridge, Boston, JP, Roslindale, Salem, Plymouth, etc. Maybe the worst thing is it's tougher without wheels.

Maybe I'll end with a favorite quote from one of Larry's poems, "Over Darkening Gold:"

        So here we are. Thieves stealing from thieves
        in a society of complex spheres,
        wondering what you should do. And still
        stars blown outside the eyes corner.
And a short quote from Sarasota VII, as a teaser:
(From 23)
        Lives are not separate. The living are not separate.
        We wound and revive each other. The dead lie still.
        While we live and breathe and mate, our lives spill.

Special Spotlight on the Brockton Poetry Series



I was born in Scotland. Brought here with my mother and brother to make room for WW11. We returned in 1945. I grew, went to school there and at age 16 returned to America. Finished school, went to college, married, had children, and divorced. The usual story.

Describe the places you write.

As to where I write; almost anywhere. bookstores, work, my bedroom, venues.

How long have you been writing?

I have writing poetry now for ten years- or at least trying to do so.

Talk about your favorite poem by another writer and a favorite of your own work.

My favorite poem that is not my own? Fern Hill.
My favorite out of my own work? Requiem for Remembrance which was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. I try to write in form as well as free verse and I believe that each helps the other.

What writers that influence you?

Every good poem I have read has influenced me- I am fond of Auden, Thomas, Owen, Frost just to name a few.

What is a typical writing time for you like?

I write late and early for ten minutes or for several hours.

You have a wonderful speaking voice. Have you done performance poetry at all?

You are correct. I was a drama major at one point and was in many plays. I even tried my hand, or rather my voice, at slam poetry.

You run the Brockton Library Poetry Series. It is a wonderful venue. The space is great for readings. How long have you coordinated the series? Talk about the workshop and open-mic before the features. Talk about some of the features you have had.

The Brockton series was around before I joined some three years ago. I am just one of the people who work at it. I will take credit for pushing the idea of a workshop. Danielle Legros Georges has been running it for two years now. We may have six people there, we may have twelve. The open mike has been well attended. Last time when Marge Piercy featured we had 26 readers. We try to offer features to a variety of poets. We vary the styles. We have first time features and those with a body of work. To become better I think you need to hear the best work. We have feature Fred Marchant, Martha Collins, X J Kennedy, Maxine Kumin to name a few. It is my hope that one of the workshop folk or an unknown poet reading for us for the first time goes own to create a body of work to be remembered.

You give beautiful introductions in your series and it is clear how much you enjoy the poets you have read there. You are one of the most genuine hosts I've ever met and so supportive. I just want to thank you for that.

Thank you for this interview.


Arnold C. Danielson, Chair Board of Directors GBSPA Inc.


Multi-media Artist, Designer, Party Planner, Dishwasher

Describe the places you write.

I write in my cluttered out of control library and I write in the mystical cultured forest gardens that are my gift to my grandchildren.

How long have I been writing?

Seems forever, satisfied enough to share it only recently.

Talk about your favorite poem and some of your other poems:

My favorite piece of my own is called "Days". It speaks to the inexorable grind of life's mill and the intensity of the human will that stands before it.

As to others, they are missives, laments and exultations, the flow of my life writ large and small.

What writers influence you?

Churchill, Hemmingway, Kerouac, Cohen, Dylan, Cather, Carson, Elliot, Burns

What is a typical writing time for you like?

An unstoppable flow requiring both steno and edit

Please talk about the series, the workshop, the open mic and the features?

We are a few years into our current incarnation. Founder Philip Hasouris, Frank Miller, and I found friends and kindred spirits in one another and have with our collective skills, laid the groundwork for the vibrant community of poets and artists that continues to develop in partnership with the Brockton Public Library. We are Greater Brockton Society for Poetry and the Arts Inc. (, our series is a labor of love, our writing workshop is a treat and at times like herding cats, our open mic startling in its emotional complexity, our features from the profane to the pro's. Please Join us, you may find yourself pleasantly surprised.

Is there anything else you might like to say?

What else might you wish?



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