A My Private Coney project Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
"A Poem Called Home" Comes Home
Thanks to the Elizabeth George Foundation, I have been able to complete the trilogy, WIRE MONKEY.
On October 27, this coming Tuesday I will read a couple of chapters from the last installment, Poem Called Home at the Women's / Trans' Poetry Jam & Open Mike at Bluestockings Bookstore. I hope you'll join me.
A POEM CALLED HOME
Thirty years after leaving the ancestral seat on the Lower East Side, Bets returns only to accidentally break the arm of her mother, The Cellist. This send The Cellist down the rabbit hole of old age Armageddon, leaving Bets and her sister, The Other Daughter to face off with the law, the doctors and medicaid services. It's smack-down time at the Adult Day Program.
FEATURE WRITERS: Claire Olivia Moed and Jan Clausen
WHERE: Women's / Trans' Poetry Jam & Open Mike Bluestocking Bookstore, 172 Allen Street, between Stanton & Rivington 1 1/2 blocks south from E.Houston
WHEN: Tuesday October 27th TIME: 7-8PM: open mike so bring your poetry, your prose, your songs, and your spoken word (you get 8 minutes)
8-9PM: featured writers (me and Jan) (These are all approximate times.)
HOW MUCH: $5 suggested donation
Hosted by Vittoria repetto - the hardest working guinea butch dyke poet on the lower east side
Bluestockings Bookstore 172 Allen St. (between Staton & Rivington) 1 1/2 blocks south from E.Houston NYC 212-777-6028 email@example.com http://www.bluestockings.com/
Open mike - sign-up at 7 pm - 8 minute limit
Take V or F train to 2nd Ave. and exit from the 1st Ave exit and walk south down Allen St. (aka. 1st Ave) 1 ½ blocks to the store
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.