Featured Reading: Big Words Etc.

When was the last time you were in Bushwick? OK…..When was the last time you heard writers read from the prompt of “So, What?”

Come to:

Big Words Etc. Reading Series / Wendy’s Subway / 379 Bushwick Ave, Brooklyn / Sunday, Sept 25th 6pm

Directions:
L train to Montrose or Morgan / J or M to Flushing

Big Words, Etc. Reading
Sunday, September 25 – 6pm

Hosted by Stacey Kahn and Jess Martinez, Big Words Etc. is a monthly reading series that embraces democracy by letting each audience vote for the following month’s theme. Started in 2012 to give under-the-radar and emerging/aspiring writers a platform, we’ve developed into a community that lets everyone – from the professional writer to the lawyer or hair stylist with a poetic bent, to the audience member who’s not into writing but likes participating by voting on the theme – get involved. September’s theme is “Now What?”

Featuring

Aimee Herman (Big Words, Etc. Writer-in-Residence)
Timothy Gomez
Melanie Griffith
Cynthia Ann Schemmer
Sonia Jaffe Robbins
Cooper Wilhelm
Rina Deshpande
M.K. Rainey
Danielle Gregori
Bios

Aimee Herman is a teacher, poet, performance artist, and uke player in the band Hydrogen Junkbox. Aimee’s been published in an array of journals and anthologies and has two books of poems, including the most recent “meant to wake up feeling.” Thank you Big Words for existing and encouraging writers to write and read!

Timothy Gomez holds an MFA in Writing from Sarah Lawrence College. His work has appeared in Connotation Press, No Tokens, Epiphany, and others. He currently lives in Whittier, CA and teaches at Aspire Ollin University Prep Academy in Huntington Park. He also co-hosts a podcast about friendship and feelings entitled Fairweather and writes at his website timfinite.me.

Melanie Griffith is a Long Island native whose writing has appeared in PANK, Beecher’s, and others. A graduate of Sarah Lawrence College’s MFA program, she now lives in Providence, RI with a nautical archaeologist. When she’s not at work at a K-8 charter school in Central Falls, RI, you might find her thinking seriously about writing an essay while cooking or streaming a critically acclaimed TV drama.

Cynthia Ann Schemmer is a writer and musician living in Philadelphia. She is the Managing Editor of She Shreds Magazine, the only print publication dedicated to highlighting women guitarists and bassists. She holds an MFA in Writing from Sarah Lawrence College and has been published in Philadelphia City Paper, Impose, Underwater New York, The Media, Broken Pencil, and others. She has co-authored a chapter in Don’t Leave Your Friends Behind, a collection of tips and narratives on ways non-parents can support parents and children. She also writes Secret Bully, a creative nonfiction zine of personal essays, and her cat is her creative muse.

Sonia Jaffe Robbins is an editor, writer, and activist. She has written in many genres: journalism, criticism, memoir, and fiction. She has a chapter in an anthology titled “Red Diapers: Growing Up on the Communist Left,” and co-moderates a workshop on gender and the transition from socialism to what comes next.

Cooper Wilhelm writes poems on postcards and mails them to strangers he looks up in phone books atPoetryAndStrangers.com and hosts Into the Dark, a talk show about witchcraft and the occult, for Radio Free Brooklyn. His chapbook about necromancy and breakups, Klaatu Verata Nikto, is available from Ghost City Press.

Rina Deshpande writes and illustrates mindful, short poetry and likes to research and teach about yoga and mindful practice, too. She used to be a public school teacher and hopes to publish a children’s book someday soon. She lives in NYC and loves Halloween the most.

M.K. Rainey received her MFA in fiction writing from Sarah Lawrence College. She currently teaches writing to the youth of America through Community-Word Project, Wingspan Arts and The Writing Institute at Sarah Lawrence. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Cider Press Review, Litro Online, Equinox, KGB Lit Journal, The Grief Diaries and more. She co-hosts the Dead Rabbits Reading Series and lives in Harlem with her dog. Sometimes she writes things the dog likes.

Danielle Gregori is a librarian working both at a membership library on the upper east side, and a private school on the upper west side.  There’s a fantastic joke in there somewhere, but she hasn’t figured it out yet.  When she’s not joyfully throwing books at children to test their reflexes, Danielle spends her free time writing young adult fiction and library-themed haikus.  She’s published one book of poetry titled Lines Between the Stacks and dreams of one day sharing her apartment with a cat that doesn’t vindictively barf in her shoes.

Bike Pedal. Empanadas. And Whiskey.

Thank you to Sacchi Green and Cleis Press for publishing my short story, Bike Pedal. Empanadas. And Whiskey in Me and My Boi: Queer Erotic Stories

Purchase a copy today through Amazon or your local bookshop (NYC, go to the marvelous Bluestockings bookstore for a copy)

From the Back Cover

Me and My Boi celebrates lesbian bois, butches, and screw-the-binary free spirits; cool bois, hot bois, swaggering bois, shy bois, leather bois, flannel bois, butch daddies, and the girls (and other bois) who wouldn’t have them any other way. The stories range from Sinclair Sexsmith’s raw “Five Blow Jobs” through Victoria Oldham’s searing “Resurrection” and old-school lesbian bar tale “Hot Pants” by Jen Cross to the aching tenderness of “Her Gardener’s Boy” by D. Orchid. Whatever turns you on, or sparks your wildest fantasies, these writers will push the buttons you already have and hook you up with some new ones. Gender has no boundaries…and neither does lust.

Product Details

  • Paperback: 224 pages
  • Publisher: Cleis Press (June 14, 2016)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1627781218
  • ISBN-13: 978-1627781213

 

 

TWO READINGS COMING UP!

I have TWO readings coming up, which I am very excited about.

One will be me talking dirty to you. The other will be me reading new poems which is in the theme of Now, What?

Saturday, September 17th, 2016
Readings from Me and My Boi: Queer Erotic Stories (edited by Sacchi Green for Cleis Press)
@ Bluestockings Bookstore
172 Allen St. / NYC
7-9:30pm
Also featuring: Annabeth Leong, Anna Watson, Gigi Frost, Dena Hankins, and editor Sacchi Green.

https://www.facebook.com/events/1799286123618514/

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Sunday, September 25th, 2016
Big Words, Etc. reading series
@ Wendy’s Subway
379 Bushwick Ave / Brooklyn
6-8pm

Also featuring: Rina Deshpande, Katie Rainey, Cooper Wilhelm, Danielle Gregori, and Sonia Jaffe Robbins

I hope to see you there!!!

A True Story

previously published by great weather for MEDIA

 

A redhead walks into a bar and orders a drink.

“Barely iced, please,” she says. “Pulp of ginger. Fourteen cherries and a love note rim.”

The bartender with hair of yellow only partially understands. Hands her a see-through glass, taller than the tallest finger with enough liquid inside to qualify its worth at five dollars.

She pushes it aside and repeats herself.

“Barely ginger,” she says in a sour tone. “Pulp of a love note, please. Fourteen iced cherries and rim.”

The bartender stares.

If she weren’t so thirsty, she’d have noticed that his eyes were the color of Michael Jackson’s birthstone, if he were still alive to claim it. He used to be her favorite singer before. Before. Well, you know before.

“Maybe you can explain to me what flavor you are looking for. Or perhaps let me know the ingredients?” the bartender inquires.

The redhead, whose eyes are a color that cannot be compared to any singer or song for that matter, says, “Rhizome and bamboo. Like what cannot be reached or licked. Winter. Not December 28th or even week three of January. March 9th. Straddling morning and afternoon nap. The most romantic syllable, which has never been pronounced. Oh. And fourteen cherries.”

The bartender tastes irate on his teeth and does not know how to proceed.

So he hands her a glass. This one about as tall as one and a half thumbs pressed together. He begins to touch every bottle saluting him from behind. He removes each cap but leaves all the liquid inside. He stares at her with his Michael Jackson eyes as he slowly touches his heart—or where he learned it lives in his body—and rubs his finger tip over the circular rim. Then, without blinking, feeling the sting of too much air on his cornea, places fourteen cherries—one at a time—into his palm, slowly dropping into the glass.

He waits for her to drink it. Or push it away. Or tell him he is wrong.

The redhead leans over the glass and sticks out her tongue. It is not exactly pink. She carefully licks the rim and then just remains there, as though her tongue is telling her a story with its taste buds. She leaves the cherries alone. And then, walks out.