Visiting Writers Series


Spring 2013

01.31 Emily Barton & Melanie Rae Thon *
03.14 Lysley Tenorio ^
03.28 Clark Coolidge *
04.25 Matthew Zapruder & Brenda Shaughnessy +

* at Memorial Hall
^ at The University Club
+ at The University Museum of Contemporary Art

Upcoming events at Flying Object

Jubilat/Jones reading series

Finding Manchester

by Ashley Ellen Goetz

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* Note from the Editor

It was the last class of the semester and we had brought wine and food and sat in a circle and read poetry and drank our wine and ate our food. At the end of class, I offered Ashley a bottle of wine that I had brought and had remained unopened. She accepted. She offered me brie.

Heaven

by Reynaldo Sietecase // translated by Daniel Coudriet & Mariela Méndez


Nebula Camper
  Sarah Hotchkiss

The sky is really
a mirror of the sea
with killer waves
swordfish
shrimp
black mermaids
old writers
armed with tridents

Burt

by Jason Larson

Sprouting by Brian W. Ferry
Sprouting Brian W. Ferry

“You ready for eggs, hero?” Burt’s morning glory said.

“Good morning morning glory,” Burt said. Burt stretched. Burt smiled.

I say take the reader take me home

by Sarah Boyer


Nina Ahn

I have the courage to stay missing I do

IOU

by Leora Fridman

Out My Window by Brian W. Ferry
Out My Window  Brian W. Ferry

Finding me acceptable was easy and
done with great dignity

A Few Things to Consider

by Michael Bazzett


To Move a Body (Piggyback)  Noah Krell

The blueness of snow shadows.
The flaring hoods of our simian nostrils.
The whorled inwardness of our ears.

The metaphysics of the screen porch.
The pleasant weight of a body in a hammock.
The puckered face of good whiskey.

Anthem

by Andrew Michael Roberts


Moon With Face Mirror Caleb Charland

1.
world, let’s take
each other

for granted,

I Am Walking To You Now

by Michael Teig


Peach Parts (detail) David Gilbert

Each morning for years
I sit at the desk like a treaty.
How bruising.

Studies

by Emily Hunt

The Gun at Kamurgersky

by Emily Culliton

Fangoria by Nuria Ruis
Fangoria  Nuria Rius

When I was twenty I spent this time in Moscow. Before I went, I studied Russian for a month and a half, learned five of the six cases, and thought I was doing pretty well. Then my teacher told me that the first year of Russian was devoted to the cases, the next four years to all the exceptions.

Two Poems

by Kyle Flak


A Reunion of Lost People Ida Rödén

What Hank Said On the Bus


she smells like a pine forest
she is a tiny secret room hidden inside the pacific ocean

The Drummer

by Sara Jaffe


Ellen Rumel

I.

He went from being a sit-down singer to a stand-up singer, but the chair was still there if he wanted it.

Echo and His Brother

by Brian Mihok


photo: Brian W. Ferry

The academy sent a car for Jesse and Milton when they were twelve. There was no discussion. Boys can’t live alone, the man said and straightened his uniform.

Falling Rock

by Heather Varnadore

Erika (detail) by Ellen Rumel
Erika (detail) Ellen Rumel

[Excerpt from a novel in progress]

Widget cantered into my house that evening in a swingy, electric blue a-line coat, matching blue tights and white Chelsea boots.  There was probably a skirt there if I’d scrutinized.