The first 2nd Sunday @ 2 reading of 2017 kicked off the new year with a great poetry open mic at The Arts Center in Troy.
Mary Panza put on her sexy high-heels, then made sure we noticed, as we gathered in the Back Room of McGeary’s, chasing out the interlopers on their way to the Palace Theater movie or the Capital Rep. Hey, all the theater was here! The featured poet,…
at McGeary’s Tavern on Clinton Square, especially when we are roasting el presidente of AlbanyPoets.com, Thom Francis, we are not only LOUD but out-fucking-rageous. Of course, led on by our host Mary Panza. But first she had to clear out the room o…
We bring National Poetry Month 2012 to a close with Ed Rinaldi’s latest on his quest to write a Poem A Day for the entire year. Thank you to everyone who submitted their work for our Poetry Month project.
press this city to beginportal scented rapturesomewhere I rememberthe smell of rusted Sun in the alleysoft clay, oiled with combustible churnbuilt upon, torn downand built upon againghosts of horses carry the burden as I teem with a madness manifested …
It’s all over except the shenanigans (or as we used to say, the “PsychoClusterFuck”). Karaoke + Poetry = Fun was held upstairs at Valentines. Lila ran the music machine & in order to sing you had to first read a poem. There was a great variety o…
Ed Rinaldi is back talking about the power of poetry and the words written on the page with his newest poem “spoken words”. If you are keeping track at home, this is Ed’s 140th poem of the year so far.
Are you writing a poem everyday for National Poetry Month? Want to post those poems on the Albany Poets website? Send them to [email protected] and they will be available for the world to read.
We are back after an incredible 2012 Albany Word Fest with Ed Rinaldi’s Poem A Day, “showeringherself”
I’ve made myself an iron mask / that mimics flesh / with concerto notebooks / and memories that dig for words / in the trenches / with the surreal / parts of my senses
Ed Rinaldi is back with his continuing effort to write not just a poem a day for National Poetry Month, but for the entire year. This is poem 134, so it looks like he is ahead of schedule a bit.
the ripple boundaryinsects will figure out the hive triggersthat feed on our imbalancesand this will give thema quantum computationalpower of survival amidstthe strewn litter of our disregard for being part of something larger than ourselves we might b…
