Thursday, September 1, 2011

I Read for Labor Book Release & Spoken Word at The Comet Sept. 3

LIVING IN THE LAP OF LABOR Book Release & Spoken Word

Saturday at 9:00pm - Sunday at 1:30am

4579 Hamilton Avenue
Cincinnati, OH

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LIVING IN THE LAP OF LABOR is the latest and greatest chapbook by the hard-working editors of Aurore Press on the subject of LABOR. You know, the daily drudgery, grind, sweat, slog, moil, slavery, travail, chore, duty, treadmill…look it up yourself!

LIVING IN THE LAP OF LABOR includes over 20 writers expanding on the topic of WORK featuring readings by a selection of contributing writers and poets. Ironically, this chapbook has been such donkeywork that we’re hanging up the anthologies for a while and moving on to greener pastures in the next year so don’t miss it!

The book release is Saturday, September 3rd from 9PM-1 AM at The Comet in Northside featuring readings by:

Nathan Singer
Mark Flanigan
Nick Barrows
Uncle Dave Lewis
Neil Aquino
Mark Messerly
Chuck Byrd
Justin Patrick Moore
Yvette Nepper
Luke Radkey
Betsy Young
Michael Kearns
Candace Miller-Janidlo

And followed by the music of:
Uncle Dave Lewis & William Gilmore Weber III
Dixie Trash
SS-20 (unplugged)



Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Thursday Gig

I am in a band called Jack Burton Overdrive.
We have a gig Thursday Aug. 25 at 7:30pm.
It is at Molly Malone's in Cincinnati.

Saturday, August 13, 2011


Tomorrow I will practice with the band
And then 1776... IT WILL BE DONE!

Thursday, August 4, 2011


I am 11 listening to Floyd
I am 14 listening to Synchronicity
I am 16 listening to Standing on the Beach
I am 40 listening to Ellington
May we sink into the pleasures of frequency to trillionth power
and never part ways again

Friday, July 22, 2011

To the Street With Hum Part 2

We steam and sip for the balms as streets buzz and the folk hawk and chatter 

To the Street With Hum

Living in the Lap of Labor Book Release Sept 4th @cometfive

The book release is September 3 at The Comet. Come for spoken performances followed by the music of Dixie Trash. Be sure to check out for more details.
Book release and spoken word show followed by live music. Confirmed so far: Mark Flanigan, Jughead, Uncle Dave Lewis, Yvette Nepper, Betsy Young, Neil Aquino, Chuck Byrd and music by Dixie Trash. Much more TBA!

Aurore Press Labor Book Release at the Comet

May You Never Have to Listen to Surf Music Again

And I delay to the exact or to the important as I scramble to feed these things and that... I hear 'Turn it On' now we can get to business

Soon To The Pool

I will test this as the angry heat orb makes us scurry for shelter but in August I will be splashing into over-rated english brothers 90's rock band. With chlorine. With words, with pork.

Friday, May 20, 2011


I would like to say hello to my Mother!
She is a pretty good lady
May she have all the fried okra and cornbread
that she could ever want

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Clean Flying Spaghetti Monster

It rolls from within me like
a backfire from a Nixon era driving machine
brought to attention and forced panic
riddles the very loins of me
Definite as a killer bee swarm on
a school playground.
The ancient Pastafarians
could see the temperatures and rising seas
like the event that fills within me
The embers wakeless inside that only
the Monster would understand this abysmal
affliction that haunts and taunts
Some times I can see it
like a drug store hallucination
The Flying Spaghetti Monster
floating and glopping
so majestically
With sound that rivals
the eruption of a beer volcano
The Flying Spaghetti Monster
verbalizes to me:
"Can you see the clean"
The Flying Spaghetti Monster
bellows down to me
wallowed noodle tentacles closer to me
"Can you see the clean?"
"Can you see the clean?"
More trees destroyed by me
Paper after paper
In the water office
destroying these things
Through the dark valley
Repetitively the perineum really
knows the society of me
The genuine company of me
again and again and again
never completely
Nesting in my mind like an abortion
billboard on the side of the road
Oh Great Flying Spaghetti Monster
please save me from this neurosis
that never ever leaves
Always burrowing in my psyche
Never escaping the shackles of my neural structure
It seems I am destined to live unlike any pirate
chained to this plague of disturbance
that cripples my fate
always in front and below me
Am I clean
Truly clean
But Flying Spaghetti Monster never answers me
It just bursts out like an old town clock
from a fake Austrian town:
"Can you see the clean?"
Oh Flying Spaghetti Monster
I do dream and maybe if I am lucky
one glorious day I will indeed
See the Clean

Wednesday, March 9, 2011


Where has my life for sci-fi gone.
No more warping across the nebula
To engage with my brother and sister spaceman.
To wake up to a quasar and dream of supernova dusks
Now we just scream through tin cans and bang on old rusty pipes.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Things That My Friends Say Reader Series #4

Monday, February 28 · 8:00pm - 11:00pm

1420 Main Street
Cincinnati, OH

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Featuring readers:

Nick Barrows
Jori Cotton
Yvette Nepper
Francis Pospisil

CS13 presents the third installment of THE THINGS THAT MY FRIENDS SAY Reader Series featuring local writers speaking their words, every last Monday of every month.

This reader series is not an open mic, in that it features a planned set of readers. If you are interested in reading in the future, email

This will be a consistent, safe place for people to come share their stories, poems, lectures, screenplays, or whatever you might be working on to a group of new people in the hope of reaching a variety of communities and individuals concerned with local literature and be a launch pad for new writers to perform in a non-workshop type setting.

February's event will also feature the release of a small publication of works by the previous month's readers


To hold onto our beloved
For just one more moment


Streets pounce the lulled as Ghetto boy play on God’s time below in hazed daydream

Faces hold verses and ghosts of generations lost sport a strut that aches the peasants’ brow

It glows like daisies in junkyards.

Loco braves hustle on wicked concrete and dice

Chop lips of blues jargon give wind charmed gypsy life

The blessed urban life

Cancerous and pronounced

Crazed slim hipped girls tantrum a bruised sky

As the chatter of the avenue linger the sultry summer storms….

No future

No time

Lost on graffiti bleed walls

Days fall like pigeons from bridges and sweet dialog plot a fool’s gold

Blood on the fire escape and the innocent find no sidewalk to claim

They seek a jazz swagger love

And the girls swim

The music screams

And the alley shines

Forever reminisce in the hectic dusk

Slack-jaw hymns bellowing to the deity

It is my fragile paradise lost in the rail yards

Begging for a whispered revolt

Smack set minds hand down the message from Babylon

Tank-stalk waters cleanse the chalky streets

Swirled words trickle


And down

And down they go




Home sick for the old school melodies

Music surges

Fathers cry

And a decrepit metropolis burns on into oblivious dawn

And it glides

In the saddest of all keys