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A Reading at Wyld Chyld: Long Island Welcomes Me Back   Leave a comment

I’ve read in a lot of different places in my career. Bars, bookstores, bakeries, all have been subjected to my literary genius at one time or another. But until the lovely and amusing Peter Dugan invited me to come on down to Long Island and read at the Wyld Chyld, I’d never read in a tattoo parlor before.

Helen R. Peterson reads her poetry at Wyld Chyld

Reading to the crowd at Wyld Chyld

Wyld Chyld is part tattoo parlor, part café, divided down the middle so the whir of the needles doesn’t disturb. Located in Merrick NY, it offers a unique intimate setting for a reading. I was the first to read, something I don’t usually like to do, as I like to riff off of what others present when deciding what to perform. But, in the end, it almost seemed as if the open mic readers had read my mind, bringing poetry that had similar themes and influences as mine did.

The other feature was Lloyd Abrams, a local Long Island poet and former educator. His poetry was entertaining and thought-provoking. He and his wife were kind enough to invite me to spend the night at their place and not make the three-hour drive back to Connecticut, but I politely declined, as I had kids to get on the bus in the morning.

The Wyld Chyld crowd

Listening to Lloyd Abrams read while sipping my green tea.

I always enjoy traveling to Long Island, as the audiences are always welcoming and encouraging. That’s why I’ll be traveling down that way again this Friday, May 18th, to feature at George Wallace’s series at the Barn. This will probably be my last Long Island appearance before the big move to Michigan in late August, so if you’ve wanted to see me live, make a point to be there!

Maintentant 4   Leave a comment

outside the Cornelia Street Cafe

Image by roboppy via Flickr

Every year, Three Rooms Press in New York City puts together a collection of Dada poetry and art under the title Maintentant, and dedicates a Son of Pony reading to Dada as well. This year I was fortunate enough to have a small poem and photograph included in the 4th installment of Maintentant, entitled “What my Refrigerator Feels”.

To me, the secret of a good Dada piece is the title. You run any random string of words together, put a clever title on it, and people find deep meaning in the nonsense you’ve created. For me, all I did was open my fridge up and list all of the items I saw within, and took a picture for good measure. There was also a companion piece that didn’t make it into the book, called “What My Refrigerator Says”, where I’d transcribed all the goofy sayings and poetry magnets on my fridge, then took a picture of them. Not as clever, I guess.

My sister and I went down for the big Dada reading, I wrote about that experience in the Legendary, and you can find that article here.

You can watch the video of that performance, as well as some other poets getting their Dada on at the Cornelia Street Cafe here.

Enjoy, get inspired.  Get random. Get Dada.