The Mutable Hour Poetry Reading Series

Mutabilis Press, a publisher of poetry whose board I currently sit on, has recently begun a reading series called The Mutable Hour. Our first reading on April 1st was wonderful! Our second one, this coming Thursday, April 29th, has another excellent line-up! This is a free event happening on Zoom, so you may attend from anywhere that has an internet connection. (And I know you do if you’re reading this post…)

The reading will start at 7:00 p.m. central time and go for about an hour. As I said, it’s free, but you do have to register to get the Zoom information to get into the reading. Go to The Mutable Hour’s Facebook page to get the link to get into the reading. If you have trouble getting the link (although I don’t anticipate that you will) let me know before 6:30 p.m. central time this Thursday.

I hope to see you there! 

Poem-A-Day 2021, Day 19: Angélique Jamail

That’s right, today I’m sharing some of my own poetry with you. And technically, it’s four poems, because I’m doing a livestream of some of my work from various publications. It will be at 6:00 p.m. central, live on my Facebook author page and on my Instagram. I hope you’ll join me there, but if you can’t make it to the live reading, you can always watch the video in both places. See you soon!

Featured Poet: Mike Alexander

Tonight’s featured poet is Mike Alexander. I first came across Mike in the mid-1990s when he was going by M. Alexander and reading regularly on the poetry scene here in Houston. We ended up reading on the same stage more than once, and I became a fan of his work.

Those of you in H-town can catch him reading tomorrow afternoon as well, at the New Book New Poems Reading at 2:00 at the Houston Public Library (500 McKinney 77002). Here’s a link to the Facebook event page. Also sharing their work at this shindig will be Robin Davidson and Peter Hyland. The event will be up on the 4th floor of the main building. Check it out!

You may also find Mike’s book RETROgrade at P & J Poetics.

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Le Coup de Vent: Mistral Noir

 

This is a drunkard’s dance.

.                                        Courbet’s terrain
distorts a sober regiment of oaks,
into a bacchanal of greens, the strain
apparent in the pressure of brush strokes
& knifework. Boughs, unnaturally skewed,
leaves shaking. Wind-swept canvas, it evokes
the pagan frenzy of a nymph pursued
by satyrs,
.                    Orphic lute,
.                                        ecstatic cries.

The landscape sprawls, unfettered, like a nude
discarding her quotidian disguise,
more sacred now she’s shown herself profane.

Inebriated by a beauty eyes
cannot explain, she drops what veils remain,
& spins,
.                    the painter’s brush
.                                        her weather-vane.