The Boulevard Trilogy (live, Bowdoin)
Patrick Rosal reading The Boulevard Trilogy live at Bowdoin College, April 19, 2007.
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V. Penelope Pelizzon & Patrick Rosal at Bowdoin College, April 19, 2007
Patrick Rosal & Penelope Pelizzon at Bowdoin College, April 19, 2007. Photo by James Marshall. On April 19, 2007, From the Fishouse and Colby, Bates, and Bowdoin Colleges were pleased to present a reading by V. Penelope Pelizzon and Patrick Rosal at Bowdoin College in Brunswick, Maine. Made possible by support from the three colleges […]
Fall 2008 Reading Series
Thorpe Moeckel: Thursday, September 18, 2008 7:30 p.m., Bowdoin College, Schwartz Outdoor Leadershp Center, Junction of College St. and Harpswell Road, Brunswick, MaineThis reading will be webcast live: Watch it here! Thorpe Moeckel’s first book of poems, Odd Botany, was published in 2002 by Silverfish Review Press. A new collection, Making a Map of the […]
Night Walk
Maybe the eyes are only just at night, if they can be just at all when open. Maybe everything seen is seen again, but not now. Now, what’s fixed moves, and what moves isn’t there. Now, as trees sliver in their roots, the limbs dispense another remedy for shallow breathing. Far off there’s barking, and […]
Squeal Like a Pig
some guest would always holler on the bus, or in the parking lot before getting close to the river, and I’d turn, half expecting Dickey come barreling up – dirty grin, hemorrhoidal gait. It’s not my favorite line of his, but I love him for that scene & all his elegant, bestial pomp, how the […]
Middle Fall
It was a reunion. It was holy differently again. I would not find such unbarren society, such theater of revere. The kingfisher in its pale-collared habit had fewer places to hide and flew wildly, dodging leaves no longer there. What was eaten was spared. Exposure, delight’s face, faced the interior out. Flight made no bones […]
Lifejackets
If as baby’s bibs on the four old growth NFL linemen in my raft, the lifejackets were like bloated articles of faith on the Baptist youth group who’d fifteen-passengered up from Pascagoula all night singing Our God is an awesome God he reigns from heaven above. And if there was something of Houdini in how […]
Southern Crescent
First light in Clemson: sweet gum, sudden suddenness: phlox in ditches, Slurpee of trumpet creeper – a train, always looking, is always lost. Even at the crossroads of Yonah Mountain and County Line – lost with its thin face, grimace and square eyes. See the runoff and fescue, red clay and pine. Lost, and a […]