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APIARY 4 Arrives June 1

APIARY Magazine Issue 4 Coming SoonAPIARY 4 will be released on June 1, 2012.

To get our biggest issue yet (45 artists, 7,000 copies) in print, come to our LAUNCH PARTY! Held in the cool Underground Arts cabaret space on 12th and Callowhill, there will be readings by our contributors, a goofy poetry slam, and a dance party to top off the evening. How often do you get to cut a rug with your favorite poet or teach a novelist how to dougie? That’s what we thought. Come on by.

After June 1, print copies of APIARY will be distributed across the city in libraries, coffee shops, and community centers. We’ll update our Google map and listing of locations as soon as they’ve landed.

To get APIARY 4 delivered to your door – and support the magazine at the same time – you can subscribe, too.

And finally, we will also have the magazine available online, as always.

Hope to see you on June 1!

 

Certain Circuits 2.1 Available Now

If you like a little multi in your media, a little video with your poetry, and fiction with your photography, Certain Circuits, launching issue 2.1 today, is the Philly zine for you. Dig in. You’ll need a big spoon.

Certain Circuits Bonnie MacAllister APIARY Magazine

“An uncommon magazine that examines the uncertainties of our particular steps through a multimedia site and a limited edition print edition. Certain Circuits exists to highlight cross-genre collaborative work. Read along: www.certaincircuits.org

The Pigeon Presents: A Really Good Time (Friday, May 4)

Denice Frohman at Pigeon Presents

Denice Frohman, a finalist in the Pigeon slam series, enjoying the feature poet at the March 2012 slam.

Here at APIARY, we are in the shout-out business. The high-five market. The commerce of compliments. We’ve made it our job to seek out the awesome literary projects of this great literary city and tell as many people about them as want to listen. Sometimes, it’s hard to know which great poet or chapbook or workshop we should highlight at any given time – there are so many!

But today the choice is easy, because our favorite new slam series, The Pigeon Presents: Philadelphia Poetry Slam, is holding its finals TOMORROW NIGHT.  (Founders Jacob and Alyesha are also helping to host our launch party on June 1 – THAT’S how much we like what they bring to the stage.)

Jacob Winterstein and Alyesha Wise started the Pigeon in part to rejuvenate Philly’s adult poetry slam community. Sure, there are lots of open mics, but in terms of competitive venues, we’ve been lagging behind New York and DC. So they’ve brought in top poets from outside Philly as features, injecting a little adrenaline and new energy into the scene. They also offer workshops before each event, to let newbies feel their way into maybe writing their own poems.

The Pigeon makes it a point to be welcoming to newcomers every first Friday. You know it’s a good event when you overhear your fellow audience members saying, “This is my first time at a poetry event, but this is fun!” Most importantly, the quality of the work onstage is excellent. The right people win for the right reasons. The Pigeon demands excellence and the competitors deliver.

This event will feature the winners of all previous slams going up against each other  - the fruition of Jacob and Alyesha’s work for the last 7 months. So go check it out. We’ll be there. And you’ll get a preview of the fun we’re going to have on June 1. 

Poetry Month Round Up

image credit: Takeo Takei

By Ebony Malaika Collier

The floodgates of poetry in the Philadelphia area have long been wide open. One need not wait til National Poetry Month (April) to experience or enjoy it. One need not even celebrate the whole “cruellest month” (T.S. Eliot). This year’s poetry month brought 2011 National Book Award Winner Nikky Finney to Philadelphia. In the audience was our own newly appointed Philadelphia Poet Laureate Sonia Sanchez, such a humble poet of the people. Nikky Finney is an excellent poet who takes you other places with her storytelling skill and her images. April 2012 also brought the epic return of The Last Word open mic to Philadelphia after its winter hiatus. The open mic was so hot it had to be shut down by the fire department. True story.

A great culmination to National Poetry Month in Philadelphia was the Philadelphia Poetry Festival held on Sat. Apr. 28, 2012 at the Free Library at 19th and Vine headlined by the all-female poetry collective Wings of Worth and Lamont B. Steptoe. The organizers worked hard to catch as many different kinds of poetry-fish as the waters of the Philadelphia poetry world continue to flow. Although it is an impossible task to catch them all the festival gave us a sampling of poets, organizations, venues and publications in the Philadelphia area both familiar to me and not. Kudos to the organizers: Tamara Oakman, Leonard Gontarek, Eileen D’Angelo, Autumn Konopka and Joanne Leva. Hope they do it again next year. http://phillypoetryfest.blogspot.com/?m=1

APRIL 30: HAIKU from SONIA SANCHEZ

Haiku

1
Come windless invader
I am a carnival of
Stars a poem of blood.

2
I have caught fire from
Your mouth now you want me to
Swallow the ocean.

3
When we say good-bye
I want yo tongue inside my
Mouth dancing hello.

4
Mixed with day and sun
I crouched in the earth carry
You like a dark river.

5
You too slippery
For me. Can’t hold you long or
Hard. Not enough nites.

6
Am I yo philly
Outpost? Man when you sail in
To my house, you docked.

7
This is not a fire
Sale but I am in heat
Each time I see ya.

8
I am who I am.
Nothing hidden just black silk
Above two knees.

9
I am you loving
My own shadow watching
This noontime butterfly.

10
Is there a fo rent
Sign on my butt? You got no
Territorial rights here.

11
My face is a scarred
Reminder of your easy
Comings and goings.

12
Derelict with eyes
I settle in a quiet
Carnival of waves.

13
I want to make you
Roar with laughter as I ride
You into morning.

14
I have carved you face
On my tongue and I speak you
In my off-key voice.

15
the I in you the
you in me colliding in
one drop of semen

16
legs wrapped around you
camera. action. Tightshot.
This is not a rerun.

17
Sonku

What I want
From you can
You give me? What
I give to
You do you
Want?
Hey? Hey?

18
love between us is
speech and breath. Loving you is
a long river running.

April 29: “Ida,” Debrah Morkun

Ida Pingala by Debrah MorkunYour name: Lindsay Steuber

Author’s name: Debrah Morkun, debrahmorkun.com

What’s the Philly (love) connection?: Morkun is part of New Philadelphia Poets (http://www.newphiladelphiapoets.com/)
Why’d you nominate this poem?: Debrah is a wonderful poet and I recently had an opportunity to hear some of her new work at a Milano’s Poetry Series reading. (http://milanophiladelphia.blogspot.com/)

 

IDA

1.

i could tell
the city
from a graveyard,

i couldn’t tell
the city from the tall
ladder in your room:

you climbed it yesterday

you climbed it just once
and you felt girlish
(more…)

APRIL 28: JIM DALEY, “TODAY I WATCHED TWO CHILDREN PLAY”

Jim Daley poem - Warrior WritersYour name: Lovella Calica

Author’s name: Jim Daley

Author’s website address: www.warriorwriters.org

What’s the Philly (love) connection?: Jim is a long-time Philadelphian who works at the VA giving back to veterans.

Why’d you nominate this poem?: I wanted to nominate a poem by a veteran to help shed light on this population and their experiences. This poem is really powerful and shows alot of different perspectives. 

 

 

 

 

 

Today I watched two children play


One taunts and the other plays David

Or Daud

The tall, thin, brazen child of 15 years

Displays his wit and bravery

Calls out to the soldiers 20 yards distant

Mocks them and issues insults in his native tongue

He takes off his shoe and waves it at the soldiers

The crowd laughs, the soldiers become very angry

(The gravity of the insult eludes me)

-

He does not elude the sniper

One shot

The tall, thin, child of 15 years spends his last breath

In jest

Gripping in his hand, an instrument of offense

-
The short, thin, quiet child of 12 years

Displays his skill and courage

Places a stone in his sling and twirls it

Defies them and takes aim at the giants

He releases a stone that falls short of their vehicle

A soldier picks up the radio again, and I cry out

(The futility of the act eludes me)

-
He does not elude the sniper

One shot

The short, thin, quiet child of 12 years spends his last breath

In Anger

Lying near his twisted form is an instrument, of defense?

 

Offense, defense, security – right? wrong.

Two kids…

 

 
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