The SpeakEasy dames host Ione’s Dream Festival this week.
Tag: poetry
Ione’s Dream Festival: Dream Poem
The SpeakEasy dames host Ione’s Dream Festival this week.
Hudson Valley Writers Showcase 26 Jan 2018
My guests were Faith Green and Nancy Klepsch. Low tech stream available at the WGXC archives (downloadable)
See Emily Play
The last event for me in October was NEPCA at UMass-Amherst where I gave a presentation on Elisabeth Sanxay Holding’s The Blank Wall; at PCA National this spring I’ll be talking about the film adaptations, too. I also finally visited Emily Dickinson’s house. Despite living in New England for many years, I had not managed to get there. It was…
Devil’s Night (2007)
Devil’s Night It was called Devil’s Night in the town where I lived That veiled night before Halloween, When goblins came out and devils ran wild And some said that witches were seen. We kids stayed inside, safe in our beds And whispered of what there might be— But one year we intended to see…
Call for Submissions: My Wandering Uterus
The fabulous Byron Ballard (forensic folklorist & village witch) suggested putting together an anthology of women’s travel writing to be called My Wandering Uterus. And while I continue to say, ‘No more editing jobs!’ somehow I have been roped into this project. So here is the call: We seek essays, stories and poetry about your…
Devil’s Night (2007)
Devil’s Night It was called Devil’s Night in the town where I lived That veiled night before Halloween, When goblins came out and devils ran wild And some said that witches were seen. We kids stayed inside, safe in our beds And whispered of what there might be— But one year we intended to see…
#WhanThatAprille16: Riddle 20
Jumping into spring: it’s the time when folk long to go on pilgrimages and in addition to seeking the blissful holy martyr, medievalists like to share their love of language with the world. Thanks to Chaucer Doth Tweet, the event this year is called #WhanThatAprille16 so check out the hashtag for more audio delights. Here’s…
The Pallid Mist
Follow me into the pallid mist And I will give you a lover’s kiss; Should the sun rise before you flee You’ll have to bide a while with me. Johnny, oh Johnny, don’t walk in the mist And don’t share the secrets of girls you have kissed. Your heart, forged from marble so cold and…
Loreena McKennit, The Egg, 16 Oct 2015
The Egg is a lovely performance space: unfortunately it’s smack in the middle of the Empire State Plaza, a structure designed and built in the infernal realms (there’s a plaque that says so, I swear it). Between the normal Byzantine route required to actually enter the plaza and then hope to find parking and the…
K. A. Laity 