An Exceptional reading series in downtown Baton Rouge, LA (presently hosted by Caneland Distillery). River Writers offers pop up creative writing readings for the literary community. Founded in 2008, River Writers is hosted monthly. For regular reading interested readers and traveling writers can contact us at: riverwritersbr@gmail.com to inquire about LA readings.
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Monday, November 16, 2009
river merge
testing the waters with collab poems written by:
Colleen H. Fava
& Vincent Cellucci
as well as
Chris Shipman
& DeWitt Brinson
Count your rivers playing kiss chase
Trollop. The grass is high.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Ampersand Books Reading
*river burst*
in conjunction with egsa (thanks to susan kirby-smith & dave for hooking up venue)
note: reading's at chelsea's (small bar) at 9pm (11.10)
Ampersand Books' editor Jason Cook is in town
up from the New Orleans Book Fair and requested a river--
locals Penelope Dane, Ben Lowenkron, & Bobbi Parry joining him
Monday, November 2, 2009
riverember
huge month for river
three back to back readings--
this river:
boz, river returnee pathogen free
ben, back with the surreal
amanda, a new river to welcome
and j.t. , bold river regular
evening corpse:
weekend saw shippy drinking wind
big scissors can’t cut drunk roadrunner
he put his hand on my fruit and cried “help!”
the ants
in my car taste like plastic
better than rotten coffee glued to my favorite mug
science experiment in dirty dishes
no, seriously, what fuck are we supposed
to do with this shit?
for the love of what the fuck next
I stand with no memory
sicken chicken wing
show me a ninja switch around our knuckles
because knuckles buckle, I munch glass
wind bottles my signature blown out of my ass
times amount you bang your head against the wall
before you realize the wall exits for you
there is fog in the room. there is no room.
I meant foyer and I meant zoom and I meant rain
yesterday I forgot to turn off the raindrops. I want you to say so.
I’m siiiinggging in the spriinkkleerrr!
wwwater on my fingers
fishing in lemonade
in the trees, dripping like honey, your face on a coin
I fingered that coin till I memorized the amnesia
and quiet takes me out of the conversation
bow my head and contemplate
never thoughts drinking out of the lines
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