you know what’s coming up, right? the first tuesday of may is coming up, which means we’ll be flooding the basement at sycamore with words and chords! come listen and/or sign up to read! festivities start promptly at 9 (which means if you show up around 10 you won’t have missed very much, but try showing up before 10, arright?). take that Q to Courtelyou! we’ll see you there. we’re the ones with the bells on and the beers in our hands and the chapbooks for sale.
if you need some extra encouragement, check these words from the latest chapbook by miz kate conte, primo poetess and all around cool gal:
No Sugar
Mother’s music is March rain
street crosser, dish washer
grocery grip strips
fingers bloodless
ankles ache from overweight
bills, put-down Picasso’s &
late they-trieds—
she treads walnut hard wood
with 5th cup tea
no sugar, just milk
her nest, empty.
It was snowing,
when a home quieted
It was snowing,
when daughter said
soon.
post-apocalyptics OUT.
post-apocalyptic 
