Category Archives: September

Poems by Patrick Pritchett

Beginning with a Line from Peter Riley

This is where love fastens us to the earth, undoing us as dust, long fade to anonymity, of a thousand evenings in which the one thing that matters most is not the end of day, but the abolition of beginnings.

Because living is impure light, stolen from a darkness that commands it, & what is lost haunts us with the promise of another, truer disaster.

The mute globe of breath in the heart trembles – lallation & echo, subsidence on a gray shore.

Out of the pulp of matter sublimity, then senescence. Late fall to planet, the grinding hour of prayer. Ardent or faltering, a star wipes a face in a grainy photo. The yellow ivories, the smoothed woods. Listless.

The Death of the Author

for Jane Gallop

If I were a writer, and dead, then how bright the sky at evening when evening is a word for making other words.

And how I would love to be dispersed across the sky, ashes thrown to the wind and someone’s beautiful eyes reducing me to a few precious details. Travelling outside whatever my life had been, joining me to a future that cannot know me, except as a toy that resurrects the destroyed.

If I were a writer and no longer a part of my story, but given over unseen to the birds at evensong, returning to the same life, the very same and yet different. Speaking warmly with strangers at the gate, skirting the paths through the park, spying on the couples who are kissing in their sleep, a part of the larger night where everything has already happened without me.

If I were a writer, and dead, I would enter the room of sudden desires. The one with salty foods and glasses of whiskey. The book there where I had left it. Your eyes, your voice.

Whatever pierces me. Speeches me. Even now, dead, writes me.

The history of helplessness is the wish for lyric.

Song X

If the soul could —
If the soul were butter
or if the soul were dirt
it could see you better

and then where on earth
to take the spoon from sorrow?

If the drift were bigger
the weight of it, hefted —
If the slow ink of its death
dropped clear the way

then bells, after.

If the ride to the station
in winter, at night —
if the night blazed carillons
then how we’d want to

want to be bitter —
Glory of stars saying under stars.
The saying of stars is litter.

Then the soul dives —
Then the soul all under
its coat of shivers shivers —


September 29: Stephen Philbrick and Patrick Pritchett

on Monday, September 29, 2014

at The Deja Brew Cafe & Pub, Wendell, MA

Doors open at 7:00 p.m.

Open mic starts at 7:30 p.m.

Sliding scale admission: $1 – $5

Lumberjack_1Steven Philbrick was born and raised in Providence, Rhode Island. He moved to the Hilltowns of Western Massachusetts 35 years ago, where he still lives with his wife, the potter Constance Talbot. He was a shepherd for many years and nineteen years ago became the minister of the West Cummington Congregational Church. His books include No Goodbye (Smith), Up to the Elbow and THREE (Adastra Press), and a prose book,The Backyard Lumberjack (Storey Publishing), co-written with his son, Frank. His poems have appeared in The New Yorker, New Letters, Mudfish, Key West Review, and We Are The Ones We Have Been Waiting For, among others. He writes, “I have been fortunate enough to make my living in the Hilltowns for many years. This means that I have received more than I have given. And I have given all that I have, although sometimes that was not too damn much of very good. The city boy has become a country preacher, because life in the Hilltowns is slow enough, steep enough, sharp enough and soft enough that I can apprehend some of it (I don’t worry about comprehending, just yet). All of these poems are love poems, if you know how to listen.”

Pritchett (2)Patrick Pritchett
 is Visiting Assistant Professor in English at Amherst College. His academic work focuses on poetry, disaster, and the messianic. Among his many publications are essays on Ezra Pound, George Oppen, Lorine Niedecker, Ronald Johnson, Rachel Blau DuPlessis, Fanny Howe, Michael Palmer, and John Taggart. His books of poetry include Burn, Gnostic Frequencies, and Song X.

ASC Festival Reading Schedule — Updated September 9

3:00 — Charles Bado

3:06 — Betsy Wheeler

3:12 — Chris Janke

3:18 — Nick Fleck

3:24 — Dianna Gordon

3:30 — Janet MacFadyen

3:36 — Greg Purcell

3:42 — Bob Suskind


4:10 — Paul Richmond

4:16 — Ish Klein

4:22 — Lea Banks

4:28 — Jim Behrle

4:34 — Mark Hart

4:40 — Deborah Poe

4:46 — Dustin Williamson

4:52 — Ilina Singh


5:10 — Trish Crapo

5:16 — Tom Timmins

5:22 — Brenda Iijima

5:28 — Bill O’Connell

5:34 — Christopher Sawyer Lauçanno

5:40 — Howie Faerstein

5:46 — Jess Mynes


6:10 — Candace Curran

6:16 — Arlo Quint

6:22 — Emily Pettit

6:28 — John Coletti

6:34 — Patricia Pruitt

6:40 — John Mulrooney

6:46 — Jim Dunn

6:52 — Mike Mauri

All Small Caps Anniversary Reading – Saturday, September 14

We’re gearing up to celebrate eight years of All Small Caps!

In honor of the anniversary, we’ll be gathering to hear featured readers from the last seven seasons.


When: Saturday, September 14. Doors open at 2:00 p.m. Readings begin at 3:00 p.m. (No open mic.)

Where: In the courtyard behind The Deja Brew, weather permitting.

Admission: Sliding scale of $1 – $5.

An official schedule will be posted as soon as we have finalized our guest list. Stay tuned to this site and our Facebook page for details as they come.

Until then, we hope you’re eagerly anticipating along with us the return of the following (list updated September 3):

from Season 1:
Ilina Singh, Trish Crapo, Jess Mynes, Paul Richmond, and Bob Suskind

from Season 2:
Bill O’Connell, Howie Faerstein, Heather Willey, Brenda Iijima, Candace Curran, Dustin Williamson, and Janet MacFadyen

from Season 3:
Arlo Quint, Betsy Wheeler, Ed Foster, Patricia Pruitt, and Christopher Sawyer-Lauçanno

from Season 4:
Deborah Poe & Lea Banks

from Season 5:
Mike Mauri & John Mulrooney

from Season 6:
Diana Gordon, Ish Klein, and Greg Purcell

from Season 7:
Nick Fleck, Tom Timmins, Emily Pettit

See you on the 14th!

A sampling of poems by Corrine Fitzpatrick and Brett Price, this month’s featured readers.

Please join us on the 24th to hear these fine NYC-based poets, and bring your work to share: the evening begins as always with an open mic at 7:00 p.m.

Poems by Corrine Fitzpatrick

Poems by Brett Price

September 24: Brett Price and Corrine Fitzpatrick

Join us for the start of our seventh season on Monday, September 24 at the Deja Brew.

Open Mic:
7:30 p.m. start (Doors open at 7:00 p.m.)

Featured Readers:

Brett Price lives and writes in Brooklyn, NY. He recently served as the Friday Late Night Series Coordinator at the Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church. His writing has been published in Brawling Pigeon, Bright Pink Mosquito, The Brooklyn Rail, and Well Greased.
Corrine Fitzpatrick is a poet and art writer in Brooklyn, NY. She will host the 2012-13 Talk Series for the Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church.

Admission: Sliding scale $1 – $5

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