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Tues 2/24 Jane Grenier & Leigh G. Phillips Read at Women’s & Trans’ Poetry Jam at Bluestockings

Women’s & Trans’ Poetry Jam & Open Mike for Women & Trans’

Tuesday Feb. 24th  7pm – 9pm

Feature Writers: Jane Grenier & Leigh G. Phillips

Naked and pure, Jane Grenier is a fine conjurer of sinewy imagery. A radically jagged-edged writer, she throws a sarcastic blow at the bling and posturizing of modern fashion with brutal precision. Her writings are the voice of dissention, politically challenging, socially relevant and thoroughly entertaining.

Leigh G. Phillips uses experimental forms and personal narrative to electrify empathy and bear witness. She opens doors that are the reverberation of a ghost in the house of memory.

This series, started in 1999, is hosted by Vittoria repetto – the hardest working guinea butch dyke poet on the lower east side

Bluestockings Bookstore
172 Allen St.
(between Staton & Rivington)
1 1/2 blocks south from E.Houston
NYC
212-777-6028
info@bluestockings.com

http://www.bluestockings.com/

Open mike ( for women & trans only) – sign-up at 7 pm – 8 minute limit
Bring your poetry, your prose, your songs, and your spoken word.

Take V or F train to 2nd Ave. and exit from the 1st Ave exit and walk south down Allen St. (aka. 1st Ave) 1 ½ blocks to the store.

Tues. 12/30 Elizabeth Morse & Stephanie Schroeder Read at Women’s & Trans’ Poetry Jam at Bluestockings

Women’s & Trans’ Poetry Jam & Open Mike for Women & Trans’

Tuesday Dec 30th 7pm – 9pm

Feature Writers: Elizabeth Morse &  Stephanie Schroeder

Elizabeth Morse is writing about people who take too many — or too few — risks in their lives. In recent years, I have been doing some political writing, triggered by fallout from the financial crisis of 2008. There were casualties. A character in my fiction has taken to embezzlement in hopes of becoming a reverse Robin Hood.

Stephanie Schroeder’s memoir, Beautiful Wreck, Lies & Suicide chronicles 15 years of misadventures as a lesbian with undiagnosed bipolar disorder in turn-of-the-millennium New York City. She will be reading about themes of mental illness, attempted suicide and recovery/mental health.

This series, started in 1999, is hosted by Vittoria repetto – the hardest working guinea butch dyke poet on the lower east side

Bluestockings Bookstore
172 Allen St.
(between Staton & Rivington)
1 1/2 blocks south from E.Houston
NYC
212-777-6028
info@bluestockings.com

http://www.bluestockings.com/

Open mike ( for women & trans only) – sign-up at 7 pm – 8 minute limit
Bring your poetry, your prose, your songs, and your spoken word.

Take V or F train to 2nd Ave. and exit from the 1st Ave exit and walk south down Allen St. (aka. 1st Ave) 1 ½ blocks to the store.

Tues Nov 25th Deirdre Sinnot & Hilary Sideris Read at Women’s & Trans’ Poetry Jam at Bluestockings

Women’s & Trans’ Poetry Jam & Open Mike for Women & Trans’

Tuesday Nov 25th 7pm – 9pm

Feature Writers: Deirdre Sinnot & Hilary Sideris

Deirdre Sinnot is working on a novel set in Utica, New York in 1835. It’s about a woman who discovers a family who are running away from slavery hiding in her shed. Her husband is part of the formidable opposition to the founding meeting of the New York Anti-Slavery Society that is being organized for late October in Utica. The woman must decide whether or not she will defy her husband and help the escaping slaves. The title of the book is The Comet.

Hilary Sideris will be reading from her new book, Most Likely to Die, poems in the voice of Keith Richards, based on his memoir, Life.

$5 suggested donation

This series, started in 1999, is hosted by Vittoria repetto – the hardest working guinea butch dyke poet on the lower east side

Bluestockings Bookstore
172 Allen St.
(between Staton & Rivington)
1 1/2 blocks south from E.Houston
NYC
212-777-6028
info@bluestockings.com

http://www.bluestockings.com/

Open mike ( for women & trans only) – sign-up at 7 pm – 8 minute limit
Bring your poetry, your prose, your songs, and your spoken word.

Take V or F train to 2nd Ave. and exit from the 1st Ave exit and walk south down Allen St. (aka. 1st Ave) 1 ½ blocks to the store.

Tues 10/28 Julia Steele Allen & Poonam Srivastava Read at Women’s & Trans’ Poetry Jam at Bluestockings

Women’s & Trans’ Poetry Jam & Open Mike for Women & Trans’

Tuesday October 28th 7pm – 9pm

Feature Writers: Julia Steele Allen &  Poonam Srivastava

Julia Steele Allen is a writer, performer, musician, activist and community organizer. Her writing centers on themes of rebellion, tragic beauty and making alchemy out of the tough times. She will be reading (in part) from her sci-fi/ fantasy trilogy where the “World of Imagination” overthrows the “World of Prisoners.” www.juliasteeleallen.com

Poonam Srivastava writes from the queer crossroads of identity, freedom, sex, and politics to offer poems and prose that shine a light on our common journey from birth to death.

$5 suggested donation
This series, started in 1999, is hosted by Vittoria repetto – the hardest working guinea butch dyke poet on the lower east side

Bluestockings Bookstore
172 Allen St.
(between Staton & Rivington)
1 1/2 blocks south from E.Houston
NYC
212-777-6028
info@bluestockings.com

http://www.bluestockings.com/

Open mike ( for women & trans only) – sign-up at 7 pm – 8 minute limit
Bring your poetry, your prose, your songs, and your spoken word.

Take V or F train to 2nd Ave. and exit from the 1st Ave exit and walk south down Allen St. (aka. 1st Ave) 1 ½ blocks to the store.

Tue 9/30 Laura Boss & Bina Sharif Read at the Women’s/Trans’ Poetry Jam at Bluestockings

Women’s & Trans’ Poetry Jam & Open Mike

Tuesday September 30th 7pm – 9pm

Feature Writers: Laura Boss & Bina Sharif

Laura Boss’s recent themes include searching for love on the internet and the usual themes of love,loss and betrayal( even of oneself).

Bina Sharif will read from her on going project of, “Stream of consciousness of singing birds.” It consists of memories past and present, thoughts of leaving and arriving and never leaving, observations on things amazing and,tragic and funny..

$5 suggested donation
This series, started in 1999, is hosted by Vittoria repetto – the hardest working guinea butch dyke poet on the lower east side

Bluestockings Bookstore
172 Allen St.
(between Staton & Rivington)
1 1/2 blocks south from E.Houston
NYC
212-777-6028
info@bluestockings.com

http://www.bluestockings.com/

Open mike ( for women & trans) – sign-up at 7 pm – 8 minute limit
Bring your poetry, your prose, your songs, and your spoken word.

Take V or F train to 2nd Ave. and exit from the 1st Ave exit and walk south down Allen St. (aka. 1st Ave) 1 ½ blocks to the store.

Poem: l’rondini di framura (the swallows of framura)

up from africa

for the season

to feast on insects

eating orchid fruits

and to hatch their babies

under drain pipes

and the corners of tunnels.

peaceful jets,

they pitch,

roll,

glide,

and float

down narrow sloping streets

and circle anicient towers.

©- 2014 – Vittoria repetto

poem: the protector


after mamma died,

nonna would sleep with me

in the big bed

in my parent’s apt.

dad coming home

after the restaurant closed

slept in my old bed.

as a teen

i wanted my own space

but had none.

i sometimes woke nonna up suddenly

as i in an adolescent sex dream

grabbed her.

and in the summer,

she liked the a.c. high

and i didn’t.

years after she died,

an old friend of nonna’s told me

nonna had heard

of widowers taking their daughters

and though she thought

dad was not the type,

she was going to make sure.

©- 2014 – Vittoria repetto

a poem of thanks

in my 20’s,
coming home
3am from the dyke bar
i climb the stairs up from dekalb station.
a monarch butterfly flutters on the stair lights;
lost from its course.
thinking someone might hurt it,
i wait ‘til it closes
its wings together,
softly grab the paired wings
wait for it to relax its legs;
once taught to me by the old italian guy
who grew morning glories
next to the bocce court on leroy
when i was a kid.
i cup the monarch in my hands like a prayer.
out on the street, 3 young guys
coming from where i need to go say
hey dyke!
where you going, dyke!
i figure i’m in trouble
then i remember
i still have the butterfly
and need it let it go.
i turn,
face my future beaters,
lift buddhist prayer hands to my face,
open and push the butterfly away.
it flies towards their faces.
the 3 guys duck,
confused and startled.
as the monarch goes safely to its course,
i too
go safely home.

©- 2014 – Vittoria repetto

poem: summer 2014 – chinatown park

80 degrees

and the water games begin:

ballons and space guns

block vs block,

girls vs. boys,

b ball team vs. b ball team

run, throw, retreat,

repeat.

in their enthusiasm,

they rain

near misses on the daily bench sitters.

an old chinese woman,

resting from her collection

of discarded water bottles,

yells her distain.

©- 2014 – Vittoria repetto

poem for nonna

today’s a sunny day, i’m thinking of you

you coming down the street with bundles

me with friends

you smile, say hello to my friends

and then the rest of the conversation is in italian

like you don’t know how to say it in english.

i remember you working in zampieri’s bakery

you would say yes sir to the women

no matter how many times i said

nonna say yes madam or yes miss.

today trying to read a italian newspaper

i’m thinking of you

how you argued with mama and dad

mama wanting not to teach me italian

growing up in world war 2

they weren’t to speak the language of the enemy

and dad wanting to teach me the genovese dialect

but you won out, it would be proper italian

but you always said

my italian grammar was bad

and i should have taken italian

but i thought french was cool for a english major

and i fiqured

reading dante in translation would be good enough

and your leftist guinea dyke granddaughter

was too busy fighting for

women and gays and colors

too busy hiding from her guinea self

to understand what i was losing

today, reading dad’s brain MRI report

i’m thinking of you

the massive stroke

one minute standing, the next dead

how you didn’t die in a hospital

tubes up your nose

your spirit dying

it frightened you so

that day

in the middle of my crying

this agnostic looked up to the heavens

and thanked whoever

for taking you quick

for not putting you in that hospital bed.

©- 2003 – Vittoria repetto

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