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Friday 11/22 Linda Whalen Quinlan & Vittoria repetto read at BGS-Queer Division

Friday November 22th at 7pm – LGBT Community Center, 208 West 13th Street (between 7th Avenue and Greenwich Avenue) Room 210
Suggested donation of $10 – no one will be turned away for lack of funds

Linda Whalen Quinlan will read from her poetry book, Chelsea Creek which won the Wicked Woman Poetry Competition.
Long-time LGBTQ activist and poet, Quinlan grew up the daughter of union parents, a factory worker, and a carpenter. As the lesbian mother of two sons, Quinlan explores issues of gender and motherhood while also observing the particularities of the past and present cultural landscape.
“Linda Whalen Quinlan renders the rough terrain of working-class New England with a lush beauty that pulls no punches, letting the brute hardness of a place and its people coexist with longing and love, finding the tenderness hiding inside tragedy,” PEN Award winner Michelle Tea said of Quinlan’s work. “I love these poems.”

Vittoria repetto will read from her first poetry book Not Just A Personal Ad and from her second book My Fingers Wonder which is not yet published.
Her poetry paints unforgettable moments within unforgettable scenes and casts an unapologetically direct and witty eye on life’s complexity
Poet and reviewer Rigoberto Gonzalez wrote in the Lambda Book Report about Vittoria repetto’s first full length poetry book Not Just A Personal Ad , “Poems of intense sensibility and gorgeous imagery are a rarity these days; but this book of verse by a distinctly working class, distinctly lesbian, and distinctly Italian American voice is a must for all readers of good poetry.”
Vittoria repetto hosted the Women’s/Trans’ Poetry Jam at Bluestockings Bookstore from 1999 until 2018 and was the vice president of the Italian American Writers Assoc from 1991 to 2016.

Thurs 2/23 Bina Sharif & Maria Lisella Read at Women’s & Trans’ Poetry Jam – Bluestockings

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

Thursday Feburary 23rd  7pm – 9pm

Feature Writers: Bina Sharif & Maria Lisella

Bina Sharif is writing about dreams; it’s called “Dream Projects”. Some dreams turn into nightmares but she guesses it’s  ok. We are going through a nightmare any way.

Maria Lisella has been revisiting themes of loss, survival, searching for joy and gratitude. And she visits those themes through the eyes of others in short and longer forms.

$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

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.

poem: seen from window

between buildings
a turtledove
preening on a tree branch.

©- 2015 – Vittoria repetto

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,



and float

down narrow sloping streets

and circle ancient towers.

©- 2014 – Vittoria repetto


Fri Apr 13 Italian Amer Book Festival

I’ll be attending and selling my books Not Just A Personal Ad and my chapbook Head For The Van Wyck

Special Event for Members*
will be held on April 13th at Fordham University.
Please read the announcement below and let us know if           you would like to participate.
In past years on a Sunday in May most bookstores remained open in Italy to encourage the sale of books and support and promote its writers. This initiative was called “Celebrazione dei Libri” (Book Celebration). In line with the spirit of this movement, IAWA – The Italian-American Writers Association, in collaboration with Dr. Giuseppe Perricone, Modern Language Department, are launching a “Sagra Del Libro” (Book Festival) on Friday, April 13 from 6 to 9 pm in the South Lounge of Fordham University’s Lincoln Center Campus, 113 West 60th Street (corner of Columbus Avenue) on the Mezzanine Floor. Admission is free to all.
All members of IAWA are invited to showcase their published books. There is no charge for individual authors but they must be members of IAWA. Non members wishing to participate must join IAWA first. Tables will be set up for the display of books and promotional materials, and authors will be available to speak with attendees and sign books. Also lively presentations consisting of readings and panel discussions by the authors will make for a fascinating evening of celebrating our Italian-American writers. Light refreshments will be served.
The Festival committee members are: Emelise Aleandri, Robert Agnoli, Jessica Femiania and Gil Fagiani. IAWA IAWA Authors wishing to participate in this event should contact Gil Fagiani immediately at Authors who are not yet members and who wish to join IAWA, please take this opportunity to join. Membership categories are: Student ($20), Senior ($20), Regular ($30), Associate ($100-249), Patron ($250- 499), Founder($500-1,000) and Benefactor ($1,000+). Payments and donations can be made through PayPal at For further information or any questions about IAWA, contact Dr. Robert Viscusi, President, at 718-951-5847 or at Thank you in advance for your participation.

the fade out by Vittoria repetto

The following poem is appearing in the 38 issue of the Paterson Literary Review.

the fade out

by Vittoria repetto
i miss the first signs
him speaking only in italian
figured a chance to practice mine
said the sunday times
has stories of people he doesn’t care about
figured his usual lack of caring
not trouble reading

new year day ’99
i call dad up
to wish him a happy new year
says he was tired
went to bed early
when i ask what he cooked
he can’t remember
says i opened a can
a can of what, i ask
he can’t remember
he gets annoyed
cursing porco di madonna e jesu
pig of madonna and jesus
the same curse to my mama
on the day she died
the 12 yr old in my head
looks around
sees the martial arts
the medical knowledge
in my brain
whispers in my ear
we know how to kill him now
i shut the kid up
as dad says piselli
a can of peas
and i say ciao
see ya dad and hang up
2 days later
he walks into my office
a 2 day old beard
he couldn’t find his razor

hospital referral
not enough piss
for a test
we hit the local bagel place
some coffee
hoping to load him up
he stares at the counter
the signs.
not talking
i wonder
can he count on one hand
the times he’s had a bagel
italian chef
50 yrs
in the foreign land of new york

he goes off
just after easter
his usual 6 months in italy
to make this year’s wine
3 days later
he’s wandered off
lost somewhere
they search in the wrong direction
down the hill
dad’s face on TV
for 4 days
more than warhol’s 15 minutes of fame
back in l’merica
he wanders again

police phone me at 5am
he’s at st. vincent’s emergency.
i put some clothes on
get up there
he ids his butch daughter
to the attending
as his brother.
on way out of the assisted home
to a restaurant
gnocchi with pesto
he hovers over
the pretty young girl at the front desk
thinking he’s the cat’s meow
not seeing himself
bent and befuddled



he’s waiting

for the free barber,

he complains to me

not enough money in his wallet.

he explores,

throws a chair.

i back up

to protect him


my demon.


i finally start
to clean his apartment out
the containers of farina, polenta all ajar
and full of bugs
the pasta machine
the coffee grinder
the potato masher
for the swiss chard pie
all dirty
and busted
the frustration  of not knowing
before lunch
we call italy
tells franca
he never sees me
she says call her
and you will see her
and i sit in front of him
and watch
as he calls

too unmanageable to go out
i bring him some gnocchi
for me
some fried calamari and broccoli di rabe.
i sit him down
refuses to eat
so i eat mine
he stares at me eating
somewhere in his head
a voice says eat
and he does

on the way up the elevator
from the early thanksgiving dinner
he seems to know me
talks a little
i lean over
and even though
it was never enough;
i whisper in his ear
dad i know you did the best you could
you understand?
he nods yes.


his 80th birthday

the social worker brings a sheet cake

i feed him

he is old man

his head drops

leaning into the plastic fork

he is child

his head drops

he is protozoa

cytoplasm engulfing the fork

i lift the prongs into his hard palate

he lifts his head

looks at me

says in italian

i know you

you’re the one w/ the money


in the hospital
diagnosed w/ malignant colon cancer
he keeps ripping
the feeding tubes out
they tie his arms down
6 months or more to live
legato giu come un cane
tied down like a dog
let him go
i lift the sleeping eyelids
eyes three whites
blue iris
no pupil
person gone
a shell
i stroke his cheek
kiss it

i come home
holy saturday
dinner w/ friends
answering machine message
that he’s passed
remembering him saying
to an 8 yr me
not to call him dad
pronouncing it
w/ an e thrown in
I’m papa, no dead
and now
dad’s dead

 © 2008 –Vittoria repetto

About Vittoria repetto

Vittoria repetto is a native downtown lesbian butch who grew up in the Greenwich Village. She is the daughter of immigrant Italian parents; from Liguria on her father’s side and Lombardy on her mother’s side.

Vittoria repetto has been published in Mudfish, Voices in Italian Americana, Rattle, Lips, The Paterson Literary Review, Italian Americana, Unsettling American: An Anthology of Contemporary Multicultural Poetry, Identity Lessons: Learning American Style, The Milk of Almonds: Italian American Women Writers on Food & Culture, and Harrington Lesbian Fiction Quarterly among others.

She has a chapbook entitled Head For the Van Wyck that contains a poem that her current publisher refused to print for fear of being sued by Camille Paglia.

In 2006, Guernica Editions published her first full length poetry book, Not Just A Personal Ad.
Since its release in Fall 2006 Vittoria repetto’s first poetry book Not Just A Personal Ad has won accolades; in a Lambda Book Report column, poet and reviewer Rigoberto Gonzalez wrote “Poems of intense sensibility and gorgeous imagery are a rarity these days; but this book of verse by a distinctly working class, distinctly lesbian, and distinctly Italian American voice is a must for all readers of good poetry.”

Chuck Forester in his Winter 2007 Lambda Book Report said: “My joy in reading these poems was Repetto’s rebel energy. She revels in her lust without avoiding her history. This is also a woman of courage as she negotiates the complexities of a multicultural existence. She tunes in to people who ride in her cab; she loves the city and the love of women. For her sex is freedom to indulge her desire; it is not possessive but an exchange of pleasure. Growing up in an age when all things sexual were disguised in metaphor, or never mentioned. I found her candor refreshing and stripped of anxiety.”
And the poet Edward Field said: “Her poetry has what T.S. Eliot and Wallace Stevens and the rest of them lack, clinging as they all do to their elitist view of poetry. I’d say she’s exactly what poetry needs — she returns it to the people, even if the people, as Gerry Locklin says, don’t read poetry. But maybe if more poets start writing like her, they will, or at least listen to it.”

Her poems have been chosen as “Editor’s Choice” in the Paterson Literary Review for five times since 2003.
She was a judge in the 2005 Publishing Triangle’s Audre Lorde Award for Lesbian Poetry & Thomas Gunn Award for Gay Poetry
Vittoria repetto was the vice president and the newsletter editor of the Italian American Writers Association from 1992 to 2012 and she has been hosting the Women’s/Trans’ Poetry Jam at Bluestockings Bookstore since its opening in 1999.