Photos from the chapbook release party and reading/signing at White Birch Books on July 17, 2011, in North Conway, New Hampshire. It was a great turnout, with a lively audience, and I really enjoyed it. A big thank you to Laura Lucy of White Birch Books for agreeing to host on such short notice!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Some photos taken during my reading at Effingham Public Library on July 21, 2011. A quaint venue, packed with a great audience, and a lot of talented poets who took the floor for the Open Mic after my featured reading. Thank you, to Katie McCarthy & Jim Pittman~glad I was invited!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Just finished up this interview with Steve McManus, on his Blog Talk Radio show, Forbidden America~it was fun! The interview is archived on the site, and available for listening if you missed the live show. You can catch the episode at the link below:
Interview with Poet Lauren Tivey - The Breakdown Atlas 07/16 by Steve McManus | Blog Talk Radio
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Wow~just realized that press releases for my book launch and poetry reading tomorrow are plastered all over the internet! Cool, should be a good turnout. Here's a bunch of links:http://gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=68692.html
Monday, July 11, 2011
Announcing a reading and book release party for my book, The Breakdown Atlas & other poems, this Sunday afternoon at 3:00 p.m., July 17th, at White Birch Books on Main Street in North Conway, New Hampshire. I'll post the press release when it comes out. I'll be reading from the book, and copies will be available for sale and signing afterwards. Hope to see you there!
P.S. I'll also be a featured reader at Writer's Night, at the Effingham Public Library, at 7 p.m. on Thursday, July 21st. The library is located at 30 Town House Road, Effingham, NH. Consider stopping in, if you're close by~I'd love to see you!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
It's here! My chapbook, The Breakdown Atlas & other poems is now available online at The Chapbook Store. The price is $12.00, plus $1.85 for shipping. You can read the bio, some excerpts, reviews, and complete a purchase here:
Or, it can be purchased directly through Big Table Publishing Company, here:
I haven't even seen the actual book yet~that will happen next week, when I arrive in the States. I'm sure they're great-looking, perfect, even~so I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Robin Stratton, editor of Big Table Publishing, for all her efforts (plus, she is a delight to work with!). Wow, this made my day...
Well, this is kind of cool~I just got invited for an interview on a radio talk show during my visit to the U.S. next week. I'll be talking about my time here in China, and about my chapbook, The Breakdown Atlas & other poems. The interview will be on a blog radio show called Forbidden America, hosted by Steve McManus. It's a half hour format, with no commercial breaks, carried on Blog Talk Radio, Shoutcast Radio, iTunes, Smartphone Net, and others. It'll be airing live on Saturday, July 16, at 11:00 p.m., and immediately archived and available for listening. I'll post the interview once it airs, but in the meantime, here's a link to the site~check out the wide and funky range of interviews (I love the pagan-themed ones), if you're interested:
Yeah! I'm excited about this. Should be a fun thing to do?
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Another poem of mine, "Meadows in Vermont", just up in the July issue of Blue Lake Review. A nice, clean website, with lots of quality work~happy to be included. You can read the poem here:
As the skies darken and spill, two students
fall in love in my English class, their eyes
flashing over verb conjugations. Lightning
jabs the city, endless water sheeting windows,
cascading down, flooding streets; for weeks
the air a thick veil draping
Asia, plump fruit
nodding in the mist. Hands are busy
under the table—his wife, her husband,
their children, other lives, no secret.
They don’t care that I know, as I string
adjectives, comparatives, superlatives
on the board, back turned. After an hour,
I watch them go, desperate for touch, for
their weekly appointment in a muggy motel,
where they’ll peel off damp clothes, join
their hot and delirious bodies to the relentless
drum of rain. And what do I care, as I turn out
lights? I walk home through another wet evening,
under dripping trees, the suspended plums shining
and ripe, close enough to pluck. A snarl of thunder
reminds me, this season will be over soon enough.