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Thursday, September 17, 2026: Jeffrey Bryant's "Drive by America ----"

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  Jeffrey Bryant is a Pushcart-nominated queer poet from Los Angeles. His work has appeared in the LA Weekly , LA Times , Poetic Diversity, New Verse News , Poetrysuperhighway.com , Synkroniciti, Quill and Echo, Tension Literary, Journal of the Plague Years, Coiled Serpent, Altadena Poetry Review, Shadowplay, Sparring with Beatnik Ghosts, Cholla Needles Literary Journal and Tender Hearts Club . He will appear in a forthcoming photography book of Los Angeles poet portraits from Moon Tide Press. His debut collection The Catacombs of Vanished Lovers is out now on Cherry Pie Press. @thecherrypiepress Drive by America ---- is there a stable freeway not wobbling its furious  concrete into screams or its interchanging futures, its off ramps not taken,  all the gas, food, dislodging, the phone sex on the call box,  weigh stations  buckling under the burden  of youthful obsession, all of it one miniature golf course away from heart failure?  where on the G...

Thursday, September 10, 2026: GOODW.Y.N.'s "Ode to Tent Cities"

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  Nicole Goodwin aka GOODW.Y.N. They are longlisted for The Pulitzer Prize in Poetry for 2023 , the 2023 RWW Creative Nonfiction Fellow, as well as the 2018 Ragdale Alice Judson Hayes Fellowship Recipient , while advancing to the 2nd Round of the 2018 Creative Capital Awards . They published the articles “Talking with My Daughter…” and “Why is this Happening in Your Life…” in the New York Times’ parent blog Motherlode . Additionally, their work “Ain’t I a Woman (?/!): Poems,” was longlisted for The Black Spring Press Group’s The Christopher Smart-Joan Alice Prize for 2020 . Ode to Tent Cities Too many tents, harboring The unwanted. Haunted housing, With no walls, bedding, or door mats To bid you welcome and farewell. It’s as if evolution has gone mad, And forgotten who made it so. That the trees did cry wolf; and wind Blows harshly, without even baring a sound. I wonder when we are all left upon the street, Will those whose greedy little thumbs, forefingers, Pinkies, nail-bit...