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Thursday, October 22, 2026: Stanley H. Barkan's "Crossings"

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Stanley H. Barkan is the editor/publisher of the Cross-Cultural Review Series of World Literature and Ar t, that has, to date, produced some 350 titles in 50 different languages. His own work has been published in 15 collections, several of them bilingual (Bulgarian, Italian, Polish, Russian, Sicilian).  His latest is Strange Seasons , a poetry and photographic collaboration with Russian artist, Mark Polyakov (Sofia, Bulgaria: AngoBoy, 2007).  He was the 1991 New York City’s Poetry Teacher of the Year (awarded by Poets House and the Board of Education) and the 1996 winner of the Poor Richard’s Award, “The Best of the Small Presses” (awarded by the Small Press Center), for “25 years of high quality publishing.”  In May 2006, he was invited by Peter Thabit Jones, editor of The Seventh Quarry , to be the solo featured poet at the Dylan Thomas Centre in Swansea, Wales.  In the Spring of 2008, he organized the historic—the first such since the death of Dylan Thomas in 195...

Thursday, October 8, 2026: Two poems by Terry Wolverton: "The Farthest North I’ve Ever Been" and "Not going to Paris"

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Terry Wolverton is author of thirteen books of poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction, including Embers , a novel in poems; Insurgent Muse: art and life at the Woman’s Building , a memoir; and her most recent novel, Season of Eclipse . She’s edited sixteen literary compilations. Terry received a COLA Fellowship from the City of Los Angeles, a Publishing Triangle award for nonfiction, and a Fellowship in Poetry from the California Arts Council. She is the founder of Writers At Work, a creative writing studio in Los Angeles, and Affiliate Faculty in the MFA Writing Program at Antioch University Los Angeles. http://terrywolverton.com The Farthest North I’ve Ever Been Which way is north? I think I once knew but now I’m turned around. There used to be a star to follow, but I can’t find it in the sky. Everything so brightly lit at night in the never- ending city. We’ve blinded the stars. The path ahead, is that north? Feels like earth’s axis has shifted. The road’s off- kilter. Coyotes ca...