May 21, 2013 § Leave a comment
Deborah Fried-Rubin is pursuing her MFA in Creative Writing at Queens College, CUNY after many years of practicing law, and is a recipient of Queens College’s Silverstein-Peiser Award for Poetry and a former writer-in-residence at the Louis Armstrong House Musuem. Her work has appeared in the anthology Why I Am Not A Painter (Argos Books), and at Broadsided Press (online), as well as in WSQ’s Viral issue. Her chapbooks Language of the Lost and Found and Go Soon (forthcoming) are both put out by Finishing Line Press. She lives on Long Island with her husband and three children.
When: June 4, 2013
Where: Terraza 7 Cafe, 40-19 Gleane Street, Elmhurst, NY 11373
Time: 7:00 – 9:00 PM (open-mic sign up at 6:45)
Other: $5 suggested donation. For more information contact Richard Jeffrey Newman.
Here’s one of Deborah’s poems:
In The Town You Do Not Know
Marta dips two rugaleh in coffee to wash
off calories. Corner store barista knows
to put two Sweet n’ Lows. Barista knows
barista is no barista, but someone making coffee,
that no Sweet n’ Low counteracts two chocolate
rugaleh and creamy lemon pie. Marta drinks
her coffee, to carry away calories in liquid form.
Barista knows you can’t wash away calories.
Barista knows you can’t wash away blue
and purple welts. Marta wants welts to stay
behind glasses, wants calories to stay
behind Spanx. One leads to the other:
welter of calories and spanking new glasses.
Blue and purple eyeshadow. Eyeshades. Spanks.
Barista knows, but Marta doesn’t know she knows.
Marta knows barista knows, but doesn’t want
her to know. Doesn’t want to know she knows.
Rugaleh sweet enough to counteract low points
of coffee. Barista knows this isn’t so, but Marta
dips again, waiting for sweetness to rub off.