This series has been resurrected at McGeary's down on Clinton Square in Albany, far from the Lark St. scene where it had a home at Tess' Lark Tavern since January 2005. We all hoped the Lark would rise again but, like the phoenix, we would never know what form it would take. But here we have a "room of one's own" as Virginia Woolf would put it & it worked just fine. (On a personal level I admit to pining over Nicole the waitress, but Meaghan was pretty & efficient & perhaps we too can build a lasting relationship.)
Coyote poems, whether or not people care about coyotes. The house was filled with Lark Tavern fans & regulars, like Joe Krausman, who read about his heart ("Biochemistry") & a prose poem about his Army days, "Before Inspection. Todd Fabozzi did a could of political poems, "The Machine" on Albany & a broader political rant on America.
North-country girl Jill Crammond Wickham had 2 hunting poems in anticipation of the season, "From the Deer Hunter's Handbook, or Advice to the Groom" & "Hunting Poem About Gutting a Carcass Already Bled Dry," in case you ever needed this information while wandering down Lark St. Josh McIntyre was much more simple with his short pieces, "Leaks" & "Night & Day." Carolee Sherwood began with an image of a yellow dress hanging on a fence downtown ("The Last Weekend in September"), then "From the Handbook for Surviving a Fall," 2 recent poems as should be evident from the titles.
Cheryl Rice began with a blissful story of "Halloween in Kingston" then on to the Roy Rogers inspired "Trigger at Auction" [from Tom Robbins' Even Cowgirls Get the Blues: "I told Dale, 'When I go, just skin me & put me on top of Trigger.' And Dale said, 'Now don't get any ideas about me'." -- Roy Rogers.] Tess Lecuyer began writing a sonnet that turned into a villanelle (naturally) for Lilly the weiner dog at the Albany WordFest. RM Engelhardt had 2 very serious poems, "The Procession" that he said is a response to/based on a poem by Thom Francis, than an older piece "When."
The recently married Bless maybe got himself in trouble with some short borrowed lines about being married, then recovered enough with his right-on poem about our attitudes about being stuck in traffic, with its unsettling punch line. Avery's poem's title was like a poem in itself, the poem an enthusiastic rant about using your breath wisely, then the equally up-beat "From Me to You What Happens When You Smile" (Yes!).
Poets Speak Loud presented by AlbanyPoets.com every last Monday at McGeary's at Clinton Square (near where Melville lived), in the back room.