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At the table: Dagne Forrest, Samantha Neugebauer, Jason Schneiderman, Kathleen Volk Miller, Lisa Zerkle   This recording had a rough start, Slushies. We're talking technical difficulties, disappearing dogs, and tomato-eating cats. But we rallied in time to discuss two poems from Eli Karren. Jason hails the Whitmanian, associative line found in these poems. We're taken with the specificity of detail, right down to botanical names and brands of beer. And speaking of Whitman, Kathy shares this scathing review of his then newly published Leaves of Grass. Lisa gives a shout out to Asheville as they welcome visitors one year after Hurricane Helene. Sam remembers that nearby North Carolina mountain towns stood in for the Catskills in the movie “Dirty Dancing.”  And we close with a poetry book recommendation, Gabrielle Calvocoressi's The New Economy, just named to the National Book Award's Short List. Stay tuned for our next episode, also featuring a poem from Eli Karren. As always, thanks for listening! Eli Karren is a poet and educator based in Austin, TX. His work can be found in the swamp pink, At Length, Palette Poetry, and the Harvard Review.    Mountain Laurel Last summer I drank until blackout, then chatted about Cronenberg with my neighbor. My head lolled over the fenceline. Even the ivy judged me. In the morning, I woke early to go to the pool, imagining a polar plunge as the ideal hangover cure. Really, it was a baptism. The purple light erupting first, over the city, mirrored back across the water, like a shattered jar of preserves, before the orange took hold, a tiny flame cupped between hands, being blown full to life. How Old Testament of me! To dip my head beneath the current, still in the blackness, and rise to the light. To watch the old men, naked and shriveled, towel off in the cold air, speaking of a tree that was to be sheared, their bodies backlit by roosting bats and mountain laurel. I don't remember the last night I didn't drink. For the longest time I said it was a response to the boredom. To the loneliness. I had kept myself distracted with NBA highlights and foreign films. With amateur pornography and snapchat filters. In a way, I felt as though I was already dead. A ghost wearing a human suit. That at any moment I could be cracked open. That inside, was the rising tide of a summer storm, turning the sky ominous and teenage. Maybe, feathers. Stuffing. Packing peanuts.   Elegy for the East Side Just tonight, walked from one end to the other, sequestered to the sidestreets, skipping over puddles and burned books Everything clumsy and beautiful and new Popped in for a drink at the garden supply store Noticed all the young couples sipping cocktails from flowerpots, kissing over pinwheels & lawn gnomes Could make out over the sound of small talk, the DJ spinning Plantasia The wisteria and wilted chard seeming nonplussed noncommittal This place isn't the same since you left it Outside Mama Dearest the Cryptobros try to film themselves jumping a Cybertruck on a Lime Scooter Their wives hold Hamms in a semi-circle and look slightly like a Midwestern coven So elegant in their clear disdain Inside the parlor, the shrill recreation of a hunting cabin Taxidermied deer heads pepper the space between pin up girls, creating a dichotomy of destructive desire Nothing a shot of Malort and some curly fries couldn't handle On the corner, telephone pole advertisements proffer mass ascension and a wet T-shirt contest A candlelit vigil at the American Sniper's grave A shotgun of Lonestars chased down with a shotgun of Modelo The Texas sky somehow wider than ever The frequencies of bluebonnet giving way to indigo and periwinkle The quiet streets to house shows and seances This, so unlike the night we met No stars No fireworks No strangers in the street holding sparklers as we find each other in the handsy cocoon of porchlight No, only the moon sitting on the treeline like the egg sac of a wolf spider But on the water a cross between a duck boat and a pedal pub tied together with purple fairy lights Someone new, pumping her legs beside me The first to stir more than leaf litter and carcinogenic pollen Licking the salt from the rim of my margarita and shrugging A shorthand to say she is taking me home

When Marion pops up on Zoom with her curls blown out to smooth newscaster perfection, it's a hot topic and one that offers a perfect lead-in to the first poem up for discussion, “Your Hair Wants Cutting” by this episode's featured poet, Michael Montlack. The three poems we're considering take inspiration from the Mad Hatter character in Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. We discuss, Slushies, how much, if any, contextual framing is needed to guide the reader when poems refer to a character who resides in our collective imagination. We also talk about local and regional idioms, and for Kathy, how difficult they are to unlearn (shout out to Pittsburgh!). Marion accidentally bestows a new nickname on Jason. Dagne has an opinion about how speech is rendered within a poem: italics or quotation marks. She's team italics, Slushies, which are you? While thinking about the line in these poems; Marion refers to Jason's excellent essay on the history and theory of the line from his book Nothingism: Poetry at the End of Print Culture. Another poem in the batch has Marion recalling Jason's poem “Wester.” As always, thanks for listening! At the table: Dagne Forrest, Samantha Neugebauer, Jason Schneiderman, Kathleen Volk Miller, Marion Wrenn, and Lisa Zerkle Michael Montlack's third poetry collection COSMIC IDIOT will be published by Saturnalia. He is the editor the Lambda Finalist essay anthology My Diva: 65 Gay Men on the Women Who Inspire Them (University of Wisconsin Press). His work has appeared in Poetry Daily, Prairie Schooner, Cincinnati Review, Lit, Epoch, Alaska Quarterly Review, Phoebe and other magazines. In 2022, his poem won the Saints & Sinners Poetry Contest for LGBTQIA+ poets. He lives in NYC and teaches poetry at NYU and CUNY City College. https://www.facebook.com/michael.montlack https://www.instagram.com/michaelmontlack (website) https://www.michaelmontlack.com/ “Your Hair Wants Cutting” my grandmother would say, sitting there at her window, monitoring the restless crows. Her robe nearly as ancient as she. Since when are you concerned with fashion? I once dared to ask. I was seventeen, restless as those crows. I knew she wasn't talking about my curls. Plumage, she used to call it when I was a boy. Sit down, little peacock—your hair wants cutting. Even then I knew it was a cutting remark. Laden. Throwing cold kettle water on my fire. I reminded myself that she was a widow. And was glad that at least I would never cause a woman to suffer such grief. I reminded her how I donned a hat most days. She stared me up and down, her eyes like the ocean's green cold. Clever. Your kind seems to have a clever answer for everything … I swallowed the indictment. Why not make yourself useful, she said, putting down her tea cup, eyeing the trash on her tray. I was glad to oblige, happy to depart before she could notice the low waist of my trousers, let alone the height of my heels. Muchier Picture me on a grand terrace, tipping my hat. Crossing a bridge over the river of defeat— it's definitely a state of ascent. Being owed rather than owing. A blatant triumph against the conventional. A la Lord Byron. A monocle without glass, worn for style. It's an advance for a memoir about a life you haven't yet lived. Bound to be lost on some but admired by all. Likely absent during the lessons on common subjects: Algebra, Classic Literature, Biology. More devoted to the mastery of the quaintest arts: Porcelain, Calligraphy, Tapestry Weaving, Drag. As ephemeral and ethereal as a bubble. It's not something you adopt. It's something that abducts you. Enviers call it utter madness, but the muchiest of the muchier won't even fathom the phrase. Inheritance There wasn't much to leave—my sister, also suspiciously unwed, took the cottage and the wagon. But our mother had insisted that the tea set should be mine. “It's dainty and a bit chipped. Like you,” she chortled on her deathbed. I failed to see the humor but took it just the same. Knowing my sister would likely surrender it to the church, where the nuns might put it to good use but never appreciate its finery, as that would be vanity. I much rather hear my motley chums slurp from it as they sit steeped in my ridiculous riddles. I never admitted how I crafted them at night, alone in bed, in the quiet twilight, the hour I imagined reading bedtime stories to the children I never had. An apprentice son would've been nice, to hand down millinery techniques. Instead I had the ghost of one, there in my workshop, where imaginary fights erupted over whose turn it was to sweep up the felt or sharpen the scissors. Of course, I appeared mad, a much better impression to leave than the riddle of my bachelorhood. Sometimes I wanted to smash the porcelain cups, chuck them at that bloody caterpillar stinking up the forest with his opium. Why not? There was no one to inherit my pittance. No one to be trusted with my legacy… until the appearance of this girl, at once strange yet so familiar. I quite liked her. The way she held her own with me. If ever I had a daughter, I would have wanted her to be as brave as she. Defending the poor Knave of Hearts, accused of stealing the Queen's tarts. There in that courtroom, I almost lost my head but finally found a beneficiary.

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Episode 143: Do They Still Have Bulletin Boards?     Our discussion of Alyx Chandler's poems has us considering the liminal space between girlhood and womanhood, summer and fall, print and digital cultures, good bug and bad, Slushies. With these poems, we're swooning over summer's lushness, marveling over kudzu's inexorable march, and thinking back to steamy afternoons running through sprinklers with skinned knees. Set at the end of girlhood, these poems makes us think of the Melissa Febos book of the same name. Jason is charmed by the poet's hypotactic syntax and her control of the line. Be sure to take a look at the poems' format at PBQmag.org.     As our own summers wrap up, Lisa saves monarch caterpillars while Sam smushes lantern flies. Kathy shares her new secret for a solid eight hours of sleep. Looking to the future, we're celebrating forthcoming chapbooks and books. Dagne's chapbook “Falldown Lane” from Whittle, Jason's book “Teaching Writing Through Poetry,”  and Kathy's “Teaching Writing Through Journaling,” both from a new series Kathy is editing at Bloomsbury. As always, thanks for listening.      At the table: Dagne Forrest, Samantha Neugebauer, Jason Schneiderman, Kathleen Volk Miller, Lisa Zerkle          Author bio: Alyx Chandler (she/her) is a poet from the South who now teaches in Chicago. She received her MFA in poetry at the University of Montana, where she was a Richard Hugo Fellow and taught poetry. In 2025, she won the Three Sisters Award in Poetry with Nelle Literary Journal, received a Creative Catalyst grant from the Illinois Arts Council, and was awarded for residencies at Ragdale and Taleamor Park. She is a poet in residence at the Chicago Poetry Center and facilitates workshops for incarcerated youth with Free Verse Writing Project. Her poetry can be found in the Southern Poetry Anthology, EPOCH, Greensboro Review, and elsewhere.    Author website: alyxchandler.com    Instagram @alyxabc    Love Affair with a Sprinkler   I've only got so many days    left to wet this face to rouse enough   growl to go back  where I came from    to build a backbone  hard as sheet metal   from the engine of  dad's favorite truck   the one I can  never remember    though it carried me  everywhere I needed to go    and of course where I didn't   short-shorts trespassing  abandoned kudzu homes    scraped legs inching   up water towers   creeping down stone church rooftops   girlhood a fresh-cut lawn where secrets coiled   like a water hose  stuck in kinks   spouting knots  writhing in grass    begging to spit at every pepperplant    sate all thirst I want to drown   to be snake-hearted again my stride full   of spunk and gall half-naked in an    embrace with the  spray of irrigation jets    their cold drenching my kid-body good    and sopping-wet  in hose-water rivulets   under its pressure  I shed regret   molt sunburn squeal hallelujah    in a hot spell— such a sweet relief    I'd somehow  after so many years   forgotten. Once I Lived in a Town    where grocery stores dispensed  ammunition from automated machines,    all you needed was an ID and license, the sign advertised, but there are ways    around that, a cashier told me, snuff a bulge  half-cocked in his cheek. But my target?    The choose-your-own-adventure  bulletin board. If you were brave,   you'd let some guy named John shoot  you with their dad's old Nikon film   camera. Girls only. No tattoos, the ink of the red-lettered flyer bled. Those days    I craved someone—anyone—to lock and load my rough-hewn beauty like    a cold weapon. Ripen the fruit of  my teenage face. Save me. Instead I   washed the ad in my too-tight jeans, let it dye my pocket grapefruit pink.    Once I lived in a town where daily I wore a necklace with a dragonfly wing    cured in resin, gifted from a lover,  a lifelong bug hater. Love can live in    the crevice of disgust, I found, but  lost it within the swaths of poison oak    where I shot my first bullet into wide- open sky and felt death echo its curious    desire, automatic as the gun's kickback.  My legs mottled in pocked rash. Then a    hole I didn't know existed. A souring.  Bitter and salt the only taste craved,    a rotten smell in the fried fatback I ate.  Once I lived in a town where the first    boy I kissed in the wreathed doorway of my childhood home left Earth too   soon from a single shot. I can't ask: is this what the military taught him? I only   know the cruel way high school relationships  end, 5-word text then never again. His fine-   line dragon doodles and i-love-you notes  still in my Converse shoe box in an attic,   twelve years untouched. I once lived in  a town where obits never contained   the word “suicide”—everyone is a child of Christ, and I mean everyone, our pastor   used to say, a joke staining his sincerity.  God, how I undercompensate, use safety   pins for my grief when I need weapons-grade  resistance, a cast-iron heart. Once I lived   in a town where I found a primed handgun under the bed of a boy I cheated with.   Delirious, I buried it in a dumpster until he cried that it was his great-grandfather's,   an heirloom he couldn't forget or forgive and after that I never saw him again. I didn't   have the language to ask him what I needed to know, Prozac newly wired in my brain,   a secret I could barely contain. Once I  crushed my trigger finger between the   door of who I wanted to be and who I actually was; I let that town press me    like a camellia between a book, inadequate  as a cartoon-decorated band aid trying to   stop the blood flow from a near-miss bullet. The Brooder   beneath nest boxes a squawk sinks out  so docile it turns me over both startles and   settles me this sudden birdbrain  how domestication is a brawl    inside me: the cockatrice papering my chicken heart with pockets of wire  I peel back its cuticle remove the bloom   to clean the coop   and find a little yolkless moon  an eyeball I push open and memorize then chuck over my roof   until a hen digs a crack with her beak breaks speckled curtains    of turquoise consumes her newest creation without pity or pause  

On this episode… liquid nostalgia. We've got two stories about those fountains of childhood sugar highs and summer memories - bug juice and slushees. This episode was hosted by Michelle Jalowski. Storytellers: Stacey Bader Curry goes to sleepaway camp, and is faced with a sticky situation. Denzell Jobson makes an unexpected friend because of anime. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Summer scrambled us, Slushies, from UAE to North Carolina, from D.C. to Scotland and back, from North Carolina to New York City, and to Philly, of course. Phew! Sam has just returned after a month-long residency through the Hawthornden Foundation in Scotland in an actual castle where she worked on her novel. The crew came together on Zoom to discuss two poems by Elvira Basevich, “Beautiful Girls” and “Pallas Athena”. The first poem transports Kathy and Marion to their teenage days on the Jersey shore. For Marion, the ending of the poem with its Beauty in the bathroom mirror, recalls the energy of Ada Limón's “How to Triumph like a Girl”.     The discussion of “Pallas Athena” notes the poem's foresight to mark a memory as it's made, which sends Marion to Wordsworth's Tintern Abbey and has Lisa mis-marking that poem as the one with daffodils. Imagining the future while in the past also reminds Marion of André Aciman's discussion of arbitrage and Tintern Abbey in the New Yorker. We talk about endings, Slushies, and how hard it is to nail the dismount. Last but not least, we celebrate the release of Marion's new book of poems, Gladiola Girls, with a group photo. Be sure to check out the picture to peep how Kathy's chrome manicure matches the book's color scheme.   At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Marion Wrenn, Samantha Neugebauer, Lisa Zerkle, and Sebastian Rametta (sound engineer)   Elvira Basevich is assistant professor of philosophy at University of California, Davis. Her first poetry collection, How to Love the World (Pank 2020), was shortlisted for the National Jewish Book Award. Her poems have recently appeared in Pleiades, On the Seawall, Diode, & The Laurel Review. Lately, she's been writing a lot about her father who returned to Russia years ago without saying goodbye.   Website:  www.elvirabasevich.com   Instagram: @elvirabasevich   BEAUTIFUL GIRLS   I used to line up with teenage girls on the boardwalk like oysters on the half shell. We kissed each other  for practice. We guessed how much nakedness we  could fit inside our mouths, swallow whole or spit out.  These are some of my best memories. Sitting on  lifeguard chairs till dusk talking about life.  Dates, gulls, the milky surf came to us, but they  had to climb a ladder to our perch. Bring an offering  of beer and cigarettes. Even then, we admitted few.  Our bodies were a salvation then, a cause for celebration, something new to smell and taste and touch every  morning, the threshold of a pagan's afterlife:  an all-you-can-eat buffet of physical pleasures. All these  years later, even without the hours of applying makeup  in the bathroom mirror, matching mesh crop tops to low risers, taking selfies, I feel so beautiful.  I don't mean that metaphorically, as in Plato's description  of a beautiful soul as a chariot pulled by two winged  horses, but the real, pulsating thing: the Beauty  who looks back from the bathroom mirror and smiles.   PALLAS ATHENA   We tracked deer in the snow, studied philosophy  and mathematics. Like you, I inherited  my father's passions: the love of war, physical beauty,  America's Funniest Home Videos. I can still hear  his laughter in a hotel in upstate New York  on our only family trip. Soviet émigrés with blue hair and adult grandchildren preferred to speak in English and eat hot dogs and hamburgers rather than piroshki and cold cuts with slivers of wobbly jellied fat. We ice skated among pine trees and rooks. Napped in cots before waiting in a buffet line  in a wood-paneled cafeteria. Pallas, that weekend  you took care of me like a big sister.  You showed me a bloom of wildflowers by  the frozen river, a dusk replete with angels,  reminders that this too won't last, but  it will become my favorite memory of my father.  That was your greatest strength: to have  the foresight to remember a moment as it faded.  You didn't judge me when I left all my doors  and windows open and called out to my father,  Come in. That sometimes we don't choose  the angels that we believe in, as a house  does not choose the ghosts who wander its halls.

What's a person to do when they love visual art, but don't share the gift of creating it themselves? Poet Janée Baugher, whose work we discuss in this episode, displays her love of art through ekphrastic poetry. She's even written a book on the form, The Ekphrastic Writer: Creating Art-Influenced Poetry, Fiction and Nonfiction (McFarland, 2020). Slushies, you'll definitely want to take a look at these poems and their unique formatting before you listen to the podcast. The poems we discuss center around Andrew Wyeth's paintings and come from Baugher's forthcoming 2026 collection The Andrew Wyeth Chronicles, selected by Shane McCrae to win the 2023 Tupelo Press Dorset Prize.   Along the way, Jason shares his travel mishaps and coins a memorable new moniker for Greenville-Spartanburg. Our South Carolina diversion leads Lisa to Hub City Writers Project and Kathy to The Swamp Trail. We talk about poetry-as-footnote, which we also chatted about in Episode 110. Dagne, in thinking about artist's models, recommends a Decoder Ring podcast episode about Andrew Wyeth's muse, Helga. And Jason reveals his own secret past in front of the sketchpad!   At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Jason Schneiderman, Dagne Forrest, Lisa Zerkle, Jodi Gahn, Sebastian Rametta (sound engineer)     Author bio: Janée J. Baugher is the author of the only craft book of its kind, The Ekphrastic Writer: Creating Art-Influenced Poetry, Fiction and Nonfiction (McFarland, 2020) and an assistant editor at Boulevard magazine. She won Tupelo Press's Dorset Prize for her third poetry collection, The Andrew Wyeth Chronicles (2026).   Website: www.JaneeBaugher.com   Instagram: @ekphrastic_writer    

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Red Bus Brewing owner Erik Schmid is candid about what changed his mind about adding hard slushies to the Folsom, California-based craft brewery's summer menu: “bottom line.”   In Episode 2 of the Brewbound Podcast's Learning Lounge: Taproom Tactics series, Schmid shares that since Red Bus purchased a slushie machine, the fruity drinks have become 10% of Red Bus' beverage sales and 5% of its overall business. He described their popularity from May through September as a “pleasant surprise,” attracting consumers who wouldn't otherwise visit the brewery and offering others an alternative to beer.   Schmid walks through pricing, margin and profitability, production and the flavors that work best, plus how long the slushie machine took to pay for itself.    Plus, Justin, Jess and Zoe recap the latest headlines, including RNDC's planned layoffs in California ahead of its September exit and recent brewery closures and acquisitions.    The trio also play Another Round or Tabbing Out on the trend of hard sports hydration drinks.    Catch up on Episode 1 of the Learning Lounge with Death of the Fox co-founder Chuck Garrity sharing how coffee has become the dominant part of the brewery's business.

Like the movie of the same name, the poems we discuss here, Slushies, take on the cares of the world in an unrelenting torrent. In this episode, we discuss three poems by Harriet Levin which reference the Haitian writer and artist Frankétienne, Barcelona's as-yet unfinished Sagrada Familia cathedral, and the constellation of Orion, (for starters). We think about how poems featuring babies can avoid the sentimental (as we ultimately decide these do). We end considering the picture book chaos found in Maurice Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are as a counterpoint to real-world displacement. At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Jason Schneiderman, Samantha Neugebauer, Lisa Zerkle, Jodi Gahn, Lillie Volpe (sound engineer)   With thanks to one of our sponsors, Wilbur Records, who kindly introduced us to the artist is A.M.Mills whose song “Spaghetti with Lorraine” opens our show.  Harriet Levin is the author of three poetry books, The Christmas Show (Beacon Press, 1997), Girl in Cap and Gown (Mammoth Books, 2010), and My Oceanography (CavanKerry 2018). Her honors include the Alice Fay di Castagnola Award from the Poetry Society of America, The Barnard New Women Poets Prize, Nimrod's Pablo Neruda/Hardiman Award, The Ellen LaForge Memorial Poetry Prize, and a PEW Fellowship in the Arts discipline award. Her debut novel, How Fast Can you Run, a novel based on the life of Lost Boy of Sudan Michael Majok Kuch, was excerpted in The Kenyon Review and chosen as a 2017 Charter for Compassion Global Read. A 2022-23 Stein Family Foundation Fellow, she holds an MFA from the University of Iowa and teaches writing at Drexel University. Website: harrietlevinmillan.org

Slushies, we invoke the retelling of a ghostly experience shared by Kathy and Marion at the Hotel Figueroa in California earlier this year partway into this episode. Two poems by Jen Siraganian are at the heart of our discussion, and it's the first of these that puts ghosts into our heads. This poem also causes us to consider at some length the physical form chosen by or for a poem, and how this can utterly enhance the experience of the poem when it's just right. It's also an opportunity for Jason to raise the spectre of the virgule (or slash) once again, and we even pause briefly to recall when WYSIWYG was a useful acronym. We end the episode with an ekphrastic that prompts an on-the-spot tie breaker (thanks to our sound engineer Lillie for saving the day!).   https://whitney.org/collection/works/2171 https://www.nga.gov/collection/highlights/gorky-the-artist-and-his-mother.html  At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Marion Wrenn, Lisa Zerkle, Jason Schneiderman, Dagne Forrest, Jodi Gahn, Lillie Volpe (sound engineer)   Jen Siraganian is an Armenian-American writer, educator, and former Poet Laureate of Los Gatos, California. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in AGNI, Barrow Street, Best New Poets, Cortland Review, Poetry Daily, Prairie Schooner, The Rumpus, Smartish Pace, and other journals. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and won the 2024 New Ohio Review Poetry Prize. A former managing director of Litquake: San Francisco's Literary Festival, she is a current Lucas Artist Fellow. jensiraganian.com      Social media handles:   Facebook @jen.siraganian, Instagram @jsiraganian, Bluesky @jsiraganian.bsky.social, Website

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Chalee and Chelsea do a wrap up of what has been going on since the baby came. We review new chocolate treats, the Ninja Slushi machine, what's new in the Covid scandal, taking care of elderly parents and Morgan Wallen's new album??? We haven't seen each other for a while so we have to get to all of the gossip. Join us.

Slushies, this episode finds Kathy, Lisa and Jason gearing up for AWP, and it's the last one with Divina at the table (we'll miss her contributions!). Three poems by Luiza Flynn-Goodlet get close reading by the team. Lisa admits to feeling initially resistant to the Ars Poetica form with the first poem, but admits to being won over and others agree. Jason connects the meditation on death in this poem and its personification of death to Anthony Hecht's Flight Among the Tombs: Poems. The delightful ways in which the first and third poems are in conversation with each other rounds out a layered discussion. (Not to be missed – Jason attempting some Gen Z slang with his farewell!)   At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Samantha Neugebauer, Lisa Zerkle, Jason Schneiderman, Divina Boko, Lillie Volpe (sound engineer) Luiza Flynn-Goodlett is the author of Mud in Our Mouths (forthcoming from Northwestern University Press) and Look Alive (winner of the 2019 Cowles Poetry Book Prize from Southeast Missouri State University Press), along with numerous chapbooks, most recently Familiar (Madhouse Press, 2024) and The Undead (winner of Sixth Finch Books' 2020 Chapbook Contest). Her poetry can be found in Fugue, Poetry Northwest, Third Coast, and elsewhere. She serves as a Poetry Editor for the Whiting Award–winning LGBTQIA2S+ literary journal and press Foglifter. Her critical work has appeared in Cleaver, Pleiades, The Adroit Journal, and other venues. Bluesky: luizagurley.bsky.social, Website

Story at-a-glance Glycerol, a common additive in sugar-free slushie drinks, can trigger severe medical symptoms in young children, including unconsciousness, seizures and dangerously low blood sugar A study across the U.K. and Ireland found that nearly all affected children became sick within an hour of consuming slushies, with no prior health issues or underlying medical conditions Symptoms mirrored rare metabolic disorders, confusing emergency responders and delaying proper treatment, despite the cause being an ingredient found in a popular children's beverage Glycerol exposure caused measurable metabolic disruption, including low blood sugar, acid buildup in the blood, low potassium and high triglyceride levels unrelated to fat intake Avoiding slush ice drinks completely eliminated the problem in nearly all of the children, making removal of this one product a powerful step for parents looking to protect their child's health

Special guest, MLBPA Agent, Phil Terrano visits as we discuss how the love of money is encroaching on the love of the game.Quick Look at MLB Rankings, Mets leading the pack with .700 Winning percentage. AL East – Orioles suffering  challenges with young playersPhil Terrano joins the show live from a youth baseball fieldTravis Jankowski – had a lot of movement between teams since Spring TeamYour playing for the 29 other teamsPlayers jump from team to team – sometimes not by their choicePhil recounts Moneyball story about player changing teams during gamePutting your best foot forward at every level of the game from Rookie to MLBVery few players that come off the bench and are good every timeMany players come up and down across the league levelsNeed opportunity to shine with teams – Rule 5How do you identify talent. It does not come to you.The Youth level has become a businessLittle League & American Legion teams are being challenged with Travel BallRealize that a player may not make it to the majorsCommunity ball – many local fields are being rented by Travel BaseballYouth baseball revenue 50.62 Billion in 2024 will to 56 Billion in There is only 1 Derek JeterCost of youth baseball – a new popular bat may cost $500Enjoy the game as a kid – what happened to the fun in baseballYouth baseball – being loyal to your teammates, loyal to your coachesHopscotching from multiple travel teams impactMore changes as young girls and women coming into the gameHas the game really changed or have we changedNCAA impact on young baseball playersPhil's Dream Big ProjectVision for a community sports complexChallenges faced from those profiting off current youth baseball modelsOffering scholarships and free camps for underserved kidsPassion for the GamePhil's personal commitment as an agent and fatherBalancing business with genuine care and loyaltyTeaching kids the value of the game beyond wins and statsParenting in BaseballPhil's experience raising two baseball-loving sonsLessons in balancing ambition with fun and perspectiveEmphasis on education and a “Plan B” beyond baseball dreamsMental Toughness & AdversityDealing with negativity in the communityEncouraging kids to persevere and enjoy the game despite setbacksRespecting coaches, umpires, and the game itselfIndustry InsightsThe harsh realities of making it to the prosStories from Phil's career supporting players through transitions and releasesImportance of honesty in coaching and talent evaluationHow to Make Baseball More Enjoyable for KidsOne free sport for every child until age 12Funding for coaches to reduce financial burdensPromoting different playing styles instead of a “one-size-fits-all” moldRemembering baseball is still a game meant to be enjoyed  A Real-Time Walk-Off Moment!Phil shares a spontaneous, live moment of his son's team winning a gameCelebration of pure joy and the innocence of youth baseballKids care more about fun than stats – Slushies

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Professor Ellen Crushell, Metabolic Paediatrician at Children's Health Ireland (CHI) Temple Street and Clinical Professor at UCD School of Medicine

Children under eight should steer clear of slushies containing glycerol due to the risk of sickness. That's according to a new study from the Archives of Disease in Childhood. For more on this we heard from Professor Ellen Crushell, Lead Author of the study and Metabolic Paediatrician at Children's Health Ireland and Clinical Professor at UCD School of Medicine.

Children under eight should steer clear of slushies containing glycerol due to the risk of sickness. That's according to a new study from the Archives of Disease in Childhood. For more on this we heard from Professor Ellen Crushell, Lead Author of the study and Metabolic Paediatrician at Children's Health Ireland and Clinical Professor at UCD School of Medicine.

In this episode, Andy and Patrick take a low-key approach to bourbon slushies.

Episode 134: Tidbits & Trolls  Join us for a conversation about new poems by Kelly Egan and a discussion about line breaks, image systems, and the surprise turns poems make. Keep your eyes and ears open, Slushies, the landscape is full of lore. Egan has us pondering possibilities. Once upon a time folks believed in Selkies, shapeshifting seals who make folks fall in love with them in their human form. Who knew it's bad luck to open the door on Christmas Eve for fear trolls will maraud your house? You've been warned. Check out Danish artist Thomas Dambo's mammoth sculpted trolls hidden in plain sight. And if you want to deep dive into another legendary landscape – aka a brick-and-mortar bookstore – be sure to check out Parker Posey's documentary The Booksellers.    At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Marion Wrenn, Samantha Neugebauer, Dagne Forrest, Lisa Zerkle, Divina Boko, Jess Fielo (sound engineer)    Kelly Egan writes from dream, reverie, and long drives. She is the author of two chapbooks—Millennial, from White Stag, and A Series of Septembers, from Dancing Girl Press. Her poems can also be found in Maiden Magazine, Interim, Colorado Review, Laurel Review, RHINO, Denver Quarterly, and elsewhere. Kelly has an MFA from Saint Mary's College of CA and has participated in writing residencies in Iceland and the Peruvian Amazon. She lives in California's Bay Area. Find her at kellyjeanegan.com.  

Episode 83: Goodnight, Mary Magdalene first aired in June 2020 and features three poems by Vasiliki Katsarou, a poet and publisher. This time last year, Vasiliki published a new short collection of poetry Three Sea Stones with Solitude Hill Press. It's a great time to revisit Vasiliki's work. Dear Slushies, join the PBQ crew (which includes a freshly-tenured Jason Schneiderman) for a pre-pandemic recording of our discussion of 3 poems by the wonderful Vasiliki Katsarou's work. Be sure to read the poems on the page below as you listen.  They'll require your eyes and ears– and “a decoder ring.” The team has a grand old time explicating these artful poems. The muses are sprung and singing in us as we read and decide on this submission. Katsarou's poems teach us to read them without projecting too much of ourselves and our current preoccupations onto them. We're reminded to pay attention to what's happening on the page. But synchronicities abound! Before we know it we're ricocheting off of the poems' images and noting the wonderful convergences the poems trigger –  we hear traces of Wallace Stevens “Idea of Order of Key West” or Auden's Musee de Beaux Arts. (But first we check in with each other, cracking each other up in a pre-pandemic moment of serious lightness. We're heard that “Science” shows Arts & Humanities majors make major money in the long run. Kathy reports that “the data on success” shows that participation in Nativity Plays is a marker for career success. Samantha confesses she played Mary Magdalene in a Nativity Play. Marion might have been a Magi. And many of us were reindeer.. Also, Donkeys do better than sheep over time (which may or may not have been claimed on “Wait, wait… don't tell me!”).  Editing a Lit Mag shouldn't be this much fun, Slushies. Listen through to the discussion of the 3rd poem's deep magic and craft. And listen to our editors' cats chime in). Addison Davis, Jason Schneiderman, Samantha Neugebauer, Kathleen Volk Miller,  Marion Wrenn, and Joe Zang Vasiliki Katsarou grew up Greek American in Jack Kerouac's hometown of Lowell, Massachusetts. She has also lived in Paris, France, and Harvard, Mass. She is the author of a full-length poetry collection, Memento Tsunami, and co-editor of two contemporary poetry anthologies: Eating Her Wedding Dress: A Collection of Clothing Poems and Dark as a Hazel Eye: Coffee & Chocolate Poems. She holds an MFA from Boston University and an AB in comparative literature from Harvard University. She read her poetry at the 2014 Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival, and is a Teaching Artist at Hunterdon Art Museum in Clinton, New Jersey. Her poems have been published widely and internationally, including in NOON: Journal of the Short Poem (Japan), Corbel Stone Press' Contemporary Poetry Series (U.K.), Regime Journal (Australia), as well as in Poetry Daily, Tiferet: A Journal of Spiritual Literature, Wild River Review, wicked alice, Literary Mama, La Vague Journal, Otoliths, and Contemporary American Voices.  She wrote and directed an award-winning 35mm short film, Fruitlands 1843, about a Transcendentalist utopian community in Massachusetts. Vasiliki's website: https://onegoldbead.com/, Twitter: https://twitter.com/cineutopia , Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vasiliki.katsarou, and Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cineutopia/   The Future Arrives as a Redhead They talk of mothers in law but not of outlaw daughters her sun and her moon is our son her cool paleness, reflected in an eye that looks like mine, follows her curves along the shoreline her hair like copper coils from beneath a straw hat a Maisie or Daisy, a woman of Stem for whom we stem talk of servers, thumbprint keys, on an ancient island now we are all code-changers the future arrives as a redhead green, green love lays a glove on us, we no longer count in threes, a quaver sounds, and the future all sharps and flats   *   Wedding, Key West A stitch in throat saves time Infernal cough speaks through me @ the bride and groom On sand they stand to create a sand souvenir from this empty glass vessel Sunset drips from the lips of the bride As the prey is plucked from the air between her palms In the gulf beyond the photographer's camera, a capsized sailboat, but no one's looking– The Key light bedazzles and defeats us all Mouth tightly shut clench in the solar plexus   *     Waited you waited with me as the house next door emptied of its guests, then its owners, fairy tale turned animal farm minted with ash and wishes you were my kitchen elf my second thought my echo's echo cocked ear, cracked oasis your absorbent embered orbs that morning of the supermoon setting behind the barn you were quiet, then quieter still white fog settling into the hollows and a thin coat of frost everywhere and this, the simplest death you trained me well, M. I listen for your listening

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Slushies, waves abound in this lively discussion of a poem by Martha Silano and two more by Jane Hilberry. The way stream of consciousness can crest and fall, sound waves, the missed and caught waves in real life (including runs of luck or the lack of it), not to mention the different ways in which we experience poetry– the gang rides wave after wave. We regularly find that our process of reading poetry aloud causes one or more of us to experience a poem anew. Sometimes it provides clarity that wasn't there when it was confined to the silence of the page. Sometimes it brings up questions. As always, we were grateful to have the trust of two amazing poets willing to share our discussion of their work. (We were going to call this episode “In Bed with Marion & Kathy” and we'll let you find out why by having a listen!)   At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Marion Wrenn, Jason Schneiderman, Angelique Massey, Lisa Zerkle, Dagne Forrest, Vivian Liu (sound engineer) Martha Silano's six books include This One We Call Ours, winner of the 2023 Blue Lynx Poetry Prize, and available from Lynx House Press. She is also the author of Gravity Assist, Reckless Lovely, and The Little Office of the Immaculate Conception, all from Saturnalia Books. Martha's poems have appeared in Poetry, The Paris Review, American Poetry Review, The Missouri Review, and elsewhere. She enjoys birdwatching, botanizing, and hanging out with her kids and cats. Learn more about her work at marthasilano.net.   The Luck of It   What counts is that my car, when it gets broken into, what's gone  is replaceable, like that leather jacket my friend Alison threw at me  when she left for California. Please take it! (I got a new one for Christmas).   Once, when I left it unlocked, someone spent the night in my Hyundai.  All in all, I was happy to offer a place of refuge, especially on account  of nothing stolen, not the extra pair of socks, not my maroon hat or hand sani,    the only tip off being the empty bottle of Sprite. Sprite! I mean, you're kidding me. My husband jokes how I get so excited  about the crumb that drops on my plate from that giant chocolate croissant    in the sky, tells me I'm like a housefly with a tiny chunk of pizza  it can't believe it's had the good fortune to land on. And look! It's even got a little dab    of pepperoni juice! It seems I set the bar low,  and maybe he's right, though when I ran track,  the field part kind of scared me. In tenth grade, when Suzanne Glester    broke the state record in the high jump,  I could barely keep myself from looking away  as her contorted body landed in a heap on a thick mat    that never seemed thick enough. Honestly,  I'm just glad I'm not the guy on Next Door  who posted about the lonely chicken: I see her wandering around.    Seems like she need another little hen.  Do any of you have one you'd like to re-home?  Or the woman who shared someone's been racing their car    up Juneau. making a hair pin turn onto Seward Park Avenue.  It literally rattles our windows. I'm tempted to respond I feel your pain,  but having rattling windows means you live in a home? I guess what I'm trying to say    is that when two guys were about to kick in  our basement window, I happened to stroll by with a bag  of dirty Huggies for the bin. Yep, a load of dirty diapers saved us.  Jane Hilberry is just weeks into retirement after a happy 35-year teaching career at Colorado College that began with Medieval and Renaissance literature and ended up in Creativity & Innovation. So far retirement involves mostly sleeping and swimming, but she aspires to write poems, paint, and make small objects for sheer delight. Her books of poems include Still the Animals Enter and Body Painting (Red Hen Press) and a chapbook co-authored with her father, Conrad Hilberry, titled This Awkward Art:  Poems by a Father and Daughter (Mayapple Press). Paintings and small objects can be found on Instagram @jhilberry. I might have planned badly   My friends are ga-ga over their grandkids, over the moon!   Pictures on their phones of the toddler pushing the vacuum,  the dog sleeping wrapped around the child.     My god, I was driven.  I translated every word of Beowulf,  working out each noun's case ending, nominative, accusative, genitive,  dative, or a vestigial instrumental.  I spent my twenties    in a library carrel until 2 a.m. closing. I could regret it now,  but there was no stopping that one, whoever she was.  Baby, I'm going to be seventy soon, and eighty.    Coastal Cali   At the intersection, a stream of newly washed  Benzes and Bentleys.  A man in a camel coat surveys  a café patio:  "I'm dressed inappropriately,” he says. He's crew for Hollywood Medium.  Against the roar  of leaf blowers, Que tiempo hace hoy plays on someone's radio.  It's breezy, seventy-five.     Meanwhile, at the water,  surfers lift and fall, surge and sink.  The dark triangles  of their heads and shoulders move like fins  in undulating circles, till one rises, twists and vees,  rides the wave into a bloom of foam.     What is this world?  wrote Chaucer, What asketh man to have?  Xanax for the rough days.  I can't identify the flora— Yarrow?  Ice plant? —or remember the gods of the sea. Zephyr? Poseidon?  No one here calls it the sea.

What's your love language, Slushies? Is it touch, or talk? Recipes or arithmetic? Join us for this episode devoted to poems by Jin Cordaro, whose work strikes an incantatory tone, draws us in, and gets us chewing on the riddles of the human predicament. How do our bodies know things before our minds do? How do other people's shopping lists make us ache for connection? We focus on the art of lists, the arc of poems, and the power of a poet's voice to invite and hold the reader's attention.   A link we think you might like:   Please Touch Museum, Philadelphia   At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Marion Wrenn, Lisa Zerkle, Samantha Neugebauer, and Holly Messitt, as well as our briefly larger than normal tech team Heath Bailey, Jess Fielo, and Vivian Liu (without whom we'd be lost!) At four feet seven inches, Jin Cordaro believes she holds the record for most petite living poet. Having had twins, she also believes she holds the record for most times people have asked, “They came from you?” Her work has appeared in The Sun, Faultline, Smartish Pace, and Bacopa Literary Review, and has been featured on the podcast The Slowdown. She and her family live in central New Jersey.   That Time You Stole Someone's Shopping Cart   With their shopping list in the seat, and a flower doodled in the corner – a sign not a curse or a prayer, a devotion, a singular language to nourish and be nourished.   Familiar words, combined in a cipher, you can only translate every third word – paprika followed by shallots means to put effort or caring. Cranberries combined with pecans and butternut squash means to sustain, keep well.   What would this taste like? This list a thin opaque crepe filled with the soft, oozing breadth of someone's attention and time. You slip it into your jacket keep your hand on your pocket as you walk the store. Rush home to unfold it, imagine it still warm, slightly browned on a skillet, sweet and bready with love. You chew it slowly – the only piece of food to be found.   The Sum of One   1/3 parent + 1/3 employee + 1/3 spouse  does not equal 1 whole you but permutations of you. Only one can execute its function at any given time.   Requirements call for  1 ½ parent you + 1 ½ work you + 1 ½ spouse you =  invalid calculation. Insufficient source. Multiply by a factor of school concert x illness x hosting holiday =  exponentially negative integer you.  Divide this number by the number of your children, given age as a factor of x.   Write a proof that demonstrates 1 you – job + bills = increase in sanity?  Or 1/3 parent you – cleaning toilets – cooking =  increase in you?    You are the product of division. You ÷ x = disappearing you reduced to null an imaginary unit  when all you want is to be prime  divisible by only 1 and yourself.   But 0 too can be divided by any number  and still remain the same  

In this episode, we visit Rowley's Red Barn to enjoy their delicious local apple cider slushies. We also recount a recent off-roading trip, listen to Laura's humorous complaints about fast food, and chat about some exciting upcoming adventures. This episode is made possible by The Pearl On Main. https://thepearlonmain.com/ Contact: Voicemail/Text: 385-988-0042 Website: http://www.theweeklyinsalt.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/the_weekly_insalt TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@theweeklyinsalt

Simon is the former leader of the National party, and the first ever Māori to lead a major party in New Zealand. We cover a lot of ground here- the good, the bad and the ugly. And there is plenty of each!We chat about his very recent serious fall off a Lime scooter, his early acting role on Hercules, his law career including his time as a crown prosecutor and the toll that takes on a person's mental health. Then we get into politics- including his regular TV appearances with Jacinda Arden and the on-screen chemistry they had. Getting told off by then PM John Key, receiving death threats, being publicly mocked for how he speaks, his reflections on voting against hay marriage. Life after politics and much much more.Thanks to my friends at Radix and Generate for sponsoring this episode.Radix is a Waikato based nutrition company who are going mainstream in a BIG WAY. Their protein powders are world class- I start every day with a shake made with their protein powder. There is a reason these guys have a 4.9 rating from 1600 reviews. They are that hard to fault:https://radixnutrition.co.nz/Generate have a team of KiwiSaver advisers across the country available to meet with you, chat through your options, and help you make sure your KiwiSaver investment is working for you. If you've never got KiwiSaver advice before, head to:https://www.generatewealth.co.nz/dom(A copy of their product disclosure statement is available on their website. The issuer of the scheme is Generate Investment Management Limited and of course past performance does not guarantee future returns). Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Episode 123: The Catholic Episode   Dear Slushies, we have a confession. We love being close readers as much as we love being close listeners. And if you are a fan of this podcast, we know the same is true for you. We're delighted to consider Charlie Peck's poems “Cowboy Dreams” and “Bully in the Trees” in this episode. We're talking about unreliable narrators, homeric epithets, dramatic enjambments, and the difference between small “c” catholicism and capital “C” Catholicism. Confession and exultation, Slushies! Floating signifiers and The Sopranos. It's a doozy! We hope you love listening in as much as we loved considering Charlie Peck's poems for PBQ.    (Oh, and we excitedly celebrate Jason's fifth collection launching in April, Portrait of Icarus as a Country on Fire!)   At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Marion Wrenn, Jason Schneiderman, Samanatha Neugebauer   Charlie Peck is from Omaha, Nebraska and received his MFA from Purdue University. His poetry has appeared previously in Cincinnati Review, Ninth Letter, Massachusetts Review, and Best New Poets 2019, among others. His first collection, World's Largest Ball of Paint, is the winner of the 2022 St. Lawrence Book Award from Black Lawrence Press and is forthcoming April 2024.   Twitter: @chip_nutter   Cowboy Dreams   Winedrunk along the river on a Tuesday, boy howdy, my life. I ignore another call from my mother because today  is about the matted grass and the skipping trout. When my brother jumps companies after the Christmas bonus, it's Ruthless. When I pillage the family silver to slick forty bucks at a pawn shop,  It's time you start thinking about recovery. Instinct makes me wreck anyone who comes  too close. You ever snapped a dog's stick just to watch his ears drop? I'm Catholic with how quick I loose my tongue to confess,  my guilt just a frequency my ears quit hearing.  One snowy May in the Colorado mountains, I stripped  to my underwear and raised my pack to wade the glacial river. Dried by a fire with a pot of beans. All night I dreamt of my lasso and revolver, riding the hot-blooded horse alone across the plains, no one in sight to hurt. Bully in the Trees   Indiana cornfields leave so much     to be desired, and lately I've desired nothing   but clean sheets and pretzel bread. For a decade    I was ruthless, took whatever I wanted:   last donut in the office breakroom, merged    lanes out of turn. I stole my roommate's    change jar, sat on the floor of a Wells Fargo    rolling quarters to buy an eighth. In this new year,   I promise I'll stop being the loudest in the room    like a bear ravaging a campsite just to be the bully   in the trees. For so long I thought my cruelty    was the world's fault, my stubbed toe blamed   on the coffee table's leg, not my stumbling in the dark.    Throwing every fish back to the river    doesn't forgive the hooked hole I caused.    Once, I undressed a woman in the giraffe enclosure,   but maybe that was a Soprano's episode. Once,    my life was so ordinary I replaced it   with the things I saw on television. I ate fifty    hard-boiled eggs. I robbed the bank and screamed   Attica! I stood in the trees cuffing the Nebraska    suburb and watched my mother set the table   through the window. A porcelain plate at each chair.    My ordinary life stranged by the window frame.   If I fall asleep before the credits, let me dream the rest.    My pockets are empty, but the metal detector still shrieks.

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Midtown Spirits is the first distillery within Sacramento's city limits since Prohibition, and owner Jason Poole is on this week's episode to share the spirits crafted in the stills, the food avaialble and why Sacramento is both a great place to visit and enjoy a cocktail or pick up a few bottles of your favorite spirits.

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The I Am Pitts Podcast is back after a much needed and extended break and there is a lot to catch up on. After taking some some time off and reconnecting with reality, I have come to realize how much I really despise social media. LMPD releases the video of officers throwing slushes on random people and the LMPD Chief is grilled on the stand about lying and an incident from her past comes to light. Nikki Haley has brown skin? That's news to me! Lastly, things in the Middle East are heating up as three U.S. troops are killed by a drone attack. Where does America go from here?

STOP BEATING YOURSELF UP!!! FORGIVE AND BE FORGIVEN!!! KEEP YOUR EYES FORWARD!!! TIME STAMPS 0:00 - Show Intro 1:10 - Episode Intro 5:57 - Regret 11:20 - Move On 14:45 - Forgive For Real 17:14 - Redemption 21:01 - Slushies & Mambas 26:46 - Close Jayson Waller is a seasoned international motivational speaker, a battle-tested serial entrepreneur, an Apple Top 5 Podcast host - The BAM Podcast & True Underdog, and a USA Today, WSJ & Amazon bestselling author - Own Your Power. He and his family are also starring in an Amazon Prime reality series - THE BAM FAM - airing January 2024. Join him and his world-class guests on a motivational, mind-expanding journey. Learn how to integrate Ai into your everyday workflow. Understand digital marketing at an elite level. Avoid the hard-learned pitfalls, celebrate the sweet victories, AND LAUGH YOUR ASS OFF ALONG THE WAY! jaysonwaller.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Slushies, in this episode we consider two poems by C. Fausto Cabrera, both of which speak, in very different ways, to the imagination in building our sense of self. The notion of being seen, a topic of universal relevance to any writer or artist, is explored in the first poem, which ends with the line “stuck in between the covers wondering when you'll be back”, simultaneously exploring themes of incarceration or imprisonment. This discussion leads us to consider the many layers of being seen and Jason takes a moment to appreciate the “sexy time” of having a book tucked in your pocket. The second poem takes us on a related yet palpably different journey and reveals one of the paths our editorial discussions can take us to. Take a listen, you won't be disappointed!   This episode is brought to you by our sponsor Wilbur Records, who kindly introduced us to the artist is A.M.Mills whose song “Spaghetti with Loretta” now opens our show.    At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Jason Schneiderman, Samantha Neugebauer, and Dagne Forrest.   C. Fausto Cabrera is a multi-genre artist and writer currently incarcerated since 2003. His work has appeared in: The Colorado Review, The Antioch Review, Puerto del Sol, The American Literary Review, The Water~Stone Review, The Woodward Review, among others. "The Parameters of Our Cage" is his prose collaboration with photographer Alec Soth.             To Be Seen at All , "What makes us so deserving of space  in other people' s minds?"    -Daniel Ruiz     My boss in the kitchen asks me how it felt to be famous after looking up my Washington Post Magazine essay & cover art online. The question left me stuck I didn't feel famous. I hadn't received much mail in years. What does celebrity mean separate from saturation, fame to the incarcerated— but infamy?   I question the value of telling people about accomplishments, about publishing at all— in a place where your spades game gets more respect, & swagger's stuck in the last time you punched a muthafucker in the face, what' s the point? I just felt petty for wanting to be seen at all. Guards are more concerned with how many towels I have than who I become.   I'm being heard— & that should be the focus, right? Is the nobility of a thing in or on purpose? Or the other way around? Cause who ever does anything for nobility— I'm starving to be objectified: stripped  down by the new young blond guard like a Skinamax late nite B-movie, why else do hundreds of burpees if not to play into the bad boy fantasies of anyone watching?   I went away before social media, but had my Lil' cousin Artesia build me a platform to stand upon, thinkin' it'd present me somehow, someway, maybe keep me present— be on someone's mind or wall, admired even for a moment. The Past says they miss me, but since they never reach past the screen it's not the real me, only their memory. It's not about me at all—and neither should the work be.   There is a point to this poem, in its lack of trust. & none of it is an answer. How can I count on anything through a 2-way mirror? I am just a writer, the world through my eyes glows different due to the depths of my damage. When you close this book & move on I'll still be stuck in-between the covers,    wondering                                                when you'll be back.         In the Sun that Seeps from the Dungeons/ Window/ Everything is Bright                  Because God is in an algorithm I hear through the toggle of my shuffle button/ from a playlist I                                                            composed/ I tell myself/ that if I listen, while the TV projects a pretty face to see when I look up                 from what I'm reading of poetry, mechanical pencil, click, click, underlining & taking notes in                    the margins— sipping a mug of French vanilla creamer laden coffee w/thoughts swirling in my                       cinnamon head/ the sheer alchemy of it all should/ naturally combust! What butterfly wings must                          taste like/embers floating/escape the chaos, wondering west to set fires/troublesome/I                             want blood in the cut, I want noise/they made me something vicious. Will I burn out or fade                               away? The man in black speaks for me & reminds me I'm not alone. A rainbow in                                   the dark, I'll take death before dishonor, bet I bomb on them first/ it's just the life of an                                      outlaw.                                          I am an amalgamation of influences, intricate in their darkness, complex in their                                            origins, some speak integrable nostalgic, others spark dumb & rash/& I gave                                               away my youth to sit & listen to all at once/hopeful/ saying something of a future I'                                                II forget/ I longed for/ once /it arrives. I read my poetry book, circle a                                                   word or phrase to slow down, hoping to see something I can lift/ above a drawn                                                    line or jot in the margins that can change the way I see or say.                                                       Words & wonder/ pour into my ears, my eyes catch/ images I pull into my                                                         heart while I swallow the sweetness of an appreciation. In these                                                            moments I am alive. Then God says, through The City of Prague' s                                                           Philharmonic Orchestra that the path isn't interchangeable.  There's no other person I'd rather be.   

When to break a line, Slushies. And why? What's the shape your poem takes, and how does the poem's form serve its complexities, subtleties, and heart? Three poems by Karl Meade are up for consideration in this episode of The Slush Pile, and they call the editors into conversation about trauma in literature, narrative (in)coherence as craft, and the pleasurable risks of stair-stepped stanzas. Poet L.J. Sysko joins the conversation on this  episode  of The Slush Pile as we discuss “Beach Fall,” “Christmas Break,” and “Doom Eager.” (If a tree falls in the woods, Slushies. Ammiright?)   At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Marion Wrenn, L. J. Sysko, Jason Schneiderman, Samantha Neugebauer, Alex J. Tunney   Karl Meade's work been published in many literary magazines, a few of which he didn't even donate heavily to, or previously serve as editor—including Literary Review of Canada, Tusculum Review, Arc Poetry Magazine, Grain Magazine, Chronogram, Umbrella Factory Magazine, Contemporary Verse 2, Event Magazine, The Fiddlehead, Open Letter, Under the Sun, and Dandelion. His work has also been mistakenly longlisted for four CBC Literary Prizes, shortlisted for The Malahat Review's Open Season Creative Nonfiction Award, and Arc Poetry Magazine's Poem of the Year. His novel, Odd Jobs, written as a solemn literary manifesto, was a finalist for the Foreword Reviews Book of the Year for Humor, and an iTunes Top 20 Arts and Literature podcast—“Laugh Out Loud,” one listener said of this grave work.   Karl's chapbook “Doom Eager” has just been released in September 2023 by Raven Chapbooks, just in time for us to publish this podcast, which has waited longer than it should for release!    Author website: www.karlmeade.com Guest Editor: L.J. Sysko   L.J. Sysko's work has been published in Voicemail Poems, The Pinch, Ploughshares, Rattle, Best New Poets, and elsewhere. She is the author of a poetry chapbook, BATTLEDORE (Finishing Line Press, New Women's Voices series). Poetry honors include several Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg awards, two fellowships from Delaware's Division of the Arts, and poetry finalist recognition from The Fourth River, The Pinch, and Soundings East. Sysko holds an MFA in poetry from New England College.   X: @lj_sysko Instagram: @lesliesysko Facebook: @lesliesysko Author website: http://www.ljsysko.com   beach fall for Holli and Terry   Mountain to stone, prairie to sand, redwood to ash, from here I can see the heart of the sea, but not the beach   he fell on. I can see the picture window you sit in—waiting, watching the shore, iPad in lap, short-haired   Flossy at your side, the one who dug your dad's water bottle from under him. I don't know why   you brought his suitcase to his wake empty—what it was between you. Only he knew the words   you could not say. The doctors' words for you—non-verbal, spectral—sent him back to rage. He said they weren't worth the hair   on a dead chicken, that aut-ism was just too much self for them to take from you. He knew what his raging   love could do: four hours a night on the couch, talking through your iPad. He called himself Manitoban, the prairie farm-boy   who watched his dog run away for three days, the rain-man to lead you out, teach you how to mouth the O, the awe   in Holli. Yes, from here I can see the redwoods fall, the mountains decay, his sea-bed—   they say all the big hearts of the earth love where they fall, that his heart stopped   before he hit the beach. But we both know why his mouth was full of sand.     Christmas break for Doug and Arlene   The earth heaves, the ice cleaves. Erosion cuts the heart from every stone, while every night   I watch you drive your family past a starving glacier, turn from a truck laden with salt. You head off   the head on, take the bumper to the heart, leave your family straining your lungs' last   words from the floor of the minivan. I'm on the floor beneath my desk, straining   to plug in the phone that I will blame for years: why did I plug it in? Every night   I watch the driver's stoned eyes, petrified as your broken daughters in the back. Every night   I piece you all back together: brake, I say, turn over and over while the glacier leaves   its terminal moraine. I gather the stones, offer them to the moon, last witness   to your last turn. I turn to your wife, try to face her head on   with what the earth knows: core to crust, mouth to lung   the rupture comes, the rupture stays. Every Christmas   she wakes to the words brake, turn.     doom eager*       because one of us took a spike to the lung               a minivan to the chest                            hit the beach with his heart                                          to say nothing of the one                                                       whose only breath was broken water   because I believe               the hand, the wound, the moon                             is how I show you where I fell                                          through the hole I thought I was                                                       diving for pearls through the green                                                                     fuse of ice in my dream of you                             because I run naked                                         through the forest on a moonless night                                                        with a penlight in the hand that broke                                                        my mother's heart waning at the seed                                                                     of light the moon won't show me                                                                                    because its dark side calls all of us                             because I believe                                         I'll find your heart in the east                                                      your marrow in the moon                                                                     fever just before the sun rises                                                                                   I'll swim for it all day forgetting                                                                                                how the earth turns east south west                                                                                                                        circling all night forgetting                                                                                                                                                                                 there is no moon                                                                                                                                                                                 in the new moon                                                       because the only way out                                                                   is my hand on your chest                                                                                  I walk the shore all night                                                                                               dream back the back of the moon                                                                                                                                                               because the only cure                                                                                                                                                                                   for the wound                                                                                                                                                                                      is the wound     *after Ibsen, Graham, Moore: an Icelandic term for the isolation, restlessness, caughtness an artist experiences when sick with an idea

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What were you wearing in the ‘90s, Slushies? Sleeveless flannel and crochet? Paco Rabanne? We're beguiled by Emily Pulfer-Terino's poems on this episode as we discuss how she slides us back to the ‘90s. She has us sniffing magazine perfume inserts and marveling at the properly cranky voice she invokes for an epigraph, borrowed from Vogue's letters to the editor. What were we thinking wearing all those shreds? Only the girls on those glossy pages know for sure. For more context, check out Karina Longworth's excellent podcast, You Must Remember This, and her recent deep dive into the bonkers eroticism of the 1990s. Plus, Sentimental Garbage's episode on Dirty Dancing featuring Curtis Sittenfeld.  For a great collection of poems that draws its title from grunge-era jargon (kinda, sorta, wink, wink), we recommend a book we love by our pal Daniel Nester:  Harsh Realm: My 1990s.   This episode is brought to you by our sponsor Wilbur Records, who kindly introduced us to the artist is A.M.Mills whose song “Spaghetti with Loretta” now opens our show.    At the table: Jason Schneiderman, Marion Wrenn, Kathleen Volk Miller, Samantha Neugebauer, and Dagne Forrest     Emily Pulfer-Terino is a poet and writer whose work has appeared in Tupelo Quarterly, Hunger Mountain, The Collagist, The Southeast Review, Poetry Northwest, Stone Canoe, The Louisville Review, Juked, and other journals and anthologies. Her poetry chapbook, Stays the Heart, is published by Finishing Line Press. She has been a Tennessee Williams Poetry Scholar at the Sewanee Writers' Conference and has been granted a fellowship for creative nonfiction at the Vermont Studio Center. She holds an MFA in creative writing from Syracuse University, and she lives in Western Massachusetts.   Author website: http://emilypulferterino.com/ Instagram: @epulferterino Grunge & Glory “You're kidding. Tell me you're kidding. At least I'll know where to find my new wardrobe this year...in the nearest dumpster…talk about the Emperor's New Clothes. Tsk, tsk.”—(Letter to the Editor)[1]   What's more glorious than a girl in a field,  curled in the whorl of a deer bed, alfalfa    haloing her dreams of fashion magazines while she plies matted hay, untatting her world?   Bales score the landscape, parceling endlessness, parsing this solo tableau,   while her heroes wrench their music  into being in Seattle, gray, time zones away.   What's grunge if not her dense crochet of castoff couture curated from dumpsters   and worn with a frisson of pride and shame:  flowering nightgown, old ski boots, sweater    turned lace in places by moths and age? And this field like where models pose   in Vogue, each page itself a piece of land and an ethos framed inside a storyboard.     Scala Naturae   Like prying pods of milkweed                so those astral seeds effuse—   unseaming magazine ads for perfume.                Anointing my wrists with scented glue,    running each over the edge of a page,                testing scents I aspired to buy   and classifying my olfactory taxonomy.               Grass evoked the world I'd known   with hints of rain and magnolia               slight as fog above an unmown field.   DNA's rosemary, oakmoss, and mint,               ancient and clear as purpose; glass    spiraled bottle signifying sentience                and enduring iteration. Both    ethereal and hyperreal, Destiny                offered apricots, orchids, and roses--   bottle opaque as an eyelid,                veil of petals sheer as promise.   Samsara was amber, sandalwood,                ylang ylang, peach. Syllabically lulling,    its s and a extending, repeating, suggesting               endlessness. Cycle of birth and death   rebranded as serenity in ongoingness.                Angel's burst of praline and patchouli   lit the crystal facets of that star,               making heaven of my pulse and ordinary air.   [1]  Wynne Bittlinger, letter to the editor in Vogue US, February 1993  

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Finding flow in modern life is increasingly challenging, Slushies, but we sure found it here in two poems by Erica Wright. Loosely defined as the melting of action and consciousness into a single state, flow in poetry allows us to fully inhabit the world or experience conjured up by the poet. Nothing serves to distract or pull the reader out of the poem. How do we get there? There isn't just one way. It helps when the poem's form is attuned to the pacing required by the subject matter or focus. Strong beginnings always help -- and there are two fantastic ones here -- as well as a system of imagery that's both relatable and unexpected. In “Marine Biology”, we see a conversational style used in parts of the poem that's deeply grounding, and in “Too Many Animal Stories” the poem's form supports its dense mosaic of images and moments.     This episode is brought to you by our sponsor Wilbur Records, who kindly introduced us to the artist is A.M.Mills whose song “Spaghetti with Loretta” now opens our show.     At the table: Kathleen Volk Miller, Jason Schneiderman, and Dagne Forrest.      Erica Wright's latest poetry collection is All the Bayou Stories End with Drowned (Black Lawrence Press). She lives in Knoxville, Tennessee with her family where she enjoys looking at the mountains and not camping in them.    Socials: Twitter @eawright, Instagram @ericawrightwrites, Facebook @ericawrightauthor, Author website    Marine Biology    Not even my dog knows me, hovers  outside the bathroom as I wash blood  from the porcelain, wipe up the floors.    I feel more at ease with the mess  than the pain. We're not supposed to  talk about that anyway, my fleet    of would-be mothers who never labored  but birthed something too.   Mine half-seahorse, half-anemone    like something you'd find in an off-season   coastal gift shop after looking for whales  and not finding any whales.    And now my skin turns blue   as if my veins are submarines   surfacing after too long underwater.    Did you know the Navy studies sharks  in hopes of making better ships?  Can you imagine? Mariners on megalodons.    Let's name them after our ancestors.  Let's hold the notion of them  inside our heads until they're real.       Too Many Animal Stories    In the same town where a man's gun discharged,  killing a woman across the street, we ordered     sandwiches and watched tourists rent inner tubes  to hold their bodies up in the river below.    I've been sick for weeks now, bad sick  at first, and now I can hold myself up.    You started grinding your teeth at night,  and it hurts to move your jaw in the morning.    We joke about low points. We joke   about how we'll never leave this house again.    Of all the days to miss, I can't say why  I latched onto that one in Helen, Georgia.    We find a movie about the Trans Am Bike Race,  and I make a joke about my dad's old car    with a phoenix on the hood, its wings  spread with such precision that they never spilled    over the sides. Sometimes a snake hid underneath   and was so long it could stretch its body     from one side of the two-lane road to the other—  tail in one ditch, head in the other—    a perversion of that joke about the chicken.  The thing about being sick while the world has stopped     is that I start to wonder if it's all a carousel game,  and we're being punished for trying to jump off.    When I push myself off the bathroom floor again,   the tiles won't stop spinning. Asbestos.     I remember the real estate agent warned   us about asbestos and not to take them out ourselves.    I like the bathroom. The porcelain tub feels like ice  when I rest my head against the side, wait for stillness.    You take out the trash for us because of the rats.  I don't mind them, but once when one ran     across my foot, I couldn't get clean enough after.   The neighbors coo over our new dog,     leave chicken bones for her, which we pry from her teeth.   Sometimes the incisors scrape my skin, and she never     apologizes for her nature. I apologize for mine   all the time. I'd prefer to be hearty, the kind of traveler     who could take a cross-country train alone   and sleep sitting up, living on trail mix and Coke.    Not the one who needs sea bands. They sound like  the bracelets of some strong-willed mermaid    who doesn't care what anybody thinks of her,  but they're cheap elastic with plastic eyes.    Outside my window, the wind harasses the trees  and their new leaves, which are less impressive     than the old ones. Last year, a grim lived there,   and I'd make up stories for him before bed.     Not that he slept. Not that I know of.  There once was a hellhound who loathed     the predator rigamarole. He disliked  the rending of flesh and gnawing of bones.    The howling he could take or leave.  One day sheep wandered below him.    They smelled of honeysuckle and dirt.  They didn't bite each other then pretend     they were joking. He sewed his costume right away.   There's not much more I can say about the rat    from earlier. He fell from a trash bag   and leapt at me, tiny claws digging into my shoe.    A medium-sized rat. They say they're more   afraid of us than we are of dying.  

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