June 24-30, 2013: Rob Plath and Jim Bennett

Rob Plath and Jim Bennett

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Rob Plath

Bio (auto)

My name is Rob Plath. I’m a 43 year old poet from NY. I have a bunch of books out, including A Bellyful of Anarchy and There’s a Fist Dunked in Blood BEating in My Chest (Epic Rites Press.) Visit Rob on the web here: http://www.robplath.com/

The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by Rob Plath and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

All Day Long




All This Fuss

waiting around
just to become
a skeleton

Almost Everything Else is a Lie

freshly mopped floors

a lit stick of sandlewood

a pot of red lentil soup on the stovetop

the cat perched on the windowsill

leonard cohen singing in the other room

the kitchen window darkening

the unwritten poem’s arrival



Jim Bennett

Bio (auto)

Jim Bennett lives near Liverpool in the UK and is the author of 63 books, including books for children, books of poetry and many technical titles on transport and examinations. His poetry collections include Drums at New Brighton (Lifestyle 1999), Down in Liverpool (CD) (Long Neck 2001), The Man Who Tried to Hug Clouds (Bluechrome 2004 reprinted 2006), Larkhill (Searle Publishing 2009) and The Cartographer / Heswall (Indigo Dreams 2012) He has won many awards for his writing and performance including 3 DADAFest awards. He has been twice nominated for the Ted Hughes Award and seven times nominated for the Pushcart Award. He is also managing editor of www.poetrykit.org Jim taught Creative Writing at the University of Liverpool and now tours throughout the year giving readings and performances of his work.

The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by im Bennett and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

letters to the editor

I had sat for two days the new job
bright and as clean as my desk
and my new typewriter
two days a week a journalist
in charge of my own column
‘Letters to the Editor’

I put out a tray to hold them
to wait for me to come read them
but a few days before publication
I had nothing a request for my column
to get the size the compositor said
I had to own up I was a failure
no one had written in there was nothing

they all start the same way he said
dear Editor after that you can write
what you like just ensure
it is not defamatory racist anything like that
we don’t have the money

so then my desk became a place of activity
the typewriter pounding
whenever I came in
letters fighting for space
all the local issues the letter of thanks
especially to local businesses
that happened to book up
a lifetime of advertising with us
I even had to sit some weeks
try and choose which of the letters
had most merit to be published

I left eventually when a three day a week
job was offered with a rival paper
when the announced my leaving
I wrote a letter to my old paper
saying as how I missed the
community spirit of the letters column
signed it “ a fervent reader”

the next week the letter page
had a letter from a reader saying
how much they preferred
the new column
my letter was never used

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