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Mike Poblete’s Play -Rave Reviews
“‘Best Bet’. In Mike Poblete’s intriguing new play, Surfacing, the four-person cast is strong. Surfacing is a play that succeeds on all levels. It’s comic, punchy, uncensored dialog is enough to make anyone relax. The language is definitely for adults, yet leaves space for one’s inner child…Seeing a bunch of talented, sensitive characters who all have social anxiety and deep-seated feelings of inadequacy is a helpful reminder that, yes, probably some part of us is achieving things in spite of ourselves. And Poblete’s remarkable writing comes vividly to life…”
—Ed Molin, theasy.comhttp://www.theasy.com/Reviews/2018/S/surfacing.php
“Surfacing was hands down brilliant. Poblete holds a deep tome peppered with great wit. He understands of concept of dark comedy.”
–Jade Fernandez, journal of independent stage and film reviews, Top of he Line Piece, https://outerstage.wordpress.com/2018/07/29/top-of-the-line-piece
Running through August 3 at the Flamboyant Theater, the Clemente, Suffolk Street.
Voice for Resistance Reading
Voices for Resistance Reading Monday June 4 at 7 pm at the Forbes Library Coolidge Museum, Northampton, MA
Features Martin Espada, Nicole M. Young, the Nields, with Maria Jose Gimenez, Lauren Marie Schmidt, Eileen P. Kennedy, Ellen LaFleche, Dina Friedman, Christopher J. Sparks and Theresa Vincent. An open mic will be available for readers who come by 6:45 pm.
Free to Attend. Open to the Public.
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Straw Dog Compass Roads Reading at the Jones Library May 24
Straw Dog Writers Guild is sponsoring a reading of Compass Roads on Thursday, May 24 at the Jones Library in Amherst, MA. Pioneer Valley Poets read poems about the Pioneer Valley. Join us.
The Quabbin Writers Will Read Saturday in Amherst
The Quabbin Writers Salon will read on Saturday April 21 in the Amherst Room of the Jones Library in Amherst at 3 pm from their anthology, Microbursts. Come join us.
Mass Poetry “Poem of the Moment”
I am very grateful that Mass Poetry has used one of my poems for “Poem of the Moment.” It will be up until April 17. Check it out:
Join Straw Dogs Writers Guild at a Reading of Compass Roads on Sat. April 14 at 4 pm
Silkworm 11 Is Open for Submissions
Silkworm, the annual review of Florence Poets Society, is open for submissions! You are invited to submit your poems to be considered for Silkworm 11–The Eleventh Hour to be published in fall 2018.
Please submit up to 3 poems of no longer than 50 lines each on the theme of “the eleventh hour.” The theme may or may not be taken literally. Deadline for submissions is April 15, 2018.
Please include a 30-word bio with your submission. Only electronic submissions will be accepted, as an MS Word document attached in an email sent to info@florencepoets.com. There is no fee to submit your poems for consideration. Members and non-members of Florence Poets Society are encouraged to submit. Please visit their website for more information: www.florencepoets.com
Simultaneous submissions are acceptable so long as you inform them right away if your poem is accepted elsewhere. They claim first American publication rights, with rights reverting to the author after the initial publication period; please give us credit in future publications. We prefer work that has not been previously published.
Submissions from within the United States that are accepted for publication will receive a contributors copy of Silkworm 11. For international submissions that are accepted for publication in Silkworm 11, we reserve the option to send contributors an electronic PDF copy rather than a print copy. This is because of the high cost of international postage. Florence Poets Society does not and never will require a fee for submissions.
They look forward to reading your poems!
From the Nicaraguan Poet Francisco de Asis Fernandez
Anunque el cuerpo se marchite
Hay un misterio que sobrepasa mi llanto y mi sobriedad.
¿Qué esconden las tinieblas? ¿Qué disrazan las sombras?
Cuando era niño lloraba
No entendia la noche
Que tiene un dulce aroma de tierra pisada por las pajaros,
Y ahora no entiendo la muerte,
Aunque sepa que es cuando la luz se abre en el infinito
Y los ojos dejan de llorar.
Although the body may fade
There is a mystery greater than my weeping and my sorrow.
What does darkness hide, what do shadows disguise?
When I was a boy I used to cry.
I did not understand night
With its sweet aroma of earth softly trodden by birds,
and now I do not understand death,
although I am aware that it is when light opens to infinity
and eyes cease weeping.
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