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Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic Featuring Sam Roxas-Chua March 9, 2017

February 12, 2017

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Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic

Featuring Sam Roxas-Chua

Hosted by Christopher Luna and Toni Partington of Printed Matter Vancouver

7 pm Thursday, March 9

Open mic sign up begins at 6:30 and closes at 7

Angst Gallery

1015 Main Street

Vancouver, WA 98660

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Food and libation provided by Niche Wine Bar, 1013 Main Street

Sound provided by Briz Loan & Guitar

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Featuring Sam Roxas-Chua

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Sam Roxas-Chua is a poet and visual artist from Eugene, Oregon. His poetry has been described as “tidal,” and he has been called “a man who can take any kind of physical material and transform them into art.” According to poet Dorianne Laux, “Like Jack Gilbert before him, Roxas-Chua reaches beyond the imagery and emotions we expect—creating his own universe, logic, and definitions of the beautiful.” His first book, Fawn Language, was published by Tebot Bach in 2013 and his current manuscript, Saying Your Name Three Times Underwater, is forthcoming from Lithic Press. His poems have appeared in various journals including Narrative, december Magazine, and Cream City Review. His collection of poems, Diary of Collected Summers, won the first place award in the 7th Annual Missouri Review Audio Competition in poetry. Most recently he appeared in a live broadcast of Dear Sugar Radio at the Aladdin Theater in support of #writersresist. He is the owner of The Poetry Loft, a small business dedicated to community writing workshops. He holds an MFA from Pacific University.

Angst Gallery showcases cultural events including art shows, musical performances, book launch parties, classes, workshops, and the monthly Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic. All art forms are valued. More than just a place to show art, Angst Gallery is also a safe space for community discussion, where all people are respected for who they are. We donate the use of the space to organizations that work for human rights and progressive social change such as Planned Parenthood, the YMCA/YWCA, Cascade AIDS Project, and the NAACP.

Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic Featuring Laura LeHew & R. R. Seitz February 9, 2017

January 31, 2017

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Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic

Featuring Laura LeHew and R.R. Seitz

Hosted by Christopher Luna and Toni Partington of Printed Matter Vancouver

7 pm

Thursday, February 9

Open mic sign up begins at 6:30 and closes at 7

Angst Gallery

1015 Main Street

Vancouver, WA 98660

Food and libation provided by Niche Wine Bar, 1013 Main Street

Sound provided by Briz Loan & Guitar

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Featuring Laura LeHew and R.R. Seitz

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Laura LeHew’s collections include Becoming (Another New Calligraphy), Willingly Would I Burn, (MoonPath Press), It’s Always Night, It Always Rains, (Winterhawk Press) and Beauty (Tiger’s Eye Press). Laura received her MFA from CCA. She edits a small press called Uttered Chaos. Laura always thought she’d be an astronaut. For more information, visit http://www.lauralehew.com/.

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R.R. Seitz writes from the place of decisions made by an eighteen-year-old that carry forward, day-by-day, to the present. His 2006 book Right Here Right Now is in its third printing and made its way to odd places outside the U.S., including Southeast Asia. He has been featured around at various readings throughout the Northwest for 15 years. And yes, it is true, he has no letters behind his name.

Symposium by Laura LeHew

He brings me poison

words tormented love separation

a withered bouquet woven

with absinth wormwood

abandonment boredom regret

starry anemones delicate asphodels prickly

burdock the seeming happy amethyst and canary carnations

screaming antipathy and disdain

an untranslatable orange lily

whispering hatred against a pale vase

vain dream-like clusters of hydrangeas

jealous lemon hyacinths lost

in the sorrow of their vivid violet sisters

and

a forsaken single blood red tulip—the perfect suitor

nestled among fragrant creamy tuberoses

insinuating dangerous

lovers.

[JANUARY 19: New Date for] Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic Featuring Jen Coleman & Mike G

December 17, 2016

[IMPORTANT NOTE: Due to icy conditions, this month’s Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic has been postponed until January 19. Please help us share this news, and stay safe.]

Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic

Hosted by Christopher Luna and Toni Partington

Featuring Jen Coleman and Mike G

 7 pm

Thursday, January 19

 Open mic sign up begins at 6:30 and closes at 7

Angst Gallery

1015 Main Street

Vancouver, WA 98660

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Food and libation provided by

Niche Wine Bar, 1013 Main Street

 Sound provided by Briz Loan & Guitar: http://briz.us/

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Jen Coleman is the author of Psalms for Dogs and Sorcerers from Trembling Pillow Press, winner of the 2013 Bob Kaufman Book Prize selected by poet Dara Wier, and We Denizens from Furniture Press in 2016. Originally from Minnesota, Jen received her BA from Beloit College and MFA from George Mason University in Virginia. She spent eight years in New York, where she co-edited the journal POM2. She now lives in Portland, OR. Coleman’s set will include one poem accompanied by drummer and songwriter Cat Minor.

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Let’s Be Tarsiers by Jen Coleman

It’s too cruel to be a bloody human.

Let’s be a boom-slang, viper or hippo.

Let’s be tarsiers born with fur and eyeballs

big as our brains. Let’s have the long, long feet.

Let me call you tarsier like the long long

bones in your feet. Let me be a tarsier

and balance eye with eye and stay silent.

Take your third tarsier finger and touch my

third finger as long as your upper arm.

Touch your two tarsier toes to my two toes.

Eat bugs and lizards and know me, tarsier

As I know you, tarsier, feasting on bats.

Be awake in the night with me, tarsier,

and leap, and be quite quiet and quite shy.

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Mike G: I’ve been writing for my sanity for quite some time now. It’s the most fun, and the most serious thing I do. For me, performing is the public celebration of this sanity. Now and then I’ve read my poems on KBOO radio. Now and then my poems get published. To say it another way: I oozed from the womb in Michigan with hardly more life than a manikin, then the Muse infused me with madness, inspired my wordplay of  rage and sadness, or sometimes funny, so it’s said; I’ll clown and rant until i’m dead.

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Mike G reads at Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic (photo by Tiffany Burba)

After the plague of boils Job scalded his secret patience formula upon my soul. That’s me lounging on the rotting log spitting a protest melody into the unwashed harmonica. The cold sun is a kind of food. I watch the leaves eat. Eyes fierce and blue in the whiteout blizzard. That’s me, the keeper of memory, not buried yet, heart still beating.

Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic Featuring Naomi Fast October 13, 2016

October 4, 2016

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GHOST TOWN POETRY OPEN MIC
Hosted by Christopher Luna and Toni Lumbrazo Luna

7 pm
Thursday, October 13
Angst Gallery
1015 Main Street
Vancouver, WA 98660

Food and libation provided by
Niche Wine Bar, 1013 Main Street

Sound provided by Briz Loan & Guitar: http://briz.us/

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Featuring Naomi Fast, author of

Portland Light: Post-Industrial City Poems and Photography

Naomi Fast is an American poet, artist, and photographer who grew up in California, Brussels, and Zaire (now known as the Democratic Republic of Congo). Ms. Fast earned her MA in Writing from Portland State University, where she won an Academy of American Poets Prize and the Shelley Reece Award. Her poetry has been published around the U.S. in various journals and anthologies including Empty Shoes and VoiceCatcher, a journal featuring women authors and artists of the Pacific Northwest. In addition, her poem “Kajiji Fires” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. The poems and photographs in Fast’s Portland Light: Post-Industrial City Poems & Photography, provide a glimpse into the Rose City’s evolution over a ten-year period.

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Fantasy by Naomi Fast

According to Naomi, “I consider my Portland Light poems to be ‘light’ in language, length, mood and tone—they are, if you will, ‘language snapshots.’ My hope is that they also reveal bits of a city that aren’t readily seen unless we shine a light on them.”

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Awning of Stars by Naomi Fast

Eclipse
by Naomi Fast

We photograph the bronze moon
in increments.
Planets collaborate
enlightening our address
with sun and moon’s embrace.

We’ve lived rivers and oceans of years
but it only takes one
cloudless September night
to eclipse them all,
to reveal with a flash
this naked moment
of our sameness.

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Burnside Love by Naomi Fast

Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic Featuring Joseph Green March 10, 2016

February 28, 2016

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GHOST TOWN POETRY OPEN MIC
Hosted by Christopher Luna and Toni Lumbrazo Luna

7 pm
Thursday, March 10
Angst Gallery
1015 Main Street
Vancouver, WA 98660

Food and libation provided by
Niche Wine Bar, 1013 Main Street

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Featuring Joseph Green: Joseph Green’s most recent collection of poems is What Water Does at a Time Like This (MoonPath Press 2015), following That Thread Still Connecting Us (MoonPath 2012), The End of Forgiveness (Floating Bridge, 2001), Greatest Hits: 1975—2000 (Pudding House, 2001), Deluxe Motel (Signpost Press, 1991), and His Inadequate Vocabulary (Signpost, 1986). Through the Peasandcues Press, Green and his wife, Marquita, produce limited-edition, letterpress-printed poetry broadsides using hand-set metal type; and at the C.C. Stern Type Foundry & Museum of Metal Typography, in Portland, he works to preserve the craft of casting the type itself.

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What You Can Say to Me When I’m Dead
by Joseph Green

I won’t want to talk about the war,
so don’t start. I won’t say anything at all
about politics. I’ve already had it

up to here with gossip.
And God is no good, either,
as a conversational topic. I’ll be finished,

too, with gnawing on the dry bones
of art, of accomplishment.
You can put them into your own

soup if you feel like it. I’ll be lying
down for a while. Just fill me in
on what you’ve been up to.

Please join us on March 10 for Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic featuring Joseph Green, poet, letterpress printer, and author of What Water Does at a Time Like This.

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Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic Featuring Steve Williams at Angst Gallery, February 11, 2016

January 18, 2016

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GHOST TOWN POETRY OPEN MIC
Hosted by Christopher Luna and Toni Lumbrazo Luna

7 pm
Thursday, February 11
Angst Gallery
1015 Main Street
Vancouver, WA 98660

Food and libation provided by
Niche Wine Bar, 1013 Main Street

LGBTQ-FRIENDLY, ALL AGES, AND UNCENSORED SINCE 2004
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Featuring Steve Williams

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Steve Williams is the author of a new chapbook entitled Thirteen, a poem. He works in Portland, helping those who have barriers to employment find jobs. He lives with a lovely woman who writes and edits much better than he but refuses to admit it.

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Shades
by Steve Williams

One grandfather’s shadow is fresh tar
on the roof outside my window.
The other grandfather’s shadow –
a wind-up Indian with broken hands.

My grandmothers are whiskey radio baseball
and a garden full of curio cabinets and canning jars.

Corky, Blackie and Sam are dog shadows
warm under my blanket. My cat shadows
all ran away.

My father’s shadow is the Wichita Lineman
belted to every creosoted pole, spurs buried
in the wood listening to his own static.

My streetlight shadows are Spirographed
around my shoes, each a different shade
of black. These are my mother.

As the sun falls into drowned ash,
these shades fade into twilight.
This is where we all used to hide.

When my face rises in your bright hands,
I hold your kiss
long enough for each of them
to have their turn.