From Virginia Gause A group of young adults who recently graduated from high school will be having a summer festival called “Sparks of Art”. This event will be the last chance for these young adults to showcase their art before heading off to college in the fall where they plan to pursue careers in similar [...]
“Sparks of Art” July 13th at McAllen Creative Incubator
July 3rd, 2009 · No Comments
Tags: McAllen · Presentation · art
Dirty Red’s 4th of July Party update
July 3rd, 2009 · No Comments
From Joel Hey Guys: No time for witty repartee or insouciant press releases (thanks Stan), but here’s the deal: Dirty Red’s Cantina and our great nation share a birthday and Brent (Dirty Red) has asked LONG TIME COMIN’ to help celebrate. The music starts at 7:00 and goes ‘til at least midnight. There’ll be bar-b-que [...]
Savory Perks open poetry reading a great success
July 3rd, 2009 · No Comments
By Julieta Corpus I want to extend a heartfelt THANK YOU to all those poets who joined me last night at Savory Perks in Weslaco. You guys have no idea what you did to my heart when I saw all of you before me, beaming. I swear there’s was a light buzzing sound floating all [...]
Tags: Poetry · Presentation · Weslaco
Digging
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By Gene Novogrodsky …and he stops by the school and signs his first-grade son out early …. “Something wrong. Why did you come get me?” “Nothing is wrong. I have a little fun for us.” “What?” “You’ll see.” He drives to a nearby house where the owner has told him that he can dig around [...]
Tags: Literature · Story
One Stalk, One Drop
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By Gene Novogrodsky Up on the Dakota-Canadian border, A wheat stalk stretches, long long days, Flour and bread months away …. In the Colorado mountains A drop of water comes off a snowpack, Glasses of water but days away ….
Tags: Literature · Poetry
Looking Ahead
July 3rd, 2009 · No Comments
By Gene Novogrodsky With John Updike dead, With Koko Taylor dead, And some spiders working webs, I wonder what I want to see At my last, my last glimpse; One spider, up and down among Leaves and branches would be fine ….
Tags: Literature · Poetry


