September 24, 2006

Daniel Comiskey & Kaia Sand

Sunday, September 24th
7:30 pm

New American Art Union
922 SE Ankeny Street

$5 suggested donation


Daniel Comiskey lives and works in Seattle. He was coeditor of Monkey
Puzzle
, a magazine of poetry and prose, and worked as literary manager
for The Poet's Theater, which produced readings of dramatic works
written by poets. He has collaborated with other poets on a number of
projects, the most recent of which is the long poem "Crawlspace,"
written with C.E. Putnam and forthcoming from P.I.S.O.R. publications.
His translations of Hu Xudong, produced in conjunction with Ying Qin,
will appear later this year in the Talisman Anthology of Contemporary
Chinese Poetry
.


Kaia Sand is the author of the collection of poems interval (Edge
Books) and co-editor of the /Tangent/, which publishes a zine,
pamphlets, and chapbooks. Her poetry most recently appeared in the
Ixnay Reader; Tool: A Magazine; and
an issue of Dusie comprised entirely of chapbooks.
Work is forthcoming in McSweeney's Quarterly Concern and Effing
Magazine
. She lives in Portland, Oregon.


Did


hopped first
shook twice

fizzed close
talked spot

filled moon
tripped road

built wave
tubbed big

treed smell
bused west

had way more at home


—Daniel Comiskey


I know you through girlish glasses
I do love all your faces
A vanity is a bureau
Can I age compellingly
Can I age completely
My father was a sweetheart
He’s loosening the steering wheel
He’s tamping down the starter
He will no longer transport us
He will no longer transport us
He will no longer transport us
He will no longer transport us
He will no longer transport us
I’m a woman with a last name
All my words are in the dictionary
My body is not Freedom Plaza
I’m a whisper in the amphitheater
A deserter reporting why
Poaching soybeans in the county
He will no longer transport us
I cannot stomach that pretension
But all of you are so very lovely
I’ve armed this poem with small pistols
I’d mortgage our swooning t.v.
I’m no apple-fearing woman
I do love all your faces
But he will no longer transport us
I’m a woman reporting why

—Kaia Sand (previously published in PomPom Magazine)