November 22, 2016
Zack Haber, Chris Ashby, & Patricia No
Saturday, November 12
1223 NE ML King Blvd.
Zack Haber is a poet who lives in West Oakland. He is the author of if you want to be one of them playing in the streets... (quiet lightning 2014). Some of his recent work has appeared in Elderly, Data Bleed Zine, The Capilino Review, Sierra Nevada Review, Banqueted, and Eleven Eleven. He has curated The Other Fabulous Reading Series in Berkeley since 2012. He's writing a book about horrible places.
Patricia No is a writer, editor, and publisher originally from Western New York and currently living in Portland, Oregon. She is the co-founder and director of Publication Studio and is the founder and editor of Weekday, an annual literary journal.
Chris Ashby is a poet and musician. Along with Paul Maziar, he is the co-editor and publisher of Couch Press, which can be found at couchpress.weebly.com He frequently collaborates with Nate Orton on his My DAY series exploring place-based poetics in the Northwest. His most recent chapbook is Salt Lover I-V (c_L Books). Chris is a member of the Spare Room Collective and lives in Portland, OR. He works in the forests and grasslands of the West.
Wells Fargo Bank 1221 Broadway, Oakland, CA 94612
Hi. Good afternoon. What can I do for you? Sir, are you waiting for a banker? It sure is coming down hard. Stay dry. Have a great one.
The air here tastes like antibiotics. I'm feeling like I swallowed a whole bottle of hand sanitizer. It was cherry flavored. I only see six cameras here. Where's the rest? Is it safe here? It's safe here. There's a safe here that's bigger than all of us. It could swallow us.
There's grids of anti-septic light. There's a picture of the sky. There's a picture of a California meadow landscape in dawn with a horse and buggy riding through it. There's grids of anti-septic light. There's a food court on Court TV. There's no solitude.
These bank tellers are behind bulletproof glass. We could share laughter through bulletproof glass. If I ever have a kid will I have that kid be born behind bulletproof glass?
Sitting here in Wells Fargo, I can't help but wonder what a professional wrestler might think if she were to walk in through these doors. What might she think of that sign that asks her to help Wells Fargo go green? Would she come in quick and keep moving real quick or might she move slow and meticulously?
Most people here move quickly. Most people here keep moving. Sometimes I feel like I want to keep moving because if I ever stop moving I might start feeling.
Rare on the surface of the Earth,
but not in the liquid or solid core,
Nickel is a German word for Satan,
odd for an element
known for coloring glass green.
Often found in meteorites
thought to have formed
around the same time as the creation of the Earth,
Nickel, like iron and cobalt,
may be magnetized.
In American currency,
there is a coin bearing its name,
though this item only contains 25 percent Nickel,
the rest is copper.
Most commonly used in steel,
Nickel is also used in rechargeable batteries,
and from contact may be responsible
for many cases of dermatitis,
so much so the element was named
Allergen of the Year in 2008--
what an award!
Del Ray, FL
The sea was green, rocking.
Cast upon the sky, the sky was green.
A shell fragment fell into the cup
and we drank sandy tequila.
When I went to piss in the warm Del Ray
I saw a stone I had to have. Bent down
into the milky sea I wanted to be
green too. Darkening green past the breaks
studded with flotsam and sharks. Oh!
how I wanted to see a shark and be afraid.
Night began to extinguish green, drowning
the color from the top down. I turned
away from the night, see if you saw this too.