POETRY THIS WEEK

Monday, Mar 8
Professor Java's
Monday Night Open Mic
Muddy Cup Open Mic

Tuesday, Mar 9
Poetry Off The Hook
Emack & Bolio's

Wednesday, Mar 10
Live From The Living Room
Flavour Cafe Open Mic

Thursday, Mar 11
Bohemian Book Bin
Every Other Thurs Poets
Rockhill Bakehouse

Friday, Mar 12
World Poetry Cafe
Wize Wordz

Saturday, Mar 13
Woodstock Poetry Society

MULTIMEDIA

Albany Poets Podcast
NEW: Podcast #32 - Poets Speak Loud - February 23, 2009

Albany Poets TV
COMING UP: Live Streaming from the Poetry At The UAG

Spoken Word Videos
NEW: Albany Word Fest - April 17-18, 2009

MORE

OTHER:TEN
Issue ten of Albany Poets' art/lit magazine OTHER: is now available.

Online Open Mic
Introducing a brand new way to share your work. Start posting your poetry today!

Upstate Poetry Workshops
Check out our ever-growing list of poetry workshops that are all around upstate New York.



TERESA MARTA COSTA

I have been writing poetry quite steadily since 1973, after being turned on to Captain Beefhart and Alice Cooper ( a somewhat strange combo). I have been featured extensively through-out the Hudson Valley, and have read in NYC, Venice, California and Albany, NY.

I was poetry director and host of the Cross St. Gallery for three and a half years, until the roof caved in. Currently I am hosting poetry readings at The Bohemian Book Bin , in Kingston, NY. Recently published in; HomePlanetNews and The Chronogram. I am listed in The American Poets & Writers Directory both the book & online versions. Self-published three chapbooks: Cosmic Orgasms, What We Breathe out and Bon` Appetite ( purposely misspelled to tick off the immature academic poets....it's a joke.).

I have featured w/ the late George Montgomery, the late Ray Bremser, back in the mid to late seventies...

LINKS

POEMS

 

ELECTRICK ORGASM

He entered my box
Ivory snow
Sucked off my
Panasonic ovaries
Electrocuted himself.

 

PASSING TIME

The mouth
defecates
a world
starved
of love.
Unreasonable
speeds
dominate
reformed
inhabitants.
The need to
catch up
is silver
platters of
time
handed
multi-dimensionally.
The soul
screams
for placement
of
passions
grown.
It is
no wonder
time passes us
by with
second thoughts