Poet and writer R.M. Engelhardt will be the featured reader 2017 Albany
Word Fest edition of the Albany Poets Presents reading series at Restaurant Navona (89 New Scotland Avenue, Albany) on Wednesday, April 19, 2017.
Albany Poets Presents puts a spin on the typical poetry event in the local literary community by highlighting one poet every two months with an interview and Q&A session following the reading
R.M. Engelhardt is a veteran poet & writer whose work over the years has appeared in many journals & magazines including Rusty Truck, Thunder Sandwich, The Boston Literary Review, The NY Times, Full of Crow, Dry Land Lit, The Outlaw Poetry Network, Telepoem & in many others. He is one of the original co-founders’ of Albany Poets and is currently the host of the Troy Poetry Mission, a monthly open mic for poets held in Troy, NY.
On Friday, January 20th Donald J. Trump will be sworn in as The President of the United States of America.
This will be a very sad day indeed. And as poets and writers everywhere we need to speak up and say what needs to be said, and share those words with our nation and the world.
So here’s what we do.
At EXACTLY 8pm on the evening of Friday, January 20th I’m asking all my friends and fellow writers and poets to simultaneously all post a poem or prose piece against the election and presidency of Trump. Post it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, WordPress …
That’s it, that’s all we need to do but we must all be united in this protest.
No matter who you are, what country, what race or what nationality this is the moment to Stand Against Trump.
All I ask?
Tag the bottom of your posts with these words that say we stand together.
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Till this very moment, by being the one who shall not fall nor rise, I have stood my ground in the kingdom of desire. No matter how bright the sun is, I seek no shadow. No matter how dark the moon is, I seek no fire. I hold my breath in a place where all should be received with gratitude as nothing is granted. I now live, for should a single leaf of mine fall or rise, I shall be no more.