NYC | September 15, 2013

Back from summer break and ready to welcome more fantastic writers to the stage, we’ve lined up some great readings for you at Sunday Salon this fall! Talented writers from Maine, Massachusetts, and NYC will kick off the season. Join us at Jimmys no. 43 at 7pm.

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SHAKEN by Nita Noveno & Sara Lippmann
Come Loose and Fly Away by Kathy Fish

A Car Ride of Second Chances by Len Kuntz

The Joseph of Arimathea Center for Secret Believers by Nana Ekua Brew-Hammond

He-Man and a Girl Named Larry by Rae Bryant

Family Dinner the Week of the Connecticut Shooting on the Sunday Jake Adam York Died by Michael Copperman

And Am I Born to Die? by Brian Gersten

The Toot by Dean Kostos

Pünktlichkeit by Erika Dreifus

All Are Equal In the Fall by Stash Hempeck

Stroking the Pigeon by Patricia Spears Jones




Spillage by Nita Noveno & Barbara Sueko McGuire
Be Careful by William Cass

Empty Pockets by Roof Alexander

Wingin’ It by Jessica Machado

Distrust the Inner Voice by Alisa Slaughter

Felicia by Ilana Garon

Life Taxidermy by Brie Huling

A Psalm of What Happens When I Submit to Love by Bernadette McComish

Fado de Coimbra (serenade) by Mike Stutzman

Consider by Brie Huling

Heart Decay by Diane Schenker

Ed Pavlic by Nita Noveno

Nancy Martini Barbara Sueko McGuire


The original idea for this issue of SalonZine came soon after the 2011 earthquake in Japan, a magnitude 9, and the fourth largest earthquake in the world since 1900. This past year, the destruction wrought by Hurricane Sandy, the Connecticut school shootings, and other seemingly endless gun-related tragedies have shaken us to the core. In our unsettling world lives change in an instant, only to become irrevocably defined by that which cleaves. How does one come out of such terrible loss? How do we deal with the worst? The unexpected? The inevitable?

The writers and poets in this issue respond to these questions. Their prose and poetry address things, people, and …

And Am I Born To Die?

By Brian Gersten

Between I-295 and the Penobscot Bay, past the Hussey’s General Store sign that reads “Guns – Wedding Gowns – Cold Beer”, down narrow potholed dirt roads lacking signposts or street lamps, over a steel bog bridge, and among fiery oaks and pines, rests Karen Keller’s square farmhouse.  The house teeters on a rocky foundation.  It has no running water or electricity.  The grey wooden shingles are weathered from years of blizzards and nor’easters.  Gusts of wind pass through the closed rectangular windows just as easily as the sunlight, and only the bedroom is insulated.  “There is a plan for this chaos,” Karen says of her home, “it …

Leigh Newman

Interviewed by Nita Noveno

When Leigh Newman walked into Jimmys no. 43 this past June to read at Sunday LeighNewmanPicSalon, she looked sun-kissed and at ease. She’d just spent the day with her family in a remote area of Fire Island. The author of Still Points North: One Alaskan Childhood, One Grown-Up World, One Long Journey Home (The Dial Press, March 2013), Leigh is no stranger to far-flung places. She is the third fellow Alaskan I have met in the twenty years I’ve lived in NYC. Needless to say, I was excited to meet her and listen to her story. She didn’t …

Marie-Jeanne Fethiere

Marie-Jeanne Fethiere was raised and educated in England. She studied law, and has experience with industrial democracy and community outreach. She went on to marketing and developing a curriculum for multicultural education in the UK. Fethiere came to the States largely engaged in marketing for pharmaceuticals, but is currently concentrating on rediscovering her love for photography using a mixture of vintage and new technology. She is an intuitive photographer in mostly street, architecture, informal portraits, abstract and macro, with a particular love for documenting the people and places of her Brooklyn where she was born.

Buy Tickets for Monday, August 26 Sunday Salon Chicago Benefit

Thank you for your ongoing support of SuSa Chicago! As you know, we’re a literary reading series that showcases four authors at every reading event. Our mission is to bring a Chicago audience the best of local and national talent, and provide a community where writers and passionate readers can meet.

Our events are always free. In order to keep our readings free and help fund promotional efforts for the coming year, we’re having a benefit on Monday, August 26 at Due Lire Vino and Cucina (4250 N. Lincoln Ave., Chicago) featuring writers Rosellen Brown, Alex Shakar, and Susanna Daniel. $25 includes small bites, wine, beer, and soda. We would love …

Family Dinner the Week of the Connecticut Shooting on the Sunday Jake Adam York Died

By Michael Copperman

We did not speak of the tragedy, but we came together as we often don’t manage in busy weeks.  My Japanese mother shows her love by overproviding, making the meals her mother made in her youth, cold salad of long rice in shoyu and rice vinegar and sesame oil stacked with slivered cucumber and piles of fresh-pulled crab meat and spirals of egg, a five-quart steamer of fresh rice, great platters of sashimi on beds of lettuce and daikon, always so much bounty, more than we need or can hold, all of it laid out at the dining room table for my father and brother and sister-in-law …

All Are Equal In the Fall

By Stash Hempeck


as we each silently steal

forward, stoop

to pick

up our rock, heft

the angular stone up and down

in our hand as though to weigh

its power, as though to find

that perfect balance, as though to search

out the proper side, while we imagine

arc of flight and point of impact, followed

by instant bruise or instant blood, the outcome determined

by our obtuse or acute point-of-view.


This is the secret path we choose

to tread, to halt

—if for only one brief moment—

what we know

will surely come to pass.


But still we hope

—hope pushing

against hope,

hope piling

upon hope—

that this will be the time one of us finds

courage enough to straighten

up, to firm

our spine, to cast

down that hand-held demon back

onto the …

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