Please join us for a reading to celebrate the poetry of Joe Salerno. This event is free and open to the public. However, seating is limited so please RSVP. Reception will follow the reading.
Every single time I slice open a bright red tomato in the summer, I think of my dad. Every time I drizzle olive oil on it, sprinkle with salt, pepper, and throw on some basil, I think of my dad. And when I take a bite of “this muscular red fruit,” I think of my dad. Continue reading
Originally published as the forward to Only Here:
It was a lively time for poetry at the University of Michigan in the early seventies. My friend Bert Hornback set up regular Tuesday afternoon readings, which were well-attended — a hundred at the worst, four hundred on good days. Robert Bly and Galway Kinnell came every year; Wendell Berry, John Logan, Denise Levertov, Adrienne Rich. Joe was always there — with David Tucker and other Ann Arbor Poets. There were readings at coffee houses, bookstores and bars. Poetry was lively and ordinary. Continue reading