Babble Presents: Ben Brindise and Rotten Kid

Last week I got to review Ben Brindise’s new chapbook, Rotten Kid, in The Public. The book, out from Syracuse-based Ghost City Press, contains a fresh mix of fiction and poetry, focusing mostly on memory, the process of finding a voice, and an exploration of a voice’s limitations. Ben asked me to serve at MC for the nightContinue reading “Babble Presents: Ben Brindise and Rotten Kid”

Review: Rotten Kid, by Ben Brindise

Ben Brindise has been a friend and close collaborator since we met at the first Foundlings launch back in May 2016. We’ve read together countless times, from the election season “Whistle Stop” tour to a poets’ showcase Ben hosted Monday night at Nietzsche’s (now to be a recurring thing, based on that night’s massive success).Continue reading “Review: Rotten Kid, by Ben Brindise”

Friends and Foundlings – Interviews with our Favorite Poets

In this series, the Foundlings lads have casual chats with some of our favorite Buffalo poets. Ep. 1: Justin Karcher Interviewed: Justin Karcher, author of Tailgating at the Gates of Hell and editor of Ghost City Review. Topics: Tailgating at the Gates of Hell, the fragmentation of the Buffalo literary scene, hip-hop and Modernism, stakes and timelessness,Continue reading “Friends and Foundlings – Interviews with our Favorite Poets”

Gerry Crinnin’s Haiku to the Chief Launches with Reading at Buffalo’s Founding Father’s Pub

Gerry Crinnin’s latest book of poems, Haiku to the Chief, has been doing quite well since publisher Ghost City Press released the sleek edition on the 4th of July. Available online and at both Buffalo’s Talking Leaves locations, the book will launch officially with a night of reading and drinking at Founding Fathers Pub, SundayContinue reading “Gerry Crinnin’s Haiku to the Chief Launches with Reading at Buffalo’s Founding Father’s Pub”

New Poetry: Foundlings Vol. I and Ghost City Review Vol. II

Sunday night marked a special occasion for the Buffalo literary scene: a new poetry magazine was born, in a fete of tears and sausages, IPAs and whiskey-waters, howls and man-hugs and microphone drops. Maybe a few in the audience went out after to evangelize — which is good, because we’ll have to go quiet for aContinue reading “New Poetry: Foundlings Vol. I and Ghost City Review Vol. II”