So.  Apparently there is some big hullabaloo concerning the river, a bridge, drunken citizens and bad music all culminating in some brightly-colored – and crazy loud like…“thunder” they say – lights.  Apparently.  Apparently it’s tomorrow.  And while I – as I’m sure continuing readers can guess by now – do not really understand the appeal of hours spent milling around on a blanket sipping on lukewarm contraband bud-light, I can appreciate the gravity of standing up to this massive scheduled merriment and proclaiming

There are a great many reasons why one should completely ignore “hype”.  First of all, it is this writer’s opinion, that Hype holds a gentle hand with Hysteria (ok, let’s be fair, it’s usually squeezing fingers into purple oblivion).  Hysterics rarely lead anywhere rosy, even if the healthy pump of fight or flight possessed well-intentioned roots.  So.  While the multitudes shake off a Hunger Games hangover this weekend, save your sanity for Monday.  Why Monday?  Because Monday night is your monthly dose of Penguin Poetry Pandemoni

There are few things in this mortal life that rival the richness of the written word.  The elegant draping of stanza and meter, the quiet metaphor, the linguistic aplomb of syllables, the mouth feel of a particularly decadent alliteration.  We can wax poetic about the poetic poetry of poetry until we are blue in the face – blue like blueberries.  But at the pinnacle of human creation there stands only one other shining beacon of achievement that grandly proclaims the mankind species as set apart from our lesser mammalian brethren.  You know of what I s

Poetry is often relegated to the dustiest shelves and the farthest reaches of our thoughts; a genre most readers slogged through begrudgingly in high school and promptly dismissed on the other side of the diploma.  Poetry is “stuffy” and “irrelevant”, perhaps even, dare I say it, “fussy”.  But these stereotypes are true misnomers to the good name of The Poem, and deft poets, such as David Hernandez, easily vanquish such tarnishes.  Hernandez’s latest collection of poems – published by Louisville’s own Sarabande Books &ndas