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Veronica will be reveiwing Li-Young Lee was born in 1957 in Jakarta, Indonesia. His verse has earned numerous honors, including a Lannan Literary Award and an American Book Award. Lee lives in Chicago with his wife and two sons. This Side of Early by Naomi Ayala Naomi Ayala's poems explore wide-ranging themes in an ever-changing landscape--from the city streets to the introspective solace of the woods. These lyrics deconstruct the political world of man, offer hope through a compelling, lyrical spiritual intimacy, and bridge the gap between the two with words full of ecological intensity. Belonging New Poetry by Iranians Around the World Edited by Niloufar Talebi Recent political developments, including the shadow of a new war, have obscured the fact that Iran has a long and splendid artistic tradition ranging from the visual arts to literature. Western readers may have some awareness of the Iranian novel thanks to a few breakout successes like Reading Lolita in Tehran... Plus Possible guest Brendan Constantine

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Join Rafael as talks to Robert Wynne Robert Wynne earned his MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University. He created Cider Press Review, an annual literary journal, in 1999 with co-founder Caron Andregg, and served at the co-editor and publisher for 10 years. He is the author of 6 chapbooks, and 2 full-length books of poetry. His first full-length collection, “Remembering How to Sleep,” was the recipient of the Poetry Society of Texas’ 2006 Eakin Book Award. His second full-length collection, “Museum of Parallel Art,” was published in February 2008 by Tebot Bach Press. He has won the Grasslands Review Editors Prize, the Masters Poetry Prize, is a two-time recipient of both the Academy of American Poets College Award and the Poetry Super Highway online poetry contest, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His essays and book reviews have appeared in Cider Press Review, DFW Poetry Review, Next Magazine and online. His poems have appeared in 2 Black Moss Press anthologies in Canada, in a Comrades Press anthology in England, in a Tebot Bach press anthology, and a University of Iowa Anthology. His poetry has also been published in Solo, Two Rivers Review, Poetry International, Trestle Creek Review, Rattle, O.C. Weekly, Bayou Review, Blue Satellite, Spillway, DFW Poetry Review, Edgar and many other magazines. He has been a featured reader at poetry festivals in Los Angeles, Austin, Houston, Ventura, San Luis Obispo, and venues throughout Texas and California. He lives in Burleson, with his wife, daughter and 3 rambunctious dogs. His online home is www.rwynne.com.

Friday will be Scott Woods, host of the Writers Block in Columbus, Ohio, and president of Poetry Slam Inc.; Robb Q Telfer, Chicago poet and forthcoming Write Bloody Press author; Tara Betts, Aquarius Press author and poetry co-editor for The November 3rd Club; and Mike Chasar, University of Iowa professor and author of the blog, "Poetry & Pop Culture."

Join Rachelle as she talks toThi Dao Thi Dao studied creative writing at UCLA and upon graduating, left the country to live abroad. Her experiences have intensified the themes of the perpetual outsider and cultural meshes in her short stories. In her writing, she portrays the diverse neighborhoods in southern California and explores issues of class, culture, and the generation gap.

Bryan talks to Anthony Paluzzi WHAT IS A PALUZZI? ... It's a question that has plagued mankind like a festering virus since the invention of speech... When we crawled out from caves and thoughts formed the first sentences in order for the masses to communicate, saying such things as, "Raw meat too chewy," and "Owww… Fire is freakin' hot!" Stuff like that. Actually the question that pops up most is, “What the hell are you doing?” The people who tend to ask this are those who didn’t know me when I was younger. When I took two fake severed heads made from Styrofoam and had them painted the color of caucasian flesh, cut the top off of one so it appeared scalped, spreading lots of dry fake blood I mixed on the severed section, and took the other head and dripped blood from it’s gouged out eye sockets. A noose made from shoestring rope went around both of their necks, and then I hung them from my bedroom window… on the outside. I guess being the only white kid growing up in Eastchester Housing Projects in the Bronx wasn’t enough to get attention – I had to make the neighborhood think I was insane as well. Was there something seriously wrong with me?