Monday, October 31, 2011



FREE FARM & MOONSHINE at Mac's Backs Boks
Start: 11/19/2011 7:00 pm
Larry Smith, author of The Free Farm and Marilyn Schraff. author of Moonshine: Illicit Spirits in the Appalachian Hills of Rural Southern Ohio will be at Mac's for a reading and booksigning. The Free Farm is a coming of age and love story novel about a working class kid who goes to college in southern Ohio during the era of the counterculture. "Written in a strong, sensitive but never sentimentalizing voice, Smith has penned a kind of spiritual being-of-age novel, while still providing a clear-eyed look at a turbulent, fascinating era of the American experience." C.D. White
Moonshine is a social history of moonshining and stills in Appalachia. Marilyn Schraff's family had stills and she interviewed over 75 people for this lively account of the importance of liquor-making to the culture of southern Ohio.
Marilyn is a retired teacher and water-color artist who is also the author of Appalachian Childhood.
Larry Smith is a fiction writer, poet, literary biographer and film writer. He is a longtime supporter of the Cleveland writing scene with books on d.a.levy and the Cleveland Poetry Scene. He has published several novels and volumes of poetry including The Long River Home (fiction), Tu Fu Comes to America (poetry) and biographies of Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Kenneth Patchen.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

52 Cleveland Haiku (42)


Ghouls hang from trees,
zombies with light-bulb eyes:
celebrate sugar, and death.

--Geoffrey A. Landis

Sunday, October 23, 2011

52 Cleveland Haiku (41)

October Sunday:
trees glow yellow in the sun;
leaf blowers roar.

--Geoffrey A. Landis

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Sunday, October 16, 2011

52 Cleveland Haiku (40)


Swirls of autumn leaves
Dancing overhead; far off
Storm clouds on the lake.

--Geoffrey A. Landis

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Sunday, October 2, 2011

52 Cleveland Haiku (38)

Neon city night:
the sound of tires on wet streets,
snatches of music.

--Geoffrey A. Landis


Cited...

The poet doesn't invent. He listens. ~Jean Cocteau