Here in the University of Rochester’s Rettner Computer Lab, late last September on a cool Fall evening while magazine designer UR senior Karina Banda was in her apartment, I hit PUBLISH. Afterwards, I confess, I bummed a cigarette from a Lithuanian graduate student, then wandered down to the river for an exultant smoke.
It’s been a year — and 536 articles — since. And it’s the same then as now: To readers and contributors, much thanks
Bill is a fiction writer, storyteller and poet, and an Assistant Editor with Narrative Magazine. He has published poems in such places as Ploughshares, Anderbo.com and Cottonwood and in recent issues of Off Course, Otis Nebula, and Literary Juice; two chapbooks with White Pine and FootHills; and self-published Walking Home from the Eastman House. Bill has told stories in various places in Rochester and upstate New York, including the National Women’s Hall of Fame. Most recently, he performed his original story, “Two Kinds of Fear,” a completely documented telling about the lives of Susan B. Anthony and Frederick Douglass during their time in Rochester. Bill will be performing this story at Rundel in March of next year. His short stories appear in a recent issue of Crack of the Spine Literary Magazine and Midway; and in upcoming issues of Indiana Voice Journal, Sick Lit Magazine and Hypertext. Bill taught English for 26 years to non-native speakers for BOCES 2 in Spencerport. He and his wife Pam have two children and two grandchildren.
There is one not widely known fact about Bill. In a previous life, Bill was the famed English poet, the Earl of Rochester. Bill — I mean the Earl of Rochester — was as well known for his rakish lifestyle as his poetry, although the two were often interlinked. On this occasion, Bill channels his inner Johnny Depp.
Ode to the Talker
He doesn’t mostly even talk, the Talker.
He listens. He’s the fly on the wall.
You want our town connected? He’s got it all.
Trump painted in menstrual blood? It’s here.
last day for pizza in the park.
Hillary as nutcracker, Twilight
soldiers in the war,
from there to here!
from when we say Vietnam War
Virginia sheriff’s got a warrant
Brother, lose yourself among the damselflies.
This will be a World Heritage Site some day.
Talker got words and pictures.
He got fonts up the wamboozle
He got fancy graphics!
He drop names!
He’s out there, the Talker. He doesn’t talk. He shmoozes.
If magnolias could warble, if walls could break their silence
he would listen. He would give them a place to speak.
He has. They do. Kin to life around him, he’s invisible.
Kind of looks like Anthony Weiner.
And, of course, Happy Birthday to all the other Talker’s and semi-Talkers: George, Shadi, Athesia, Dean, et al.