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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE, Return Of The Mack-Celebrating Women’s Voices In Poetry

In Uncategorized on November 29, 2022 at 2:53 pm

Jim Trainer, Poet 

PRESS RELEASE 

Contact: Jim Trainer 

Phone: 512-203-6288 

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE 

12/11/22 

RETURN OF THE MACK-CELEBRATING WOMEN’S VOICES IN POETRY WITH AIMÉE MACKOVIC, CHRISTIA MADACSI HOFFMAN AND JIM TRAINER-ON DECEMBER 11 AT BATCH 

Poet and Professor Aimée Mackovic returns to Austin, Texas, to read from her poetic works alongside poets Jim Trainer and Christia Madacsi. This is Aimée’s first appearance onstage since undergoing a triple organ transplant. True story. The Mack is back! 

Join us in celebration of the heroine’s journey, two fresh books of poetry and a bday to boot. Live music starting at 1:30. Readings at 2pm. 

RSVP: https://www.jimtrainer.net/returnofthemack 

For more information: 

Jim Trainer 

512-203-6288 

jamesmichaeltrainer@gmail.com 

Aimee Mackovic is a poet and professor of English currently living in the northern California mountains after a heart and liver transplant in 2019. Her work has appeared in journals such as Main Street Rag, Gravel, and Shark Reef, among others. She was the featured poet of Issue 9 of UCity Review. Her chapbooks include Potpourri and Dearly Beloved: the Prince poems. Her debut collection, Love Junky, was released in October 2017. In Love Junky, she explores being female through the lenses of sister, daughter, lover, medical patient and friend. Her new book, Headlines, is forthcoming from dancing girl press. Obsessions include traveling, buying books at used book stores, Prince, the color purple, and Broadway musical soundtracks. She also writes a travel blog at aroundtheworldwithaimee.com. All books available on Amazon! 

Christia Madacsi Hoffman is a writer by trade and a poet by nature. Christia is the unidentified writer behind countless brands, websites and marketing campaigns, and the known author of two poetry collections, Intent and Everyday Courage. She’s known to shed joyful tears over good food. 

Jim Trainer is a poet, publisher, writer and performer. He has blogged weekly at Going For the Throat for over a decade, penned a monthly column at Into The Void magazine and writes biweekly at OATMILK&COLDINSTANT. As a proponent of personal journalism Trainer reports on the inner life while writing about recovery, mental health and the creative process. Trainer publishes one collection of poetry, and sometimes prose, every year through Yellow Lark Press. STRIDE is his 8th. Trainer is the progenitor of Stand Up Tragedy™ and performs regularly throughout the world.

𝑆𝑈𝐵𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸, 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 8𝑇𝐻 𝐹𝑈𝐿𝐿-𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐺𝑇𝐻 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌, 𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐴𝑉𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸 𝐴𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅.𝑁𝐸𝑇

𝑆𝑈𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝐽𝑂𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑀 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑆, 2 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀𝑆 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐻, 𝐿𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐴 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾𝐿𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑈𝑀𝑁

MEMO FROM THE CREMATORIUM DESK

In Uncategorized on November 22, 2022 at 8:55 am

The following newsletter appeared, along with Jim Trainer’s Poem Of The Week, in a mailer sent to over 800 recipients yesterday. Sign up here to receive an original poem in your inbox every Monday.

As hard as I can be on myself, and I can be merciless, my art always seems to boil down to a gauge of personal growth.  This week’s poem is a great example of the need to tell it, as is, and let the chips fall where they may. I have been stuck in a bind of crippling depression as the end approaches.  Pick your end, Good Subscriber, but my point is between ecological collapse, imminent fascism and deteriorating mental health—what is the difference?  That is to say I’m in bad shape but mostly cannot find a reason to want to improve or feel better anyway.  I suppose if your worldview is more optimistic you’d have to stop reading, and I wouldn’t fault you for it.  All of this is to say that I am clinically depressed and the only help I’ll be able to receive would have to come from someone walking the walk with their eyes open, i.e. can plainly see the crumbling dissolution of the world order but strives to get well anyway.  This is all a long-winded way to say that I am not ok, and I shouldn’t think you are either.  My journey doesn’t end where this week’s poem suggests it will but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel hopeless and suicidal most of the time.

You can get help by reaching out to Your Poet anytime, and we’ll talk it through.  Of course there are other channels and your suicide prevention hotline is only 3 digits away (988).  There is probably a meeting for Alcoholics Anonymous in a major city near you and anyway there is someone waiting to talk with you just a phone call away.  can’t see a way out but it seems to me, and as a poet especially, to pretend I feel any other way, or at least profess to in writing, would be the worst thing I could do.  That is, short of killing myself.   

That said, I’ve been running a small press with these devils at my heels since 2015.  The next 3 collections of mine on the Yellow Lark Press roster will come to press, solicited to you Good Reader and supported by my yearly and bi-yearly jaunts to each coast and this year, even the chitlin circuit of Texas and deep south—regardless of how I feel.  First up is ’22’s release, an anthology of “The Coarse Grind,” my monthly column on the creative life, written over 3 years for Into The Void magazine.  This project will coincide with my efforts to build an archive, because you never know, and I hope to include letters and other ephemera, from the years I spent driving a truck and finding for meaningful employment in a post-Trump America, in the anthology.

​​I will be seeking help and this week’s poem falls in line with those efforts.  Originally titled “One For Them,” I figured I’d continue granting you the 4-walls down access that has odiously become my brand over the years.  I’m posting at Going For the Throat again, for funsies, and workshopping a column I’ll be pitching to the mags on mid-life and mental health.  As per usual I am asking you for your support on Patreon, where you can join a growing readership of OATMILK&COLD INSTANT, a biweekly column, plus live readings of original poetry and song.  There is a sliding scale of support that you can offer, anywhere from $1-$125, but the most important thing is that I’ll know you’re there. 

It is my great hope as a poet that the end of things will not spare the cheapness and misery of this age, which includes a social media that has rendered the hot medium of the internet piss-warm.

Please join us.

Yours,
TRAINER
AUSTIN TX

𝑆𝑈𝐵𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸, 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 8𝑇𝐻 𝐹𝑈𝐿𝐿-𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐺𝑇𝐻 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌, 𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐴𝑉𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸 𝐴𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅.𝑁𝐸𝑇

𝑆𝑈𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝐽𝑂𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑀 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑆, 2 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀𝑆 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐻, 𝐿𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐴 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾𝐿𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑈𝑀𝑁

Shrieks of Paradise, Correspondence&Rails#65: For Poors

In Uncategorized on November 15, 2022 at 10:47 am

Hello My Precious Fellow,

I am a poet mostly write on social issues, some of my verses are,

For Poors:

For Those Who Spread Hatered In The Name Of God:

from STRIDE and available at jimtrainer.net

For Women Empowerment:

from All in the wind

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𝑆𝑈𝐵𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸, 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 8𝑇𝐻 𝐹𝑈𝐿𝐿-𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐺𝑇𝐻 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌, 𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐴𝑉𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸 𝐴𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅.𝑁𝐸𝑇

𝑆𝑈𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝐽𝑂𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑀 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑆, 2 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀𝑆 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐻, 𝐿𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐴 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾𝐿𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑈𝑀𝑁

YOU’RE JUST THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS BUT IT SEEMS MY DREAMS NEVER COME TRUE

In Uncategorized on November 8, 2022 at 9:56 am

Last night I dreamed that you and I met in Poughkeepsie.  I was exhausted so before we went out, we lay down in a tent and made a little love (I’m not quoting classic rock—we didn’t go all the way but were mostly naked). You looked great.  I worried that it was too soon. We should’ve waited but you looked great naked and felt good too, for the rest of the dream.  Blazing the craziest pot. It was so icky I passed it to some square who wasn’t even in our circle, fishing down on the dock with his square buds, and he gave it right back. That could’ve been embarrassing but you watched on and I never felt embarrassed.  There was a kid there, a fan, told him we should play a show there sometime, good vibes between me and the kid. I don’t know where you got off to but I was walking down the street with my shirtsleeves rolled up and a wad of cash.  Guy asked if I wanted to buy a Chevy Nova for $100 and I did, sight unseen, but spent the rest of the dream looking for it, even put “Chevy Nova” into Maps, and wondered if I was a sucker though I wasn’t that concerned.

𝑆𝑈𝐵𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸, 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 8𝑇𝐻 𝐹𝑈𝐿𝐿-𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐺𝑇𝐻 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌, 𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐴𝑉𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸 𝐴𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅.𝑁𝐸𝑇

𝑆𝑈𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝐽𝑂𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑀 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑆, 2 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀𝑆 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐻, 𝐿𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐴 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾𝐿𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑈𝑀𝑁

YOU GET SO ALONE

In Uncategorized on November 1, 2022 at 9:58 am

Met up in Yoga. An align class. Were at Brew&Brew for cortadoes after.
“So how’s it been.”
“Better Brother X.”
“Going to meetings?”
“Eh.”
“Yeah?”
“Had a hot date this weekend. Did LOADS of laundry. Hired a cleaning lady!”
“No shit.”
“Through an app. Put the job up, said it was 3 hours. 2 hours in, I’m at Little Brother’s. Feeding Else. Says she’s about done. ‘You vacuum?’ I ask her. She doesn’t answer. Would’ve grabbed Little Brother’s vac—been borrowing it for 3 years but I didn’t. Get to my apartment. Said she only booked 2 and her vac burned out. So I go back to Little Brother’s. Get his vac. Give Else a rub. Stop at HEB. Get a steak, potatoes, oven cleaner, hot mango, nuts, juice coffee and bubbly. Throw EVERYTHING in the bedroom closet. I’m doing laundry around the clock. She bailed.”
“Aw.”
“Yeah. So I text this gargantuan bitch. Tall. Been on her for years. We kissed back at the tail end of my drinking. But that’s it. She doesn’t respond. Text reading-girl. ‘Who is this?,’ after giving her number to her friend to give me. Ask her out. Takes 9 hours to get back to me. Says she’s got a kidney infection.”
“What.”
“Yeah. Go to bed late. Eat all the chocolate I bought for my date. The steak, potatoes, mushrooms, broccoli. Fall asleep watching this fucking show. Hospital drama. One of the nurses, she’s sleeping with the ghost of her former lover. He died of complications from a heart transplant. She’s having sex with him in the next room while her boyfriend’s there. I guess he’s there the ghost, I guess he’s there to take her to the other side.”
“Lol.”
“Yeah.”
“So…nothin?”
“Nothin. Do my caregiving shift the next day. 72. Parkinson’s. The sweetest. I massage him. Rub him down. He used to be a runner so he’s in good shape but way too thin.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah. Come home and eat the rest of the steak and chocolate. The nurse figures out he’s there for her. She’s got melanoma. Stage 4.”
“Lol.”
“Yeah.”
We watched the people. In Yoga pants with their dogs and lives.
“It’ll change your life.”
“I know.”
“I promise.”
“I know. I wanna work in recovery so I need to get back. I just couldn’t relate.”
“There’s tons of meetings.”
“I know. Need to get in shape. Stop smoking. Get back out on the road. I just. Come back from tour and I feel like a person.”
“You love it.”
“I do. So I’m watching this show and a thunderstorm rolls in. Hank’s at the glass doors and I melt. I’m not lonely. I’m good.”
“Hanky boy!”
“HANKY BOY! Neighbor Dan texts me. ‘He there?’ Best cat in the world. We’re Hank’s two dads.”
“Lol.”
“Yeah.”

𝑆𝑈𝐵𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸, 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 8𝑇𝐻 𝐹𝑈𝐿𝐿-𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐺𝑇𝐻 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌, 𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐴𝑉𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸 𝐴𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅.𝑁𝐸𝑇

𝑆𝑈𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝐽𝑂𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑀 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑆, 2 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀𝑆 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐻, 𝐿𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐴 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾𝐿𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑈𝑀𝑁

NOTHING LEFT TO BURN AND NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE

In Uncategorized on October 25, 2022 at 7:42 am
as tough as I was
I crumbled
on the ICU floor
as much as he loomed
so large and unforgiving
only laid out,
looking bad except for his dignity
which is mostly what I remember
about him
on that day,
this man who couldn’t give
me what he never got himself
he looked like an eagle
lying there
he would’ve liked that
a bird in mid-flight
the gray in his hair
like silver in his wings
his broad face and broke Irish nose
his proud jaw set
flying up into the greatest sky
against the wind.

𝑆𝑈𝐵𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸, 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 8𝑇𝐻 𝐹𝑈𝐿𝐿-𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐺𝑇𝐻 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌, 𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐴𝑉𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸 𝐴𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅.𝑁𝐸𝑇

𝑆𝑈𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝐽𝑂𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑀 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑆, 2 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀𝑆 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐻, 𝐿𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐴 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾𝐿𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑈𝑀𝑁

THANK YOU

In Uncategorized on October 19, 2022 at 9:04 am

𝑆𝑈𝐵𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸, 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 8𝑇𝐻 𝐹𝑈𝐿𝐿-𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐺𝑇𝐻 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌, 𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐴𝑉𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸 𝐴𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅.𝑁𝐸𝑇

𝑆𝑈𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝐽𝑂𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑀 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑆, 2 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀𝑆 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐻, 𝐿𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐴 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾𝐿𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑈𝑀𝑁

NOT A BOOK RELEASE

In Uncategorized on October 11, 2022 at 1:37 pm

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸, 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 8𝑇𝐻 𝐹𝑈𝐿𝐿-𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐺𝑇𝐻 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝐿𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌, 𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐴𝑉𝐴𝐼𝐿𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸 𝐴𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅.𝑁𝐸𝑇

𝑆𝑈𝑃𝑃𝑂𝑅𝑇 𝐽𝐼𝑀 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑅’𝑆 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝐽𝑂𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑀 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑆𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆 𝑂𝐹 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑆, 2 𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑀𝑆 𝐴 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐻, 𝐿𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐴 𝑊𝐸𝐸𝐾𝐿𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐿𝑈𝑀𝑁

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE, The Unofficial Release of Jim Trainer’s STRIDE

In Uncategorized on October 4, 2022 at 9:49 am

Jim Trainer, Poet

PRESS RELEASE

Contact: Jim Trainer

Phone: 512-203-6288

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE 

10/17/22

NOT A BOOK RELEASE-AN EVENING OF POETRY AND THE SPOKEN WORD WITH JIM TRAINER-ON OCTOBER 17 AT CAVANAUGH’S HEADHOUSE SQUARE

Poet, publisher and performer Jim Trainer will not be releasing his 8th collection of poetry, STRIDE (Yellow Lark Press) with a reading featuring luminaries of the Philadelphia spoken word community.  Copies of STRIDE will be available however, along with a limited edition and letterpressed broadside of his poem “RECURRENT” (shared below).  Trainer will bring his Standup Tragedy™ to Philadelphia on October 17.  But it’s not a book release.

“Fuck it.”  Trainer says, instead of putting on the perfect send up for his latest collection.
“Me and my friends are gonna tell it, in an old bar with bad lighting.”  The informal gathering will take place upstairs at Cavanaugh’s in historic Headhouse Square. 

Trainer will be joined by poet preacher Charlie O’Hay (Far from Luck), street slinger Butch Hamaday (Drink In The Palace Light) and matron mama Maleka Fruean (Germantown Info Hub) for a show consisting of poetry, storytelling and dark humor.

“It’s not about the ha-has,” Trainer says of his Stand Up Tragedy, “but sometimes all you can do is laugh.”  As a personal journalist at Going For the Throat and Into The Void magazine Trainer has spent over a decade chronicling the inner life of a creative, and documenting the travails of a shift worker and “romantic nihilist” trying to “stay in walls” and continue writing in peace.  His storytelling is a “least factual, most accurate” account of an artist trying to make it in the end of times. 

He’s released collections of his street poetry every year since 2015 through Yellow Lark Press.  His matter of fact delivery sounds unrehearsed, with turns of phrase and tips-of-the-hat to plainspoken poets Philip Levine, Charles Bukowski and Billy Collins. 

Join Jim Trainer in not celebrating the release of STRIDE, his 8th collection of poetry, at Cavanaugh’s Headhouse Square on October 17 at 7P.M. ET.

RSVP:
https://www.jimtrainer.net/notabookrelease



For more information:
Jim Trainer
512-203-6288
jamesmichaeltrainer@gmail.com

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Jim Trainer is a poet, publisher, writer and performer.  He has blogged weekly at Going For the Throat for over a decade, penned a monthly column at Into The Void and contributes to Music, Movies&Hoops.  As a proponent of personal journalism Trainer reports on the inner life while writing about recovery, mental health and the creative process.  Trainer publishes one collection of poetry, and sometimes prose, every year through Yellow Lark PressSTRIDE is his 8th.  Trainer is the progenitor of Stand Up Tragedy™ and performs regularly throughout the world.

Poet and photographer Charlie O’Hay’s poems have appeared in over 100 journals, including Mudfish, West Branch, Painted Bride Quarterly, Cortland Review, Gargoyle and The New York Quarterly. He is the recipient of a 1995 Fellowship in Poetry from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts.  Far from Luck (Lucky Bat Books) is his first collection of poems and photographs. His second book, Smoking In Elevators was published by Lucky Bat in December 2014.  Since 2010, Charlie’s ongoing photo series Everyone Has a Name has shared images and stories of the homeless in Center City Philadelphia to promote understanding, dignity, and an end to homelessness in America.

Butch Hamaday is an aging punk, ex-hardcore kid and street poet  living in Baltimore town, Maryland.  Originally from Philadelphia, he has traveled America, sometimes by thumb, writing and working jobs most people don’t want.  Drink In The Palace Light, his debut collection of poetry, was released this year through Deep Field Press. When he isn’t writing he is busy making clandestine plans for the revolution with his 11 and 13-year old.

Maleka Fruean is a mama, writer, journalist, and community organizer based out of Philadelphia. She writes about unexpected joys, cumulative grief, and identity-hiding-in-kitchen-closets kind of things. She sees how stories and poetry, both in fictional and non-fictional ways, can bring us to where our  different human truths intersect. 

Jim Trainer
512-203-6288
jamesmichaeltrainer@gmail.com


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THANK YOU

In Uncategorized on September 27, 2022 at 7:45 pm

…without you my address would be the wind…

STRIDE, JIM TRAINER’S 8TH FULL-LENGTH COLLECTION OF POETRY, NOW AVAILABLE AT JIMTRAINER.NET

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