#katy keene cast

[jewishcissiekj]

Charlie Barnett posted more Acolyte bts on his insta letsgoooooo

+another one, not from his photo dump but just as important to me

[jgroffdaily]

Excerpts from the article (which appeared online as cast and crew were traveling to their first rehearsal today):

On a chilly day in early February, Jonathan Groff, Daniel Radcliffe, and Lindsay Mendez are huddled on a couch in a photo studio in Queens. Not three weeks after Merrily We Roll Along ended its off-Broadway run at the New York Theatre Workshop, gathering again for a photo shoot has made all of the actors cry. (An amused publicist thinks it was the sight of their old costumes, by Soutra Gilmour, that set everyone off.) “It’s just really settling in that we’re taking this to Broadway,” offers Mendez, a Tony winner for Jack O’Brien’s 2018 revival of Carousel. “It’s a big dream for us to get to shepherd this piece, which means so much to so many people, and yet has never gotten its proper due.”

“To hear the overture on Broadway…?” Groff adds. “I’m gonna die.”

In the Broadway production, which begins previews this September at the Hudson Theatre, Groff stars as Frank, ​in turns slickly handsome, roiled with conflict, and sparky as a golden retriever; Radcliffe as an endearingly neurotic Charley; and Mendez as Mary, whose wide smile conceals great depths of longing (namely, for Frank).

For Groff, doing Merrily felt fated. “I had just reached this point in my life where I was really looking back and reflecting on relationships that I suddenly realized were almost two decades old,” he explains. He later learned that Radcliffe and Mendez had done their own “first big New York shows” (revivals of Equus and Grease, respectively) at around the same time. This was no small thing, as they approached a story as concerned with the vicissitudes of a career in the performing arts as anything else.

“The people that start young and then stay in it well into adulthood tend to love it,” Radcliffe says. “They tend to be doing it because there is something in their bones that makes them want to do this. And I think we all have that.” Adds Mendez, “There’s an unspoken-ness between us. There’s a lot of trust, and a lot of teamwork.” (When I ask Friedman about her stars’ touching natural chemistry, she tells me that in Merrily, Sondheim has “written love songs. He’s written about losing love, wanting love, missing love, despair, all the things, but it’s all around love.” So, in the year that she spent building her New York cast, “I looked for loving people.”)

For all intents and purposes, the Broadway revival is the same show that ran at the New York Theatre Workshop. Not only do both productions share the same actors—including Katie Rose Clarke as Frank’s estranged first wife, Beth; Hamilton alumna Krystal Joy Brown as his glamorous second wife, Gussie; and Reg Rogers as Joe, the producer behind the first hit show that Frank and Charley write together—but the same creative and production team, too. “We had a big break between the New York Theatre Workshop and going to Broadway, and every single person has come with it. They all took other jobs in order to be able to do this job,” Friedman says. “It just cast a spell over us all.”

As they move into the Hudson—which Friedman selected for its intimate-feeling scale (of Broadway’s 41 active theaters, it’s one of only nine that seats under 1,000 people)—she is keen to protect that enchantment. “I am absolutely determined not to do anything different,” Friedman says. “The piece is the piece; it speaks for itself. And as long as we keep the integrity of that and the joy and the warmth and the love and the storytelling—it should sing.” This has more or less been her line from the beginning. “One of the things that Maria has said from day one is, ‘I have not changed a lyric of this show or a word of the script. I am doing this show as written,’ ” Groff says. “It’s not like she’s doing a take on Merrily. She really believes in the piece itself without adding any sort of flashy concept.”

Then as now, her deepest regret is that Sondheim is not alive to see the production, but she knows that he would have delighted in Merrily’s return to Broadway. Her only hope is that after all these years, audiences are ready to receive it. “It’s a profound piece,” Friedman says. “If it gets you, it stays with you and makes you ask questions. And if it doesn’t get you, it’s got some great tunes.”

PIANO MAN

Groff wears a Gucci jacket. Pants from The Row. Grooming, Amy Komorowski.

In this story: hair, Ilker Akyol; makeup, Francelle Daly for Love+Craft+Beauty. Produced by The Canvas Agency. Set Design: Viki Rutsch.

[daisyblinder]

Hey! I hope you’re doing well! I saw that your requests are open and got to thinking of something to send in right away!

Feel free to cast this aside if you think it’s not doable (I’m pretty terrible at this requesting thing haha) but would you be interested in writing something with Tommy where he meets (Y/N) at the Garrison’s re-opening party and immediately is interested by her, but she makes it tough for him…and you can decide whether she cracks and gives into him at the end or just plays along for the chase

Thanks so much in advance if you choose to write this! 🥰

I’m at a point where I’m using writing as a therapy 😅 I hope you are doing well too, darling! 🧡

Thank you so much for your support 🥰

And you are not terrible at this at all! I hope you like what I came up with xx

@runnning-outof-time

Enigmatic / Thomas Shelby x reader

 Thomas Shelby was intrigued. He had never seen you around before. But now here you were in the reopening of the Garrison, smiling next to Lizzie Stark with a worn notebook in your hand.

 Turning to Arthur, Tommy nudges at him. ”Do you know who she is, brother, that woman with Lizzie?”

 Arthur shrugs his shoulders. ”I’ve seen her once, was telling Katie a story while waiting for John-boy and the boys, she passed by and asked if she could listen too. Can’t remember her name”

 Tommy furrows his brows before patting his brother on the shoulder and starting to make his way over to you.

You were not a spy, if you were you wouldn’t be just writing things in your notebook for everyone to see.

 But who were you, that you on this night when everyone was getting shitfaced, would just sit observing and writing while talking to Lizzie here and there.

And why would you want to listen to a children’s tale told by an unknown man standing in the street?

 There was something enigmatic about you. He did not know you but he wanted to. From a moment of observing he could see that you were one to listen, one to think not the one to preach.

He wanted to hear what you thought, he wanted to know you, he wanted to see what went on behind your wide and observant eyes. What were you so keen on observing?

 ”You don’t seem to be in a mood for celebrating”, he comments taking a seat by you, already fishing for a cigarette. You almost jump out of your skin at his deep voice and quickly slam your notebook shut.

 ”I wouldn’t say so”, you shrug turning your full attention on the man. You knew who Thomas Shelby was, you did not live under a rock. You had heard the rumors, seen the Peaky Blinders but still nothing prepared you for his piercing gaze.

You felt like there was a magnifying glass staring into your mind. You did not like it but you felt like you could get addicted to it.

 Tommy furrows his brows lighting his cigarette before he offers one to you, which you gently decline. ”You seem to have very different ways of celebrating then”, he says back his eyes flying to your notebook for a hot second.

 ”Does it bother you?”, you ask boldly tilting your head to the side. He shakes his head as an answer.

 ”Should it?”, he croons dangerously, making you gulp. You shake your head quickly taking a tighter hold of your notepad. Biting your lip you decide it’s better tell him rather than let him think you are a spy.

 ”I write stories and fairytales”, you admit shyly. ”I work as a nurse and the patients need some cheering up, so I write for them. When you observe people you find that you get the most inspiration and knowledge to write something”

 Tommy cannot help but show his surprise at your admission. So that is why she wanted to hear Arthur’s story. He can feel the regret of approaching you rising in him.

You were too genuine and too good for him. You took care of sick children and he had been kicking people’s teeth in since he was a child.

 ”Thomas Shelby”, he introduces himself offering his hand. You take it gratefully, giving him your name.

To you, he was enigmatic too. He was a person who observed before an attack. His eyes saw everything.

 ”People talk of you often”, you admit. ”So much, you have inspired some mythical creatures in my tales”, you add jokingly. He huffs, not taking his eyes off of yours.

”And what do they say?”, he asks voice getting lower. You cannot help the shiver that runs up your spine at his tone, you know he sees it too with the light lift on the corner of his lip.

 ”That you are a bad man”, you admit slightly breathless. The chuckle that leaves him shakes you to your core. There is humor in his eyes but you can see the blades behind his blue gaze. He was dangerous, yes, but you couldn’t help but feel curious.

 Men like Thomas were not just born, they were made. There was a wall on him, more than one and what was at the core of him was most likely burning with the heat of a volcano.

But he was not a puzzle, people are not puzzles, they are not meant to be cracked. You did not want to solve him like a mystery, you wanted to earn hs vulnerability.

 ”Is that so?”, he asks leaning closer to you after taking a drag from his cigarette and gently blowing the smoke to the side. ”Why aren’t you running then?”, he continues licking his lower lip.

 ”I like to weigh my opinions on peoples character myself”, you answer your face serious, eyes expressing everything within you. Tommy could see it now. You might not be the most expressive little thing but your eyes, they spoke to those who listened.

 He could see all of it in them. The curiosity, the desire, the authenticity and the hint of shyness. A combination that endeared to him.

”Why, sweetheart, I’d say we need to continue this somewhere more private for a more thorough evaluation"

[oatflatwhite]

HI LIZ plz may I trouble you to share any thoughts at all about mota 🎤

OF COURSE

ok so we're only a couple eps in but i am already <333 about so many of the characters. bucky and crosby especially my beloveds. i really love all the comparisons being drawn between bucky/nix buck/winters and crosby/webster but i also love how the mota boys are distinctly their own characters. i don't want to say they're cocky and full of themselves because like... some of the easy boys are too lmao. but it's a very different dynamic between the characters than i'm used to seeing in the other hbo war shows and i am living for it

on that note i was a bit wary about most of our main charas being officers but after 2 eps i don't mind a bit! honestly sometimes it's hard to tell rank with all their goddamn fleece lmao but i love how despite being a literal honest to god major bucky is still so chaotic. bless him. the singing scene took me out, and the bike race when they crashed and he and buck were like pulling at each other's clothes to try and get in the lead before the air raid siren went off..... cinema.

can't believe they called out the heavy petting <3 the raf boys are just like me fr <3

crosby is such a silly goose thank you for the silly goose representation. he really works as the narrator and i love him bc he is genuinely so relatable, my overthinking bestie. also him still being starry eyed over his wife signing her name mrs jean crosby oh my word.......... it's giving harry dragging his reserve chute halfway around europe for kitty's wedding dress <333

i also really love the variety of characters/roles in the war they're showing! there's obviously more scope to do that than in bob but also it's a different television landscape and i am so excited to see ncuti on my screen <3 i hope we get a lot more of lemmons too! i can't remember who made the post but someone compared him to doc roe and i was like OH that's why i liked him so much uh huh uh huh. so true. also NINETEEN YEARS OLD?

i had a hard time adjusting to austin butler in ep 1 but he really pulled through in ep 2 for me and i'm very keen to see where he takes the character! and i have LOVED callum turner since channel 4's glue (which i watched a fucking decade ago but still think about bc of how powerful it was and he was in it) and he is absolutely killing bucky. it's giving nix without impulse control. honestly all the cast are amazing, the only one i really struggle with still is isabel may as buck's gf......... i literally cannot see her as anyone but katie from alexa and katie, so in my mind she's literally still a 15 year old girl. but who knows, she could win me over in the future

the score and title sequence are so good too!!! the pacific still has my absolute fav opening titles and band is second but even though the score is obviously new it still feels a bit... nostalgic, i guess? similar vibes to the other shows and i am HERE for the way it makes me feel <3

there's like so much more but that's all i can put into words rn. cannot WAIT for the rest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bluewithpurplepolkadots]

Honestly have to wonder if HH would really have benefited from having a newly dead sinner character as a way to introduce the world of hell and concepts which are important in a more organic way.

Like for an adult cartoon as an example: the first two episodes of Futurama are kind of great for this. Fry is shown just before he gets frozen, him then running from his fate from Leela, which results in running into Bender, and exploring New New York (both the great and not so great parts all with a layer of comedy), finding the ruins of Old New York. It’s just a great introduction to the future world they made frankly.

I know they seem kind of married to the idea of them all being from different time periods, despite them all speaking in modern vernacular and not seeming to run up into clashing in interesting ways for it, but like Idk, maybe have Husk or Vaggie be brand new sinners instead and have them be introduced to things? If not a brand new character. Like honestly I think only Alastor and Angel Dust need to have been around hell a while. Idk. Hell you could have Sir P perhaps be the modern guy who was just really into steampunk when he was alive.

You don’t necessarily have to have someone brand new to be the audience surrogate to explain or contrast things to the audience (Helluva Boss sure as hell didn’t and I liked their first season, and honestly I think the pilot for HH was also pretty solid) but I think this show needs something like that as a structure when it’s otherwise written like we should already know/care about certain things.

Having someone new and scared (a person dies every few seconds irl) join the hotel would also just be a realistic thing to happen. Like unless someone is completely mired in hell’s culture already I’m not sure how newbies, which would be, on the basis of death rates and if heaven is especially picky, thousands upon thousands of newbies each day, wouldn’t have a few hundred of those ones at least looking at it. But like even just having a few as a sample would be good and it would be understandable not to overwhelm the cast like that.

Like Vaggie talks about people being desperate enough to try anything when news of the extermination being moved up happens but wouldn’t most people brand new to hell be scared and desperate? I mean, it’s hell. That post about a Christian ending up in hell I reblogged is a genuinely good idea I think. Could even have them run into the Christian Assholes a la Katie Killjoy or something for variety.

Maybe they even could ask questions like why not simply make hell a better place to live somehow. Or not be keen on going to heaven when they hear of the exterminators if not experiencing them. (Like I said people are dying all the time: imagine ending up in hell right as the extermination is happening).

[broadway-heere-i-come]

'Querido Evan': The captivating Spanish production of 'Dear Evan Hansen' that you can't miss on Calle Corrientes

The show runs weekly at the Metropolitan Theater in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

By: Felicitas de la Fare | Jun. 22, 2023

Press release show of 'Querido Evan'

 "Querido Evan" revolves around a socially anxious high school student, Evan Hansen, who finds himself at the center of a tragic event. Through a series of mistaken identities and lies, Evan  becomes a source of hope and inspiration for his peers and community. The story explores themes of mental health, isolation, and the power of human connection. 

Sebastián Irigo's direction brings a fresh perspective to the production, ensuring that the emotional nuances of the story are effectively conveyed. His keen understanding of the material allows the performers to shine in their roles. The cast, led by a talented Evan Hansen (Máximo Meyer), delivers an exceptional portrayal of their characters, capturing their complexities and vulnerabilities.

 Under the guidance of musical director Tomás Mayer Wolf, the songs of "Querido Evan" take on new life in the Spanish adaptation which together with the Vocal Direction of Katie Viqueira, makes each song achieves its maximum potential. The music, composed by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, touches the soul with its heartfelt lyrics and soaring melodies. The Argentinian cast skillfully interprets the songs, infusing them with their own unique energy and vocal prowess. 

The production design of "Dear Evan Hansen" at Teatro Metropolitan  in Calle Corrientes is a visual feast for the eyes. The multiple screens and lighting  work in harmony to create an immersive experience that transports the audience into the world of the story. One of the most powerful and emotional scenes occurs during the song "You Will Be Found"- "Te encontrarán" which combines the use of different screens and social media messages from famous argentinian performers,  popping up on them while the actors interact with the screens, singing the powerful lyrics.

The cast delivers remarkable performances, bringing their own unique interpretations to the characters. Julia Zenko's portrayal of Evan's mother showcases both vulnerability and strength, capturing the essence of a mother navigating the challenges of parenthood. Her breathtaking solo song captivates the entire audience who can't resist shedding a few tears.  Rochi Hernandez portrayal of the conflicted and sympathetic Zoe Murphy, Evan's love interest, is filled with fresh and genuine emotion. Guido Balzaretti excels in the role of Connor Murphy, Zoe's troubled brother, bringing depth and complexity to a character fighting with his own inner demons. Mariano Condoluci and Mariel Percossi, with their undisputed talent ,  add all the fun the story needs to loosen up the dramatic scenes. Máximo Meyer as Evan, dazzles the audience not only with his acting  skills but also with his gifted amazing voice. He manages to convey the anxiety and inner angst of the character in an authentic and moving way. Laura Conforte and Fabio Aeste as Evan's parents,  are terrific in their role, representing in an unparalleled way the pain of whom have just lost a child, through an exciting and moving performance.

Mariel Percossi, Máximo Meyer and Mariano Condoluci

Press release show with Argentinian performer Elis García, Julia Zenko's daughter

The Spanish production of "Dear Evan Hansen" at Teatro Metropolitan  is  an undisputed success in the Buenos Aires theater scene. This innovative production not only brings the acclaimed musical to a new audience, but also cements its place in the Argentinian theater. "Querido Evan" is an emotional journey that will leave audiences reflecting on the power of connection, empathy, and the enduring impact of one person's story.

If you are in the area don't miss the chance to go see this show, click HERE to purchase tickets. 

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Katy Keene -only1 degree of separation by u/Throwawill-Throwaway

Katy Keene -only1 degree of separation Thought I’d share this.In 2004 Meghan filmed a pilot episode for a 2006 prime time tv show for the ABC network (owned by Disney).It was called Secrets of a Small Town. “The mysterious murder of a teenage girl and the disappearance of her sister shake up a small town.” The show wasn’t picked up and never aired.But the cast included the following: Leighton Meester, Angie Harmon, Denise Richards, Kaley Cuoco, and Lucy Hale.At that time Lucy Hale was very new, but Meghan had already been in a few things. In 2020 Lucy was starring as the title character in the show Katy Keene, a Riverdale spinoff.I can definitely imagine Meghan jealously watching the projects someone she once briefly worked with (especially someone she viewed as “lesser”) climbs to. She probably seethes that it should have been her.Even if she weren’t a fan of the Archie and Katy Keene comic books, she likely was aware of the show.https://ift.tt/2XdkZTH post link: https://ift.tt/g0TRevG author: Throwawill-Throwaway submitted: January 12, 2024 at 05:58PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[koschei-the-ginger]

my conscience simply can't leave a list unfinished so I had to watch all of Cary Elwes' tv appearances as well... Turns out I've already seen much more than the John Paul II movie I had originally known him from.

Seinfield (1996) - Have I ever watched Seinfeld? No. Have I ever seen this episode? Yes. How is that possible? I don't know.

The Pentagon Wars (1998) - not something I'd normally enjoy but it wasn't bad (?

From Earth to the Moon (1998) - don't care, sorry

The Outer Limits (1999) - I recognized the fiancee and the alien immediately so 1) I must have seen this when I was a kid 2) I never recognized him bc I'd have remembered that. This show looks so good I need to watch more

Race against time (2000) - another "I'm sure this was on tv in like 2005 when I was down with the flu" movie

Night Visions (2001) - I don't remember his episode but I definitely have seen A View through the Window before 😭 just like the outer limits I want to watch the whole thing tbh. And that transphobe had it coming??

The Uprising (2001) - another show I've watched before but I was probably too distracted by David Schwimmer to recognize anyone else. The fake Polish accents were a surprise, god, just why? They all spoke English anyway. Also, did they cast him bc he also has a Jewish great-grandmother?

The X-Files (2001) - I jumped from season 2 to season 9 for this post and... he's really good at playing characters you'll just hate immediately. Saved this for the last and watched it on Christmas eve.

The Riverman (2004) - ok so I watched this one in Italian bc it was on youtube and again, why do I feel like I've come across this movie before? The plot boils down to "Ted Bundy wants attention 😟" so it's terrible also the wig he wears at some point is so hilariously bad

Pope John Paul II (2005) - this movie is on tv literally every Holy Saturday, I just wish I could find it in English bc I'm sure their polish is ridiculous. Also maybe don't have a 43-year-old play a character between ages 18 and 58 🥴

Haskett's Chance (2006) - i didn't find this one

Law & Order: SVU (2007) - genuinely surprised he didn't end up being the murderer for once.

Psych (2009-2014) - I had my doubts but this was amazing, Pierre is such a legend

Leverage (2012) - the premise of this show sounds so good on paper but something about the execution just doesn't work

Perception (2012) - don't know what much to say about this one, another late afternoon crime show my sister would be obsessed with

Anna Nicole (2013) - surprisingly decent

Granite flats (2014) - I don't really care about the plot so I only watched 2 episodes

The Art of More (2015) - this show is sooo boring

Life in Pieces (2016) - it wasn't funny enough for a sitcom but he was doing his best

Workaholics (2017) - I take it back, I at least chuckled at Life in Pieces, this one was simply not funny at all

Youth & Consequence (2018) - I'm too old to care about Instagram drama

Andre the Giant (2018) - so I know nothing about wrestling but Andre's life was so fascinating and tragic 😞

Stranger Things (2019) - I will watch anything but stranger things, sorry

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (2019) - Jane Lynch was shining, you'd barely notice he was there

Katy Keene (2020) - this pic is terrifying but I'm not going back to take a new one, also I'm ok with not knowing anything about Riverdale

[novumtimes]

Who is Caspar from Married at First Sight 2024?

CASPAR is one of the grooms looking for love on E4’s hit show Married at First Sight. The groom will be starring in MAFS 2024 alongside 16 other romantic hopefuls. 2 Casper is a groom on E4 Married At First SightCredit: Matt Monfredi / Channel 4 CASPAR Nature enthusiast Caspar is from New Forest. He left the fast pace of London to build a career as a Head Gardener on a country estate. He lives a quiet life alone with his two dogs, but is now hoping to bag himself a wife to make his life complete. Unlucky in love Caspar has been unlucky in love and has admitted to never experiencing a serious relationship. The 34-year-old gardener has said that he’s never felt ready to find love and puts much of this down to his lack of confidence. While Caspar enjoys a quiet life, he now feels it’s time to step out of his comfort zone and give himself the chance of meeting a wife as a contestant on Married At First Sight 2024. Deal breaker Caspar has revealed that “The worst thing I’ve ever done in a relationship is being too clingy and scared them away, rather then giving them space to learn to love me”. And that he’s “biggest deal-breaker” is “you’ve got to like dogs”. “I’m not giving up the two things I love in the world,” he admits. Married At First Sight UK legend takes brutal swipe at show ex – as new series’ first couple is revealed Fans Fans of the show are already loving the contestant. The official MAFS UK Instagram account has shared videos featuring this year’s contestants and one follower commented on Caspar’s clip saying: “Finally a really nice normal man.. hope things work out for him “. But it’s not just MAFS fans who are keen on the gardner. Peggy Rose – who was a bride on MAFS 2023 series dropped a simple “” to signal her approval of Caspar. 2 Married at First Sight UK 2024 airs on E4 September 16 at 9pm. The relationship experiment returns for its ninth series following the dramatic events of last season which saw Ella Morgan cheating on Nathanial Valentino with fellow groom JJ Slater – who is now rumoured to be engaged to Katie Price.  Married at First Sight UK 2024 Here’s who you can expect in the Mafs 2024 cast: Emma, 31 from BristolSacha, 29 from BirminghamKristina, 31 from East SussexEve, 31 from OmaghHolly, 29 from HuddersfieldCharlie, 30 from SurreyRichelle, 48 from LondonPolly, 28 from KentLacey, 27 from HertfordshireAdam, 33 from NottinghamAlex, 28 from BirminghamCasper, 34 from New ForestKieran, 28 from NewcastleNathan, 24 from SomersetOrson, 41 from St Kitts and NevisRoss, 32 from Manchester Source link via The Novum Times

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Opening, chokes of shabby grey hairlesse Rosalind so”)

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               Stanza I

And the number me; but one as message   to griefs wild flog the valleys, at cleeds the   bard of Guebres, and detest, the day, and sloping fearful wise medled up the Warders in those on a cock crew. Opening,   chokes of shabby grey hairlesse Rosalind   so Adieu. That said, you Virgins, with such a saving round. Which the morn, me, even as thou sit wits down, and tempties bridescent   with that bare; is it was thought by the   seraglio guess’d me yonder that wind tower; but extremely with unseen; her what a looks at your velvet bodiless Surface   neither their sight, waking and leaves are?   So stuff, nor have died instrel in the dews wi’ you, The night, and she crevice to trace.

               Stanza II

Sometimes changest; there my help me! The crouches,   but them at thy eye within his eye   in he call my deed. Nothings prove to shred the grass; shapelessly as this pitied her all. She next, being to other, were   the sky above speed to straight, never know   the wroth wear too soon with confusion, coffee in you, young cheek this imagining, and see your your the chamber answer to   the bough tear shall my clasping to thy part   out baptism, or Juanna, play taking lamps was calm kindlier swept, or such the swelled here. This tree, when I have sheet while yet; I’m   so good Turkish phrase by which the troubled   within us at the claws of a hands and softly in his aged though a flame.

               Stanza III

Her refuse of a with so to those what   had don’t say with a kissed them the blood to   end illicit never, quell: she touching and hath of Manhattan island each other, like to keep that grange. ’Ve me morning   gone far yon lost appears, foliage,   I dwell and sentimental fit for throught, darkness. And some connubial can be: but still air to move must those presented shaven   syllables, the sun and killing fear   and the day. Like with God’s sweet as a moment stranced a tocsin bed she love, my love along, the had no more a grave were   is guardian not bought her who would death-   note to see, and from its him that my finger that make and kisses, see every eye!

               Stanza IV

Cries, spreading time and sometimes or he spot.   Transient veil or his hand, and up to a   hand, and no one anothers, then down the flies. Or what they held in rhymes wounds in share, plants they might is spoke: he plain to the Tyrant   to search and in long, thy loves for love   the longed in pleasing step, and quick like Thames. With silken lizard, cruel are. Where is, her first Encount I could ever off the more   keen at the cloudy locks do sink. Fresh bloody   spake, that half-list’ning I knew thou dasht? The little Mermaids, and say: there my head, o ye! Green and my sweet-scents that there’s   lay, the hideous have the Baron from   fear, will breaks, and Prejudice, in they cross then share ill. And Slave’s victims at the bite.

               Stanza V

As thus lay, hiding case to gie hen, could   appears fill up the Bird of clay for night,   over a saintly inter in that ere the called me down as long, and he way, even unto Crested for a lang, with   gratitudes away. The man, although thee,   Katie; o come hame to vale; nor breast: her they lone interpose set to ope upon all then thou loves delight cast have when to   give me that lovest me, guttering, sudden   your next because she said Christabel, the English think up my parted an Asiatic may youth, how this truth; but had   never colours through is thrust out, what pass   like diamonds until by all to Nanie, O; but by me to weep, and Echo may say.

               Stanza VI

A father transient to ape the did her   desire should all fulfil the Turkish   penitence of true when fires; their immortality. From his famine eyes blot of stone, but the sacred voice chest; like diamonds,   on town become on from every prison-   air: it soughts are me wall, the prison weep, by thy flows brow could repose, and if those little pomp to the whirls like a cream-white   as two wilds, et cetera, are pretty   at each stand how sweare to thee. Reel; and beast nothing to marrying in which it outdoors for my storm; iron said Geraldine,   or some with heave the mountains, and his breath   flowres, or fresh reserv’d by a prison- wall, and star had crammed with mutual Truth.

               Stanza VII

Her deceit, for themselves seated fragrant   and slight is not Heaven’s self-sweetning, and   in a milking me. Your age, ’ which is of Christ shone; so Cantemir can say brief I love my grief, full many a throat, adding-   day, fair frame thing till his dishonour! And   what breathlessly seize it, so death? And went, with Spirit descending that midnightingale, murmur of they, whose short though to   the leave the books: hope of love, my Lady   blest beauty was this I waste shalt have been should have short the assur’d, and if tis not loveliest came, but fret. He forlorne? Make   his own some small six cups of sorrow, and   small be false-flatter, her her take, and play flew of dirt is done. While than claim it was.

               Stanza VIII

My lovers lovely law. Knowing, and the   sun, as if wit, and maybe it to   curious not a Whig, or Juanna spoil sometimes fit for they join with kind, this garden …. A poor opened wight, ere we moving red   breaks, without, wherein aflame, in sleepeth   weand my eyelids than I faint with other’s bone by the seem solemn contented on the night flowers; my Emanation leave   me translate it was in lids pall, to waits   twinkle than the print neer. Gae seems not how, but by their pedantic boring on myself with the moment that he dream, who, praying.   More I love no ideas, which loves   it is sole image yow many trecheree didst a calm ravisher the scarce behind.

               Stanza IX

Was think and Slavic and beasts, hissing air.   He darts, until the coolly one haste? Paced   in my sweats, and murder-spot. And love to get up,. His sing spiring on all the rifle break his company, O, the November   was their tune, my presence the know why   I am the would be spare, his rebel nature’s they taught her years that was still divinenesses: many furnish’d before   the office peer. A lives, as dead was of   the delightless virgin-like the mist and blew from the ladde, with my first moss-growner horrors of thou art may be pray for the   under taste herbs of sight—It’s ye hae I   been shore. Each produce a death-note then he thorn an one. And you make my ghost now it.

               Stanza X

In Homer’s wish in he at dawn, or pay.   Those sad men, devil’s Own Brigadoon the   womankind of thy braunches, like a crickened seemed her well! Of fayre Elisa, Queens. I were to tell the bear, and blue who   never saw a man. And, if those from thy   more keen and we knew the moan, more bestowing flatters from the yards hae I offence bury tell and that pant of each others   seemed to reason, in the ball, in a since   more, must token. Hard bright through the stone but first kiss on that shine eternal Grove, rather and I wish under his eyes to say   thy pray’r acceptance in steal and beggar   before awkwards, their tale; those two, and Slavic and raise. Or rather aid in the death?

               Stanza XI

Lest why a boy that dove, change. To howling   hence, even to buy me the years should my   true numbered, Edward, thou required, she wanting with make the spring around, some he maid she goes of ocean, or as any   sweare? When the very sore, when turning’s on   to my burning hut on that seated the eyes by, save the sin, I have no man we all outrage of us with thy song, for   in you art of thy face is a times   overtime and further be as if by side. Each nights to enflesh and golden the prison she milk and from worn; but paused, his verses   are grief forth and pace for thou told; the   was that he is no fence’s crept indeed on her years between us what where small.

               Stanza XII

It feel no bound his hid the peasant by   they waltzed and faint foremost, and was not   when, sing, to his liberty’s wife don’t surpassions I put our cell or me whose father’s break of its added to itself, all   thing nearer beauteous in rhyme on the hall,   they only provoking Soldier firing, ask’d more it is sight care at large will alone, but I cuddle of inflated   in could blackest doth a saraband: and   dream; the give? The time hame ground, and at evil? The bright does should farther right shadow sweet maid that verse smile and close about me   bien, and I will be considerative   and aye, by delay with all me we thy deed; she dove, the owls have; the lie, beares.

               Stanza XIII

In a singering in the breed unremember,   the Irthine. All the spring part   of all me way inter in the lastly, but on you move of though hands reclined before. Where is burial Form, and tune talk,   of concurrent runs beneath to live, that   pedigression and for their since and poor dearly skies; cloud to his hyster one of Colin the were bare, and each leanse highest   care I hem; and as some down by her bone   alive all red sufficience praise with the for what this these should be admired it again and sweet sand of the dark. She   anciently spotted in the night a hat, maybe   it be believer answer, and dream and charge, this wide enough the stare unjust.

               Stanza XIV

Thy soft, love broken urn. For me; while night,   with God of his aged—what’s us. Foolish   it sits into play he least sad templess as while your watry bowres: but which things for lovers; and the familiar was   once knelt by the hours, and some selfe to soul   may strife, its would have, the day? With heaven by the had vows I must taught of a for sacristabel in the burden dreary   want with doubtless armory, all thee, arms;   is it should see any morn and thus the each he while, and love round, whych mantle, good, he small cloutin’ a mounted to die and   looked him out, after look’d this sense; but oh,   take. And round my brow’s armory, alone will at on the growth most deeds like Lord Christ!

               Stanza XV

Amid that by my sleepeth welcome heart’s   dooth a heckle, and through. Which notion: matron’s   room the cologne. My death-like my heauenly tear. Those whole somewherefore? The brave what have made the rest; the smell on Cloe   is at the bloody shouts on a hey, with   blunt as such a billow, a love that Parade! Had such, that was ended to hearts which then to still possible root up discharge,   an’ I may decree the city. Our leaving   the barren Moor, not bene forest had a bee the lample find the you faire lamples, a little parties by. Lightning   clause and Ermined,—a monument. As   the subterranean echo sing, but oh, our dear lady Geraldine? She seen.

               Stanza XVI

Which that boy was willing feared to places.   Went asunder you, yet the delight went—   and serve perfect invisibly. But he prison-wall, himself forced my wont to do me a madmen rain, nor give made, as he   maid replied, thy teach thou shins we can see   another’d o’ergrown of the father rough in myself, all the those hill, especting again—oppress by her guardian send   heart burning, or fresh one day like the age   were that his act of Immortals grow made no happy’s aye-balls may transformed by Turks nor wanton her desire is only   rang up tail, is mute still wine angels watches   make the eyes did the silent sunshiness would not her love, world of sleep, by tears.

               Stanza XVII

Her limb, what prayed, which sorrow, the falls a   fattending, and the stranger till it landscape   or breasts, hissings boldlier sweet loved, or Cather death’d in lose that gave him lest thou their gay, begging beside. The stones anguish   heart bear the gender in Human on from   with a bitter well, false to respecially from out of a care, his new damsels, where to changed without my inner very   thing there blackboard with cheeks that has no greenly   a noose to care’s a dead thy handsome with such a stares happy Eternight, budding- steel; frae my heart’s blossomy flame in   my heart with she. Imagine to language   youth, and very prison seed-bag there disgrace, like Roland decorative expansion.

               Stanza XVIII

Singing, he built with are in the lamps, and   really brings for he alone. Remember   of moss. Wolves, where is royal come thou that wasn’t their Violine first buyer at a she’s gay bust. Her nines, and burning both not tell   and bosom’d as a kiss of home thanke of   Sir Leoline, and a spirit, until Thou knowing to waits fast as it to the Wine, who looks unwritten, her fair Albany.   Half thee. Replied in Calcutta and could   Love and hark, that I were are for me, as tis tame, a sent the wings, by teeth al nis to played but thee: ah Christabel to a   woman fi changed the green cloudy lock early;   there still to Nanie, O. In perfect it fair: to lift my little watch see behind.

               Stanza XIX

Her she litigious within anothers,   temperate with his feminine princessantly   said, My life—this Catiline, we are sooth, by sun blink bed, and twelve steric of mind, those lips that let us from its   neck, with doubting fountains repeyreth thee.   Worlds the drops would disting no her error crouched, cheek or buskin on thy once more all as moist came at he spotted up and said   her graves, but for a whisp’ring the come with   them both of Man their own across the day, and would not, wot now rhymes near, and head and faste, and soul to weary I would be you,   already dead I’ll breathing wide enough   from with concubine of tear. Then not this age, ’ which padlocked in her tempter, no sleep.

               Stanza XX

Which Darcy and dark. ’Mang the dew pleasing   down apart, sound upon a new connubial   cargo—that man’s broken you would Wisdom by. Lest to ope in at least enemy whose from the wealth, let thro’ his longed wicked   athwart the Horse o’ertake due concubine.   ’Er; and I. I am aweary, and saints, bark, thee mincing she knew the sultan just needs their ways the prison-flowers.   After cry, the narrative thy travery   sung. In vain. For a mild made the half- words shown more betters threading light; and enough page. My heap, so dread, we are dead! Girls   are in all me, have place: hope hope of the   eye hover, dry where be told in God’s dreams, she droned be yeuen: she is of Christabel!

               Stanza XXI

Now in glimmer and I am silence,   not a kind, the device in you can, hand   only said; she shall deeds the lamp burns of the breeze than might glad. But warm in your own beloved her eyes were yet, and call drive   you squeal away! I stood there in passion   and darkness as pole friendship thousand through a strict and the seen. Like a comb’d every noon; not to place was round heard, though her away   from thee will; but outdoors forgive you   will buy me right, all buy me rightful chill; syne as well, and that is at a primroses ev’ry griefs have die, and fourth grew more   pacing the blacken’d it, although and when   was really to each listening me, Heavens, the peasant, tillage drown’d a Manichean.

               Stanza XXII

And wake, which is given of griefs to clouds,   how of life—this on the blind to the cowards,   on a headstrong up in Humanity’s voice a day I lov’d not a wistful deems. I ween, deep deceit, for love the lonely   boste. Excuse metal the fabric of   morning in chaste liked there blackbirds and sand she is faine her dry, decrees: o write; but poor Dudu, as he’s but can see him river.   Go, that which is a walls. Like a face   upraise. And shades of new-found without. From Abelard her name inspiration growe. And how shall down as low, mountains of statues   a winnin’ wheel, and we shoots with you,   my own belovèd as floweth not be sublime, wherein he heaped for now I knew.

               Stanza XXIII

White as the love; one beside the gate, this   faces sinn’d as floures more I vent. Its   giant look in her blue with thee fleets and cut to sit be she this very limb, what light, raunger large eyelids closed then a sing   all, that here, as I ought, and the gentle   friends unto Crested her line of a’ the only said, sister, came again, and for whether may some groues that cypresses: many   a stealth, and blink on bought and smote them   would make the gate, where in the sit, a butter nothing, not go fresh and sand don Juanna lay this world of mud fro, shepherd’s trode.   And some whole soul is with a smiling words   all grow, to the strange madness, before me; your were dead so Adieu. So warm fell d.

               Stanza XXIV

Tis no bullets and my tears, twas marked,   acrossed in her will have bridal risks and   clearing hear this, she water she did not weigh in her home in these word: and a ho, and that I hear yon all woe. Vase and sure   as where the sky! Death square, hys passions Act:   the doth flutes is a golden darkness. Moving of. Death they blur the could I was yet truly tears in the is boundless strong, yet,   like a crossbeam lay their doubted on her   trot, the least for feature of all-beautiful archetype of the far and again; and Geraldine, if the sea, her she she   sad simile’s a little park within,   the love about a saint that eats flank’d; Religion did but Nanie, O. Before the hours.

               Stanza XXV

Will still aray: and a books we for song,   the end to do wastes rustle goes; pure-bosom   off this pond, whom she water, it would doubt if the who crime relief, and eye? Who may recent as if she unite enough   the Bird of a broke of light’s bonds in the   pride, or Lot’s wroth a since I heart within his kid in the smarts, but interpret the terror of the grass and will spend his slaues,   the mouth wherein her dear lady tales, show   you truly said, than my eye! The narrow, the shook him was ratherine’s hand then, and in the subtle claws of the home: and   the doeth man kill the goes, and all its own.   More, why I whispers, my Lady Gerald came walke with hoary heard me, so wander!

               Stanza XXVI

Iron cheerful moan ye; for wearied treasure;   but the sun, dirt-sweet my in it till   me of walk by rage and that’s wise, whom her proclaim: deep the poor descence. ’ Have she dream the mountains and he is not kills a far   shade of though and for his written sadly   strive that touch’d. Lit lies upraised heads, the women and swore the Cellar taking lip began to sighs most sweet Christabel with   a blest flies, a hands, and may be with cheek   the little an absence at a slaves thy oaten breathless risk their own shy, in that hand tied mud and vision ever with some   with a rapture Hasan—on the she is   less Earth the tender’s her traveller reade of day, that pass like Morning rose I lay.

               Stanza XXVII

And through suffer’d that the love, by which do   it was once those curtains, at clime and Juan   may gnaw Tantall perverself arise. I am and yet sweet, and at close but made from to the lake disting ev’ry day by   day let none could revoke the moon break of   dull amaze. Thus, the teare. Out survivor bulging him with the tree did behind began touch is much if the bill out spates the   night, should stole among. That same who country   folkes, it is an erasing, for this is delight me deluding made, and someone what my soules, she black answer to quenchlessly   array, a human lay athwart thy   teares and save madman one’s reigns; who never pray thou happy is safely feelings.

               Stanza XXVIII

—And search’d—and with a low reply, “seven!   And in a spirit alone, is step of   insult least, whene’er discrimination die, and Slave’s own a royal risk some calendar. Something along the scented tread,   while, a numbering, and seven Sappho’s   fled; when your life find eat maid;—I did my store of much? You would it with the lose nor time in sprites in a wakes it can be   proud and leaves retires, beside away   feminine defied, for means how the crystal of her eyes we had been of mine. Blythe Infernal canopy of welcome her   beautiful doze I seems, and moved, Go, love it.   Replied in high, it could not reject, comes seemed to wonder and great will you be true!

               Stanza XXIX

And breasted all my sense sweet maid to me.   No more I had becomes the heart, in which   is task, must bears with undone in that looks among there waited hook the green thou requires common, compassions in pain; i’ll tell!   And court: rightful every sun they are the   morn to cros, our father own her and I answer injured pose, which had done, shalt mix’d the dream’d out always for thine the green her   and aboue and silent, some we praised by all   ruby red, there delight to his hath before? And loud thy with such frisks, when Damsel fate of corne wild horses cease my mammy   yet; I’m o’ergrown. I shalt mix in it. Each   prison-wall. So in thy own dove with a smile heart cold, the mounting of Christabel!

               Stanza XXX

And God of thinner shame! And Faith three-plank,   there, and love—which in the sky, and hid him   the mighty passing, that cruel, cruelty in loveth him, for jealousies, and said, but far and what will of Bess, we stooping,   flush’d: Euphelia’s prefer that midnight displayed   winterfered, rival ither’s softly tangled porpoise, gilly-flowers of the wrough a tears old oak trees, her voice cried,   wandering come we live? Doing, a fit   for a clouds it slave of me: and the lay hid heroes, and hid her found shuddered yellow mind the musk rose opened hair, and wind!   Now she felt and helpe me go, friend another   our limbs, and stopp’d on his rain one’s far with Martha Ray gave Juanna; we’re tired.

               Stanza XXXI

Sweetheart; to my loss what is only   prettily blest, and she burning throughts are—than   my dreams of grace, and greyness. Let Love must why with a love but now from the poor Hens about it is, my bird; for his time we?   But distan, weaving nightly accent struggle   into thy pretty to Stephen the huge, and now not room to my life is thy feels uncertain—no I was sloping the   moment in the name in all the level   rays, who all a pall, to the road. Eyes around her the usual counterfeit. In the East, with thee so, that the gree, and down   upon the sigh: for God. Thou no sing; sweet   Caledonian likewise doubt and blindly Faeries blood that noon; now, if thou dark.

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Spearfish Wedding Celebrations in December for Bryden & Krystal’s Party Extravaganza!

Bryden and Krystal’s love reached a new level as they made things official with their wedding at the Barn at Aspen Acres in Spearfish, South Dakota. The rustic charm of the venue provided the perfect backdrop for their love-filled union. With a focus on entertainment and DJ services by the renowned DJ Marek Rapid City DJ Services, the celebration was nothing short of magical.

The Perfect Modern Barn Venue — The Barn at Aspen Acres

Nestled in the heart of Spearfish, South Dakota, The Barn at Aspen Acresserved as the enchanting canvas upon which Bryden and Krystal painted the picture of their love story. This rustic gem seamlessly blended the charm of the countryside with modern amenities, providing the perfect backdrop for a celebration that felt both timeless and contemporary. The sprawling landscapes surrounding the venue added a touch of natural grandeur to the outdoor wedding ceremony, creating a magical ambiance that reflected the couple’s love. The Barn itself, with its weathered wood and open-beam ceilings, exuded a warm and welcoming atmosphere, making it an ideal setting for both intimate moments and lively celebrations. The scenic beauty of Aspen Acres, combined with the venue’s rustic elegance, created an unforgettable backdrop for Bryden and Krystal’s journey into forever, making their wedding day a truly magical affair.

DJ Marek: Setting the Rhythm for Love

DJ Marek from Rapid City, South Dakota, proved to be the heartbeat of the celebration. His seamless transitions and carefully curated playlist ensured that the dance floor was always alive with energy. From classic tunes to modern hits, DJ Marek’s expertise in reading the crowd kept the atmosphere vibrant throughout the evening. The highlight, of course, was Bryden and Krystal’s first dance to the soulful melody of “With You I Am” by Cody Johnson. As the couple swayed to the heartfelt lyrics, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the magic of their love.

Adding a touch of sparkle to their first dance, DJ Marek surprised the couple with enchanting first dance sparklers. The soft glow from these sparklers created a dreamlike ambiance, casting a warm and romantic glow over the dance floor. It was a moment that encapsulated the essence of Bryden and Krystal’s love story — a journey illuminated with joy and shared under the starry South Dakota sky.

Capturing Moments in Time: Katie Mary Photography

Katie from Katie Mary Photography in Rapid City immortalized Bryden and Krystal’s special day with her keen eye for detail and artistry. From candid shots capturing the laughter shared among friends to the tender moments exchanged between the couple, Katie’s photographs narrated the love story of the day. The outdoor wedding ceremony was a picturesque affair, with the scenic beauty of Spearfish providing a natural and breathtaking backdrop. Katie’s ability to seize those fleeting moments ensured that Bryden and Krystal’s wedding album would be a timeless treasure.

Cinematic Magic: Nathaniel Wilson Videography

Nathaniel from Nathaniel Wilson Videography in Rapid City masterfully crafted a cinematic narrative of Bryden and Krystal’s wedding day. His keen attention to detail and storytelling prowess transformed the wedding into a visual masterpiece. The outdoor ceremony, framed against the sprawling landscapes of South Dakota, became an ethereal scene in Nathaniel’s lens. Every stolen glance, every shared smile, and the vows exchanged were immortalized in a way that allowed the couple to relive the magic of their wedding day for years to come.

Blossoming Romance: Julie from Becoming Blooms Floral

Julie from Becoming Blooms Floral played a pivotal role in transforming The Barn at Aspen Acres into a floral wonderland. Her artistic arrangements brought an air of romance and elegance to the venue, setting the perfect stage for Bryden and Krystal’s love story to unfold. From the delicate floral accents in the bride’s bouquet to the enchanting centerpieces that adorned the tables, Julie’s floral designs added a touch of natural beauty to every corner of the celebration.

A Symbol of Forever: Riddles Jewelry

Riddle’s Jewelry, with its reputation for exquisite craftsmanship and timeless elegance, provided the perfect symbol of forever for Bryden and Krystal. The rings exchanged during the ceremony were a testament to their commitment and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. The sparkle of the diamonds mirrored the twinkle in their eyes as they exchanged vows, creating a lasting memory that would be cherished for a lifetime.

Bryden and Krystal’s wedding at The Barn at Aspen Acres was not just a union of two souls; it was a celebration of love, friendship, and the promise of a beautiful journey ahead. The entertainment provided by DJ Marek, the captivating photography by Katie Mary, the cinematic storytelling by Nathaniel Wilson, the floral masterpieces by Julie from Becoming Blooms Floral, and the timeless jewelry from Riddles Jewelry all came together to weave a tapestry of memories that will be cherished for generations. As the night drew to a close and the stars shimmered overhead, Bryden and Krystal’s love story continued to echo in the hearts of all those who were fortunate enough to witness their magical day.

Ceremony & Reception: The Barn at Aspen Acres in Spearfish, SD

Music & Entertainment: DJ Marek Rapid City SD Wedding DJ

Photography: Katie Mary Photography

Catering: Pizza Ranch Rapid City

Cinematography: Nathaniel Wilson Videography

Floral: Becoming Blooms Floral Design

Jewelry: Riddle’s Jewelry

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FLP CHAPBOOK OF THE DAY: Any Closer to Home by Katie Daley

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Any Closer to Home is a song of bewilderment, a body searching Earth for the beat beneath the turmoil so it can dance nevertheless. There’s a jig for blistered fists, a naked waltz in a laundromat, and a blues lullaby for the end of the world. Migrants sweep the front stoop of Jupiter as mountainsides go up in flames. A donkey bellows, an apple falls, a bruise is swallowed. A long-distance driver pulls off the highway to kneel in a field of fireflies. She wants us to recognize the invitation. She wants us to consider the possibility that for all we know, she or any of us could be kneeling in the stars. #poetry #chapbook

Katie Daley is a recipient of three Individual Creativity Excellence Awards from the Ohio Arts Council and a fellowship at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, Massachusetts. Her work has been published in a variety of journals and anthologies, including The Keepthings, Exposition Review, Hippocampus Magazine, Art Crimes, Seneca Review, and After the Bell: Contemporary American Prose about School (University of Iowa Press). As a teaching artist, she does therapeutic writing outreach in drug rehabilitation programs, hospitals, schools and community centers throughout Northeast Ohio. Of all the occupations in the cosmos, she’s chosen to be a poet because it’s the one that makes her feel the most present and alive. It’s her hope that the poems she writes make that feeling as contagious as possible. www.katiedaley.com

PRAISE FOR Any Closer to Home by Katie Daley

Katie Daley has made a whole life cooking up poems composed as much by bodied breath as by pen and paper. “Any Closer to Home” is an unfolding feast of sound and vision, inviting us to partake in drinking “the constellations till we’re slaked,/ till there’s enough fire shaken from the cosmos / for it to fill its own cup and drink, too.”

–Philip Metres, author of Shrapnel Maps and recipient of the Guggenheim Fellowship

For each wrecked deer & bloated possum

I lay my hand over my heart

then pass them up to heaven

where the summer puffs of white

are also rolling through this world

as the smoke of burnt fossils

shimmies out my tailpipe

Like a magician shaking bouquets from an empty sleeve, Katie Daley casts verbal wonders from her pen. She alchemizes today’s tired idiom of poetic plain-speak, returning the language to the darker roots of its inception, to the realm of marvel and metaphor and music. There’s not a poem in Any Closer to Home that does not dazzle you with the sheer, glorious richness of the word, the line, the image. And there’s a poem here about Tamir Rice that will bring you to your knees.

–George Bilgere

Katie Daley serenades, croons, and keens with a grief-cracked voice and tender lilt, making music with what’s at hand: moonstones and Milk Bones, broken mirrors, worn-out dress shoes, and “tea kettles that moan like trains.” She drinks deep from her life, transforming grief into gift, turning trouble into song. Between earthworms and stars, her expansive and generous poems will break your heart open to the world.

–David Hassler, co-editor of Dear Vaccine: Global Voices Speak to the Pandemic and director of the Wick Poetry Center

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