This Week at No Tell

Nicole Cartwright Denison is a woman in love this week at No Tell Motel.

New Issue of LUNGFULL! Magazine

can be ordered here.

New work from Rebecca Loudon, Shafer Hall, Scott Abels and many others.

New Spring Issue of Sixth Finch

can be found here including the following No Tell contributors: Scott Abels, Ana Bozicevic, Clay Matthews, Michael Schiavo, Mark Yakich and others.

This Week at No Tell

Derek Henderson is unlabored, unmiseried in our condition of the human this week at No Tell Motel

Divergence Vocal Theater Embarks on Essbaum

The 10th Muse
March 20, 21, and 22

Divergence Vocal Theater embarks on a swirling journey where tales of ancient Mediterranean women are illuminated through opera, poetry, and dance.

Scenes and arias from Gounod's opera, Sapho, and Berlioz' Les Troyens.
Piano & Violin works of Viardot and Boulanger.
Original text inspired by Sapho fragments, plus poetry of Jill Alexander Essbaum, and contemporary dance.

More information can be found here.

Performances held at Barnevelder Mouvement and Arts Complex, 2201 Preston Street, Houston, TX, 77003.

This Week at No Tell

Mike Young spills this dust all over your hair this week at No Tell Motel.

Elizabeth Bradfield is a Finalist for a Lambda Literary Award

Congratulations to No Tell Motel contributor, Elizabeth Bradfield, whose book Interpretive Work (Arktoi / Red Hen Press) is a finalist for a Lambda Literary Award.

Sundress' Best of the Net Anthology

is live

Clay Matthew's (first published in No Tell Motel) "Poem in Which I Sort of Break Down" was selected and

Mia Nussbaum's "Saw This & Marked It" (first published in NTM) was listed as finalist.

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Eleanor Stanford follows her traveling coop, pecking the ground clean this week at No Tell Motel.

Rauan Klassnik interviews Rebecca Loudon

Rauan Klassnik interviews Rebecca Loudon

Enchantment is a large part of my life but maybe not your typical garden variety Leprechaun or even fairy tale types of enchantment. I did not come from a happy suburban family, but I don’t write about my upbringing, my family of origin. My enchantment, my idea of enchantment, my ability to be carried away to other worlds through enchantment (animals, books, music) was a gift I was born with. As a child I would collect bees in Mason jars and carry them to my bedroom or under the porch and I would pet their delicate fur and speak to them and I truly believed they understood me. I always set them free and I learned that once you have captured a bee in a jar, you can remove the lid, but the bee won’t fly away for an entire day after that lid is removed. I learned how to view and absorb the natural world by collecting bees and frogs and tadpoles and stray cats and vicious dogs who came to me and jumped on me in joy. My grandfather had two horses and I rode them from the highest hill in Coeur d’Alene Idaho, rode them every weekend down into the forest where I spent hours playing in the creek or simply talking to the horses or brushing them or singing to them. I found bears and wolves and cougars in that forest, but they never frightened me. I didn’t do so well with humans. Humans in my young world were dangerous. Animals were magic, yes. They brought comfort.

This Week at No Tell

Sarah Mangold is a waspy reluctance to what it truly is this week at No Tell Motel.