Just a little something to remind the world of the great talent Redroom Taipei has to offer. Red Room, Taipei, contributed towards the Playing for Change Day global event to help bring music into the lives of young people. There was a record turnout of Red Roomers who created a rocking event on the 17th […]
Just over a year since Fukushima, the St. Patrick’s Day Red Room seemed a fitting time and place to offer some “green” commentary and poems (including limerick-ish verses) on Taiwan’s nuclear power and waste. One of the factors that got the nuclear industry rolling was the Cold War: Fissile material from reactors, they needed more, […]
Inspired by a fellow Red-Roomer who said she loves 7-Eleven–since not only can she buy every meal there, but also order pretty much anything else, right up to and including a vibrator–Mark Caltonhill (a.k.a.. Malarkey) sang his latest composition: Heaven, I’m in Seven, with its drink and groc’ry choices quite unique and I seem to […]
A bubbling cacophony develops Everywhere. Far gone, He is joking. Kindness, love, maternal nurturing obliterate Perfect quintessence. Realizing some truth understood very well Xerxes yearned zoologically. (c) Copyright 2012 Red Room. Material on this site is the property of contributing members of the Red Room Community. Please do not copy any part of this publication. Thank […]
A One-Character Dialogue Situation Bernie has chosen to exercise on a Schwinn Air-Dyne bike during his fitness class. He realizes the seat is too low because his knees remain too bent when his foot is at the bottom. Three adjustments to the seat seem to have made no difference. Clearly the machine hates him. Slowly, […]
A poem I wrote for someone special I lost last year. Our time together was short, but changed my life nonetheless. The Promise of Moonbeams I kiss my fingers and blow gently, up towards the sky and you will catch it, I know you, are the moon in this dark sky far beyond my mortal […]
Red Room March 17 was one of the best ever. OK, if this is too subjective, perhaps I should say that it was one of my favorites in the two-and-a-half-year history of this creative gathering. This is because most contributions were original, self-created and self-read. Most were also short, thereby allowing more people to read, […]
June in September In September, we men sense the onset of winter. There’s a chill in the air. Is this, we ask, the end of summer? There’s a chill in our bones. Is this woman to be the last one we know? There’s a chill in our hearts. We see summer all around us and […]
世界雙關語遊行日 Short of poetic inspiration lately, Mark Caltonhill apologized for only having “light verse” to offer this month. He read his most recent composition, “The Day My Legs Turned to Lettuce,” based on a dream in which he was chased down the street by a flock of sheep; followed by two earlier Chinese-language humorous poems: […]
Almost thirty years ago I figured that I was one of the highest paid poets in the US for one year. The way I figured it was that I won a prize for a poem that began with the lines “My baby’s raised by Sigmund Freud. /I get annoyed by the questions.” I divided the […]