Where We Are: An Evening of Words and Song), a night of poetry and music is at Green Kill, February 11 at 7 pm.

The featured performers are Bruce Weber, Joanne Pagano Weber, Karen Whitman and Rick Pantell, songwriter and musician Mark Brown, fiction writer, Ira Sher and the poet and playwright, Victoria Sullivan.

Performances will be approximately 25 minutes.

Join us.

Joanne Pagano Weber is a visual artist, a writer, and educator. In recent years she has collaborated with the sculptor Janice Mauro on cross-disciplinary installations, including text, which combine humor and social critique concerning the ramifications of global warming. She exhibits at Art 101 in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and teaches Fine Art at the College of Mount Saint Vincent in The Bronx, New York, and at Union County College in Cranford, New Jersey.

Bruce Weber is the author of five published books of poetry, These Poems are Not Pretty (Miami: Palmetto Press, 1992), How the Poem Died (New York: Linear Arts, 1998), Poetic Justice (New York: Ikon Press, 2004), The First Time I Had Sex with T. S. Eliot (New York: Venom Press, 2004), and tThe Break-up of MyFirst Marriage (Rogue Scholars Press). Bruce’s work has appeared in numerous magazines, as well as in several anthologies. including Up is Up, But So Is Down: Downtown Writings, 1978-1992 (New York: New York University, 2006), Riverine: An Anthology of Hudson Valley Writers (New Paltz, New York: Codhill Press, 2007), and The Unbearables Big Book of Sex (Autonomedia, 2010). He has performed regularly in the tri-state area, both alone and for many years with his former performance group, Bruce Weber’s No Chance Ensemble, which produced the CD Let’s Dine Like Jack Johnson Tonight(members.aol/com/ncensemble). He is the producer of the 212 years running Alternative New Year’s Day Spoke Word/Performance Extravaganza. By day, Bruce is Curator of Paintings & Sculpture at the Museum of the City of New York, and splits his time between his homes in New York City and Saugerties, New York. He has also authored numerous publications on American art.

Karen Whitman and Rick Pantell, Woodstock musicians, have been a singer-songwriter duo since 1995. They are best known for their CD “Chicken Fat Pudding and Other Delights” and have performed at festivals (including Clearwater) and coffeehouses throughout the Hudson Valley and Tri-state area. Their original songs are narrative, thoughtful and personal, with a thread of humor throughout their unique performances, with Rick’s creative finger picking and Karen’s resonant, expressive voice keep audiences engaged and uplifted. Their songs have been featured on WAMC, WKZE and WDST radio. They are also excellent improvisers, which is what they do with the New Chance ensemble with poets Bruce Weber and Joanne Pagano Weber, accompanying and enhancing the spoken word.

Mark Brown combines a sharp eye with a sly sense of humor reminiscent of John Prine, Mark makes songs that hail from everywhere, incorporating ballads, cowboy songs, jigs, sideshow melodies, and field hollers. His songs give voice to craftsmen, broken-hearted mechanics, heavy equipment operators, squatters, and girls with their dirt bikes. Like many of the characters in his songs, Mark has been around: after growing up in Maryland, Mark did some farming, spent years as a commercial fisherman in the northern Pacific, worked as mechanic and a carpenter. Mark got his first first Johnny Cash record at six years old and he wore it out. Seeing a Tom Waits show in 1975 inspired Mark’s musical career. He’s been writing, playing, and performing since then, with carefully crafted songs that maintain a soulful integrity leveled with a rye sense of humor.

Ira Sher grew up in New York City, received a BA from Oberlin College, and his MFA from the University of Houston. His short fiction has appeared in venues including Chicago Review, The Gettysburg Review and This American Life and has been frequently anthologized. His short story The Man in the Well has been the subject of the critical theory book The Writer in the Well (Ohio State Press, 2016). He has two novels, Gentlemen of Space (Free Press, 2003) and Singer (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2009). He lives in Hudson, NY with interior designer and writer Lithe Sebesta and the young people Asher and Margot. Ira Sher’s short fiction has appeared in venues including Chicago Review, The Gettysburg Review and This American Life. He has two novels, Gentlemen of Space (Free Press, 2003) and Singer (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2009). He lives in Hudson, NY with interior designer and writer Lithe Sebesta and the young people Asher and Margot.

Victoria Sullivan is both a poet and a playwright, as well as co-host of a local radio show on WDST 100.1 FM (“The Woodstock Roundtable, of which she is the “poet laureate”). Her published chapbooks include: The Divided Bed, Alzheimer Dreams, Eating Figs at Twilight, and When I wasn’t Looking. (of which critic and poet Leslie Gerber wrote: “her finest poetry, which is vivid, expressive, reinforced with strong imagery”).Poet Justin Spring said of her work, “We need more witnesses like Victoria Sullivan : poets courageous enough to get it right regardless of the cost.” Sullivan has been published in numerous journals, including Pothooks & Hangers, Artist and Influence, Home Planet News, Poetry in Performance, Up the River, Northeast Corridor. and Wild Flowers, as well as in several anthologies.She is a member of the Prison Writing Committee of PEN America and teaches literature in the Lifetime Learning Institute at Bard College. She has had Equity productions of 8 of her plays.


It has fallen down
upon us: thunder
and despair. we know
not where to run, nor
why, and we don’t
actually care. We
just feel this pain in our gut,
like acid rain.
You feel it too, a sort of
nagging darkness
just outside your view.

It’s something called
fear, I think, and it
lives down by the swamp,
right there where
animals wither
and die. It’s a bad place
where the hopeless ones
wander about with cries
of rage. They say
they had to wait too long,
their anger turned to hate.
They say they didn’t mean
to make him the king.
They just were tired of
the slow decay of their
little scrawny towns,
and watching their children
go crazy on meth.
That sort of thing.

They say next time they’ll
march another way. And
we say, thanks a lot.
But right now we are drowning
in the new muck, which looks
pretty much like the old muck,
only this time it has a snout.