Going to AWP in Minneapolis? Page Meets Stage is, too!

Posted On February 8th, 2015

PMS @ AWP 2015Academic poets can’t read, and slam poets can’t write; for 10 years, the Page Meets Stage reading series in NYC has been refuting that tired claim. Taylor Mali returns to AWP for the fourth year in a row with a new combination of poets—ostensibly two each from page and stage—who will answer one another, poem for poem, in an ongoing effort to prove, as Horace said over 2,000 years ago, that the poetry most deserving of our approbation is that which can delight and instruct at the same time.

Title: Page Meets Stage Tenth Anniversary Showdown hosted by Taylor Mali
Featuring: Richard Blanco, Mahogany Browne, Bao Phi, Nikola Madzirov
Day: 4/9/2015
Time: 12:00:PM – 01:15:PM
Location: Minneapolis Convention Center (1301 Second Avenue South)
Room: Room 101 J, Level 1

Called the series “where the Pulitzer Prize meets the Poetry Slam,” Page Meets Stage is neither a competition nor an ivory circle, but an ongoing verse conversation on wonder and craft that has built a vital bridge between poetry and performance. Wildly popular at AWP, it has packed its assigned room to capacity every year.

I’ll be taking a break from performing for a few months . . .

Posted On December 30th, 2014

. . . for a reason that will be announced soon, but here are the ongoing poetry projects that still have a piece of my heart:

Urbana Poetry Slam
every Tuesday night at 7 pm
SIdewalk Café, 94 Avenue A @ East 6th St.

Page Meets Stage
THIRD Wednesday of every month
The DL Lounge, 95 Delancey St. @ Ludlow St.

When I do return to a more active performance schedule, it is likely to be at one of these events.

Come to my “Retirement” Party on December 30th!

Posted On December 12th, 2014

NYC-Urbana is the name of the poetry slam series that I’ve been involved with for the last 17 years, and I’ll be stepping down and turning the reins over to Jared Singer and Elliott Smith-Vacek at a special holiday party/book release party on the night before New Year’s Eve.

“Bouquet of Red Flags” came out in November, but this will be the first official release party for the book. I’ll read a few poems from it and then a few poems that will put into better context the new chapter of my life that I am starting (more on this badly kept secret after January 2, 2015!).

But the major theme of the night will be a goodbye to Urbana, which we insist on calling “the winningest poetry slam series in the history of the art form” for as long as that is still true! Urbana has won the National Poetry Slam three times (and we came in second this past year!). It’s a wonderful series, and I hope you’ll consider joining me to help me say goodbye.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014, 7 pm
The Sidewalk Café
94 Avenue A (at East 6th St.)

Eleven poem videos from “Bouquet of Red Flags”

Posted On November 10th, 2014

In the two weeks leading up to the release of my latest book of poetry, I made almost daily short videos of poems from the book and posted them to YouTube. Some have short comments about the poems themselves or how to get a signed copy of the book, but others don’t. Anyway, here they all are not necessarily in the order they were made/uploaded. Enjoy.
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Please pre-order my new book of poems!

Posted On October 7th, 2014


My latest book is now available for ordering (or pre-ordering, depending on when you’re reading this). It’s been five years since I’ve put out a book of poetry, and a lot has happened since then. If you’ve liked my work in the past, you’ll love this book because I’ve settled into my style. By turns delightful, haunting, and humorous, Bouquet of Red Flags blends wit and honesty in form, rhyme, and the artful composition Taylor Mali is known for. These poems commemorate the end of a marriage, celebrate the overlooked daily imperfect miracles of coincidence, and elevate the singular “strings and obligations good luck drags behind it like tin can marriage bells.” Bouquet of Red Flags speaks to the healing power of forgiveness, letting go, and “laughter, which is nothing more than breath from so far deep inside it often brings up with it tears.” Lessons of wonder spiced with the “deepest condiments.”

Available from Write Bloody Publishing or your favorite online bookseller.

Poetry and Making Money in the Stock Market

Posted On August 19th, 2014

Years ago in the faculty break room of the last school where I taught, the head of the math department and I were talking about stocks and bonds and investing in the market. What I learned that day about money management I now think is applicable to poetry.

The head of the math department—let’s call him Dave—was an enthusiastic amateur investor and always interested in hearing “tips” about companies to invest in. It was the late 90s, and the internet had just opened up accounts for people like him to trade on their own. On the other hand, as a rich kid from Park Avenue, I grew up believing that my money (which isn’t really mine; I’m just living off of it for my lifetime before handing it off to the next generation) is best managed by the professionals with whom I have lunch once or twice a year in one of their Executive Dining Rooms.

We started talking about individual stocks, and Dave kept asking me “What kind of dividends does THAT pay?” I kept saying I didn’t know. He got more and more frustrated by my NOT knowing, so I asked him why that was so important to him. Dave’s response was telling: “How are you going to make any money in the market if your stock pays no dividend?!” Finally a question I could answer: “Through appreciation.”

If I buy some shares of stock for $100 and it does well one year, it might produce profits of $10, which it could pay as a dividend (a 10% return would be amazing!). But it could take some, or most, or ALL of that $10 and reinvest it in itself by expanding or modernizing or in some other way IMPROVING itself and becoming a better or BIGGER company. In a statistically perfect world, the stock I purchased for $100 has gained in value and is now worth $110. Or more. If it starts looking like a good investment, other people will buy it, and the price will go up even more. That’s how you make REAL money in the stock market: by buying low and selling high years later (sometimes decades later).

That’s the main difference between Dave and me: He looked at the stock market like it was a bank account with a fluctuating interest rate; I looked at like a rising tide. After 10 years in the market, his $100 stock might have paid him $10 every year but still be worth only $100. Mine might have paid out nothing in dividends, but it would be worth $259!

It’s like a life spent reading and writing and wrestling with poetry. The benefits are more long-term, more subtle, almost hidden. The language of business has infiltrated education in recent years, but the questions all seem to be short term questions like Dave’s. “Reading and writing poetry? What kind of dividend does that pay?” Not as much as others, but that’s the wrong question to ask. Appreciation and reinvestment and compounding interest: That’s how you become rich (in my family).

Tweet @TaylorMali a BIG idea about honoring “Those That Can Teach” (#TTCT)

Posted On August 1st, 2014

Yesterday I had a meeting with Victoria and her father who are in New York City for business meetings. Victoria is 15 years old and has started her own non-profit organization called Those That Can, Teach (grammarians, hush now!). Victoria’s mission is simply to honor gifted and inspirational teachers. She wants to give away small things and big things. Small things like wristbands, and Taylor Mali pens and teeshirts. And big things like a weeklong vacation to Hawaii or Europe! I told her she was “magnanimous,” a word she reminded her dad they had just learned together (they’re doing a word-of-the-day vocabulary challenge)!

Victoria also happens to be a great fundraiser. She’s already raised $20,000 and will likely get to her annual operating budget of $100,000 quicker than it would take you to say, “Wait. WTF? But I thought you said she was only fifteen?!”

Here’s the thing: How should she identify the qualified teachers to honor? She’s willing to partner with other organizations, but doesn’t have quite the right fit yet. One of her initial ideas was okay, but it would have relied almost exclusively on the testimonials of businessmen who volunteer to teach basic business practices to students in classrooms run by regular teachers who . . . the businessmen never actually get to see in action. One of her other ideas was to follow up on my Quest for 1,000 Teachers. But how? She’s willing to build a new website (she said her “html kung-fu was excellent”) and work hard, but she needs a little help solidifying her plans.

If you have an idea for how Victoria can find and honor amazing teachers in big ways and small ways, tweet it to me @TaylorMali and include the hashtag #TTCT.

NEW POEM DRAFT: “Darkless Prayer for the Longful”

Posted On June 30th, 2014

Terrible news of the struggles of a friend’s infant son to survive prompted this poem recently, which ends up being (as T. S. Eliot would say ALL poems do) about the act of writing itself. Keep tiny Graham in your prayers!

Darkless Prayer for the Longful

Some people have more guts
than they will ever need.
I wish that were the reason

some babies are born
with their intestines
on the outsides of their bodies

in a small sac, as they were
with your son, born
already willing and able to give.

I wish this in the same way
I wish sometimes
certain words existed that do not,

words like darkless, to be utterly
and completely without
darkness. I wish I had more darkless news,

you wrote of tiny Graham, who has died
so many times
and been brought back that he has become

a miracle modern medicine
can perform again and again
but never heal. Once, years ago, feeling longful,

needy, and sad, I searched online
for longful, just to see
if it was a real word I had permission to use.

But all I could find were people, hundreds,
all searching and asking
the same questions—Is longful a word
I can use? To be filled with longing?—
which was just
the permission I was looking for.

Last night, I went to the “open mic night” at The Jalopy Theater . . .

Posted On June 11th, 2014

. . . and no one knew who I was, an unremarkable fact that I nevertheless found refreshing and humbling at the same time. I arrived too late to sign up myself, as I have witnessed other people do countless times at the poetry slam series I help run, and in a moment of integrity and maturity, I acted the way I always hope they will act in such situations, which is to sit down and enjoy the show. We were in Brooklyn, after all, the beloved home of Walt Whitman, who once famously wrote that great poetry requires “great audiences.” The world needs more people willing to listen.

The Jalopy Theater is a curious little gem of a space at the entrance to the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel a short bike ride from my house. It’s not quite Red Hook, I think, and too low and west to be part of Cobble Hill or Carroll Gardens, a typical Brooklyn neighborhood in that it is easier to say where it is not. It’s the ground floor performance space of an adult “roots” music school, and indeed many of the performers had just finished their evening classes. That’s right, it was an “open” mic where every single person called to the stage was a musician. I asked the organizer on the way out “Do you ever have poets?” and he said that it was a truly open mike, “so you can do whatever you want.” I resisted the urge to tell him that was not an answer to the question I asked, and just inferred that he meant “No, not in a long time.”

These were not word people, which was fun. One bearded dude sat down at the mic and said, “I’ve got a couple songs to play for you, and I hope you like it.” I smiled and looked around, hoping to make eye contact with the owner of another pair of smug and captious ears like mine—a half-dozen of which I could have found at my own venue—and found . . . nothing. No other grammar nerd looking around for corroboration and confirmation of his or her own superiority. These were singers, songwriters, and musicians: they have other skills and other concerns. And so they played. And they were good! Shaky, sure, and tentative at first, but everyone blooming a little under the nurturing rays of public scrutiny.

It was Tuesday night, June 10. And I was only there because the regular Tuesday poetry slam that I help curate in Manhattan—Urbana—happens to be on one of its two monthlong summer breaks. If I am ever to be found at The Jalopy Theater on a Tuesday night, it must be June or August. That’s the one downside of running your own series: that night of the week is simply unavailable to you; since I almost ALWAYS have something to do on Tuesdays, I can rarely do ANYTHING (else). It was great to be out of the house on a Tuesday and NOT to be doing anything other than listening to others play music.

I performed poems at a singer-songwriter open mic once before, and it was wonderful because they so rarely saw anyone like me in their circles. It was there that I met Jennifer Marks, maybe 15 years ago (a quick search turned up this gem from her website: “Hey there everyone. I hope that 2005 brings you everything you hope and wish for. I don’t make New Years resolutions but if I were to make one it would be to update my site more often.”) Jennifer said to me (and I’m paraphrasing now), “Musicians never get to see anyone like you! We tend to hide behind our instruments. No one here tonight could imagine standing in front of an audience armed with nothing but our words. You reminded us that words alone have incredible power if you know how to use them.”

So I’ll be going to the Jalopy Theater next Tuesday night, June 17th. But this time, I’ll get there by 8:45 pm in time to sign up. I’ll do my two “songs” like everyone else, and spend the rest of the time listening.

More than an anthology of poetry, a TROVE of inspiration and reserve

Posted On May 31st, 2014


I’m happy to report that a book I wrote the introduction for is finally out and available. It’s called Teaching with Heart: Poetry that Speaks to the Courage to Teach, and it was edited by Sam Intrator and Megan Scribner, who have edited similar anthologies (and they’re all beautiful). They asked teachers to choose one poem that sustains them or reminds them why they chose to teach in the first place, and those poems are reprinted along with the teachers’s testimonials (which are often quite poetic as well). I remember exulting in poems I had never read or even heard of! The book is available everywhere now and makes a great end-of-the-year gift to a favorite teacher.