Cincinnati D.I.Y Writers Group
FOUNDED IN 2016, THE CINCINNATI D.IY. WRITERS group aims to connect local writers artistically and physically through events, bi-weekly meet-ups, and local self-publication. A cross-disciplinary group of writers focused heavily on being a local force for good art and engaged, critical reading, they embrace an ethos of D.I.Y. attitude. They write. They self-publish. They hang out and stuff.
The Cincinnati D.I.Y. feature will revolve around their most recent publication, The Cincinnati Corpatria: Moments from the Future, a collection that deals with the aftermath of a post-global cataclysm which resulted in corporations of the world eradicating governments to build massive domes over the ruins of old cities, in this case Cincinnati.
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Word of Mouth Cincinnati, which began in January 2014, is co-hosted by fellow writers Jim Palmarini and Mark Flanigan. It was founded in memory of the late Aralee Strange who, after many years living, writing and producing work in the Cincinnati area, moved to Athens, Georgia where she co-founded Athens Word of Mouth.
WoMC is an intentional arc of both past and future utterance, inspired by our most revered voice, with a nod to her Athens, GA compatriots. Word of Mouth asks poets to Show Up, Mouth Off and Pay Attention.
Admission to Word of Mouth Cincinnati is free and open to all ages, although some content may contain adult themes and language. MOTR Pub 1345 Main Street Cincinnati, OH 45202.
Dairy Entry 445
Today was the worst in a while. That kid in my governmental obedience class, the one with the weird fingernails, he had another meltdown today. I know they’re gonna take him away. It’s only a matter of time now. This is like the third time this month. Just another soulless pupped zonked out and waiting to die for some handful of old assholes. I miss my parents. I had a dream last night about grass. I’ve seen so many pictures of it in that Nat Geo kickin around the library. And trees. It must’ve been nice back then. Or maybe not I guess, if it was we wouldn’t be here. The field trip to the Edgelands is tomorrow. It’s the only time we get to go out of the city. Sometimes I like to imagine it’s just a big lie. That just beyond that bubble and the bullshit façade, the grass and trees are still real. Maybe I’ll find out. Pop the bubble and make a break for it. Worst case I die a slow agonizing suffocatey type death. Sometimes I wonder if that’s much different than the life I already know. Best case, I’m free. We’ll see.
-- Anadine Montro