Once a year, we celebrate our writing by putting together an anthology. It is as democratic as our gatherings — if you’re a Bagel Bard, you’re in. But this year I asked each Bard to... More > submit three pieces, so I could choose among them. I’m glad I did, because I always found one piece that was stronger than the other two. Consequently, I think you’ll find this an interesting collection, with styles as varied as the personalities of
the Bards. Enjoy! — Lawrence Kessenich, Anthology Editor< Less
The scene.7:45 AM, Au Bon Pain, Davis Square, Somerville.
The lone figure of Dennis Daly, at a table seemingly praying over a poetry book.
This is how Saturday morning breaks for the Bagel Bards.... More > By 10 AM there is a cacophony. 90-something Joe Cohen, on his wheelchair, bites into his cheese danish, drinks his black coffee, and shows us his latest photographs. Krikor arrives, tall and regal, looking for all the world like a refugee from a Russian novel. And Harris Gardner, a shock of white hair, an impresario of verse, an Einstein with a bag of books from Salvation Army bins – offers all of us a share of his pastry. And so it goes with Luke and Zvi and Lawrence and Paul – and all the others. We are regulars. We are kibbitzers-old, middle-aged, rarely young. Stumblebums, friends, writers , poets. We cross our stage-give our soliloquies, our Sermon on the Mount, the stunningly bad jokes, the salient points. Then...we call it a day... and drift away....< Less