Rick Lupert has been involved with L.A. poetry since 1990. He is the recipient of the 2017 Ted Slade Award, and the 2014 Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center Distinguished Service Award, a 2 time Pushcart Prize Nominee, and a Best of the Net nominee. He served a co-director of the Valley Contemporary Poets for 2 years, and created the Poetry Super Highway (http://poetrysuperhighway.com/ ). Rick also hosted the weekly Cobalt Cafe reading for almost 21 years. His first spoken word album "Rick Lupert Live and Dead" featuring 25 studio and live tracks was released in March, 2016. He’s authored 22 collections of poetry, including “Beautiful Mistakes”, “God Wrestler”, “Donut Famine”, "Professor Clown on Parade", "Romancing the Blarney Stone", “Making Love to the 50 Foot Woman”, “The Gettysburg Undress”  (Rothco Press) and “Nothing in New England is New”, and edited the anthologies “A Poet’s Siddur”, “Ekphrastia Gone Wild”, “A Poet’s Haggadah” and the noir anthology “The Night Goes on All Night. He also writes and draws (with Brendan Constantine) the daily web comic “Cat and Banana” and writes the Jewish Poetry column “From the Lupertverse” for http://www.JewishJournal.com/. He has been lucky enough to read his poetry all over the world.


Everything stops when
Addie discovers Shishkaberries

shishkabob style chocolate
covered strawberries.

Get on the stick
the sign says.

Ask us about our dingleberries
it goes on.

From the book "Beautiful Mistakes" (Rothco Press, May 2018)

Good Morning Snoqualmie

When I was in third grade in Syracuse, New York
my friend Kevin told me if a bathroom smelled like lemons
it meant that Bigfoot was on the roof of the building.

This has been my litmus test for the presence of
Sasquatch since 1978. When I walked into the lobby
of the Salish Lodge in Snoqualmie, Washington

the true heart of Bigfoot country, the scent of rosemary
entered my nostrils like waterfall mist. I’m not sure
what holy hells it means they have on the roof here

or if it’s a Sasquatch repellent of some kind.
Either way, we see nothing but birds, and trees
and industrious spiders. Good morning Washington.

Everything is as it seems, so far. No whiffs of giants
or even a piece of fur stuck on a branch. We’re going to
cross a border today. But not before eggs.

From the book "Beautiful Mistakes" (Rothco Press, May 2018)

Walk Out

These eyes have a history with shoes.
Piles of shoes, without feet, without legs.
Decades ago, their owners turned to dust.

Yesterday, an army of shoes,
shoes without bodies, shoes laid out
on a lawn, shoes ignoring a Capitol

A Capitol containing eyes, and hands
and pens and power, and men and women
put in shoes by turns of levers.

Today, people hardly old enough to
buy their own shoes, stepped out of
sacred halls, forewent pie and school,

filled their shoes with strength and statement,
cried names of seventeen gone.
Their bones younger than Columbine.

Their fingers, visibly on tomorrow’s levers.
Move aside they say. There’ll be no more
triggers. No more piles of shoes.


Rick Lupert



© 2018 Rick Lupert


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