“.. even after April by God there is no excuse for May,” which is to say, it doesn’t have to be National Poetry month for we Weeklies to be psyched about poems and the people that make them. To wit: we’re as-a-clam happy about the Premiere Open Mic event on Friday, May 9, at Greencup Books. Read the full story

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SURPRISE, SURPRISE! In this city, a mysterious package is the last thing you want to see at your front door. So it was with some trepidation that we tore into the envelope we found in our foyer a few weeks ago. And while it turned out that the contents were, in a sense, explosive, we didn’t have to call the bomb squad. If you want to know what all this double-talk is about, check out this week’s cover story.
Elsewheres in this week’s Weekly, you’ll find professions of love and more professions of love, plus a valentine to soul food as served at Vulcan this month and some heartfelt sentiments from Gordon Lightfoot.
And as usual, we’ve got pondering, poetry, laughs and delicious gossip.

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So sing the Sierra Leone Refugee All Stars, who might just be the most peace-loving and compassionate band in the world. Manic chess master Bobby Fischer could have learned a move or 10 from these guys, et up with bitter madness as he was while he lived. There’s really no excuse for the kind of invective Fischer favored (although the perpetual promise and perennial failures of mass transit in Birmingham could inspire similarly sorry talk).

In other news, it’s the beginning of the end for The Bomb Shelter and the last days of Pompeii. Have sweet dreams and write ‘em down and we’ll meet again on the other side.

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