Rick Lupert zooms into The Hive. We read Robert Creeley’s poem “I Know a Man,” and shamelessly display our ignorance about the great Robert Creeley, who did indeed, sometimes wear an eyepatch, and who was a powerful and engaging reader. Rick Lupert reads some fruit poems from his current book, I Am Not Writing a Book of Poems in Hawaii,  inspired by his vacation with his family to Hawaii. 

Rick Lupert has been involved in the Los Angeles poetry community since 1990.  He is the recipient of the 2014 Beyond Baroque Distinguished Service Award for service to the Los Angeles poetry community. 

His poetry has appeared in numerous magazines and literary journals, including The Los Angeles Times, Rattle, Chiron Review, and others.  He edited the anthologies A Poet’s Siddur Ekphrastia Gone Wild, The Night Goes On All Night – Noir-Inspired Poetry and, A Poet’s Haggadah: Passover through the Eyes of  Poets, and is the author of 27 books, including: Paris: It’s The Cheese, I Am My Own Orange County, Mowing Fargo, I’m a Jew. Are You?, Stolen Mummies, I’d Like to Bake Your Goods, A Man With No Teeth Serves Us Breakfast, We Put Things in Our Mouths, Sinzibuckwud!, Death of a Mauve Bat (Ain’t Got No Press), and more.

He also writes the Jewish poetry blog From The Lupertverse for the Los Angeles Jewish Journal.

Rick created and maintains the Poetry Super Highway, an online resource and publication for poets.

He lives in Newhall, California with his wife Addie, son Jude, and 3 cats.