06/12/2026
"In 'God Made Dirt, & Dirt Ain’t Popeyes,' a meticulously constructed broken sestina, [Bernardo Wade] describes the hunger of New Orleans as a city where 'someone / simmers the cayenne-soaked grease bucket like / God lit the fire because He felt a mother’s pressure, like / he wanted a day off from feeding these children.' Some of the most haunting moments in these poems are tied closely to their landscape, a place where blue lights and sirens are always 'knifing through the night' after 'hot-blooded men.'"
Bernardo Wade’s poetry stopped us in our tracks and gave us the chills in the best of all possible ways. Bernardo’s going to give a phenomenal reading at our Babylon Salon Summer 2026 Performance and we can’t wait to hear it!
Tomorrow! 6/13 at 5:30pm. Our usual stomping grounds, The Sycamore!
At the core of this collection is Wade’s complex relationship with his father, whose presence is at once both painful and familiar.