Leah Umansky:

a “mad men sculpture” oooh.

Originally posted on Fortune:

AMC’s hit show about advertising execs is about to be set in stone before it’s even over.

‘Mad Men’ will be immortalized—just for the summer—with a sculpture outside of the Time-Life Building at 1271 Avenue of the Americas in Manhattan.

The building is home to the offices of Time Inc magazines such as Fortune, Sports Illustrated, Time, Entertainment Weekly, and Essence. In the show, it’s home to the fictional Sterling, Cooper & Partners, which early on in the series relocates its offices there from Madison Avenue.

It’s under wraps as to what the sculpture is made of, and what it depicts, but the show’s creator Matthew Weiner — along with cast members Jon Hamm, Christina Hendricks, January Jones, Elisabeth Moss and John Slattery — will all be on hand to unveil the work of art on Monday, March 23. In a press release, AMC said the sculpture is “designed by…

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Leah Umansky:

Cant wait to read here, next week!

Originally posted on The Saint Rose English Blog:

Poet and teacher Leah Umansky and author Sean H. Doyle will be kicking off the Frequency North Reading Series for Spring 2015. Their readings will take place on Thursday, March 19 at 7:30pm in Standish Rooms, located on the second floor of the College of Saint Rose’s Events and Athletics Center.

Copies of the authors’ books will be available for purchase and signing.  The program is free and open to the public.


Leah Umansky is the author of the Mad Men–inspired chapbook, Don Dreams and I Dream (Kattywompus Press 2014) and a full-length collection, Domestic Uncertainties (Blazevox 2013). Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Poetry,The Brooklyn Rail, and Coconut Poetry. She is presently at work on her second full-length collection. She also hosts and curates the COUPLET Reading Series in NYC. She was named #7 in Flavorwire’s list of 23 Poets Who Will Make You Pay Attention to Poetry…

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New March readings have been posted, as well as April AWP15 events at


Time out NY 12.12.14

Time out NY 12.12.14

Honored to be featured with these other great writers!  Thanks Tiffany Gibert, Books Editor,  Time Out New York

Read more, http://www.timeout.com/newyork/books/10-chapbooks-to-read-now

This Is A Love Poem

Leah Umansky:

Thank you to John Ebersole & the Philadelphia Review of Books for publishing ” This is a Love Poem,” which will appear in my next full-length collection.

Originally posted on The Philadelphia Review of Books:


by Leah Umansky

I will herald my ghosts

I will braid our pasts

I will unlid secrets

I will forest bruises

I will strange love

I will cabinet the lies

I will haunch the hurt

I will expunge order

I will temper the liked

I will pale the bad

I will away the soiled

I will hush the undone

I will stab the fault

I will dream the lie

I will sweet the love

I will still the brood

I will play the stars

I will pronounce the naked

I will index chance

I will darling the crookt

I will soldier the dreams

I will pageant the breaks

I will cycle the jitters

I will sing the caring

I will belly the upset

I will feast comfort

I will turn the certain

I will empty the dark

I will flame the barbarous

I will shun the ills

I will repine…

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To This


Sometimes the thing is to keep the worth to stave-away, flaunted, and to kind what is uncertain. Sometimes the nave of a barrier is wrapped in story; the vice of what seems innocent is easily imitated and horned. Sometimes vestments are just barricades; careless wounds are just applied sadness. The afternoons are just wide-losses. The pleasure of what we see with our eyes is brief and the love we want is in the boughs. Sometimes the gathering of delight is seething and we are born into this too late.  Sometimes time is a trick;  the trick is time, or the trick is to not think about time. Sometimes we feel we have come too far already. Sometimes is a long word. Days feel moved. What is cast, is netted.  I want a sea-wind to roam in; a call to send me home.  Sometimes I show the last-times to my heart. I hold the wide-open with prongs. I want to free the crimson that hovers. Sometimes, I sing to the very end. I change the legend.  Sometimes, I am the legend. Sometimes, the legend becomes this.


© Umansky 2014



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