Well, a tremendous amount of stuff has happened since our last update. The June show (shame, in case you didn’t know) went off rather nicely. So nicely that we couldn’t fit all of our Readers into the live show. We recorded them after and their pieces can all be found HERE. You guys are the reason we do this. You are Greatness.

The TITANS OF TALKING supershow went down at The Earl. It was seven layers of Spectacular. If you were not in attendance, go with whatever pops into your head when I string the words “Spoken”, “Word”, “Mega” and “Event” together in a sentence. Throw in some “Drag-Mime”, “Stand Up” and “Movie Trailers” and you might start to get a snapshot in your head of the ludicrousness that was TITANS OF TALKING. We had such a good time (and turnout) that the current discussion is all about doing it again. We’ll keep you posted.

The next show is a big deal. For us, at least. July will mark the One Year Anniversary of Naked City Atlanta. The theme, appropriately enough, is GLORY.

We’ve had such a surge of amazing Readers hook into the show and become regular attendees that we are officially unveiling our “Lottery” system. No longer will it be first come, first served. From now on, when you show up to read, you sign up, your number goes in the bucket and we’ll pull the first eleven out. There. No more politics and fandango. Like so much else in life, it’s all random chance. We’ll still be recording Readers after the show, of course. So, if you don’t get in, you’ll still get uploaded on our SoundCloud account. In fact, now there’s a link to our SoundCloud page over on your left. Its a little bitty icon that says “Click on this!”

Go on. Click it. You know you want to.

Anyway, Happy Birthday to us. Just two more decades and we’ll be eligible to drink. Woo Hoo! Hope to see you there. We’ll have cake. It’ll be cool.


SPECIAL EVENT! The Titans of Talking, this Friday June 14th

Your favorite Naked City hosts, Bernard and Gina, will be hosting an event this Friday at the Earl ( ) at 9:30 pm. This crazy night came about essentially within the space of an afternoon of crazed emailing back and forth. Deisha, goddess of Bang! Arts, had a lead on a space at the Earl, and instead of filling it with music, she decided to fill it with writers and people that are creating the fabric of this Crazy Atlanta lit scene quilt!

So, We will host, and will have an *extremely* limited number of spots for people to sign up and read in. That’s right, YOU could take the stage along with readers from Write Club, Hyde Atl, Scene Missing and The Five Hundred.

Note:  So, the doors open at 9pm. The show starts at 9:30pm. You wanna read at the show, you find me or Gina right at 9pm and tell us so. 6 minute time limit. No theme. Everybody spins the Wheel. We have 5 spots. They’re gonna go quick.    -B

The wheel will be there. Prizes will be there. Candy will be thrown. And there will be two, insane, unprecedented  matches in the Write Club portion of the evening, featuring bouts of the Write Club hosts (Myke Johns and Nick Tecosky) and GINA vs BERNY.

Fuck guys.  We want all of y’all to meet each other, and to get a taste of what each event brings to the city.  There are even More events happening out there, but we can’t fit them all into one night.  This happened so quickly, with such enthusiasm from each show…it’s gonna be a singular fucking night.

See you there. Let’s party.




May’s Theme is PANIC (May day, may day…)


Hello, dear Nudies!! This is Gina, cohost and cohort of Naked City, writing my very first blogsicle post here. HURRAY!

Spring has sprung, and we are all drowning in the yellow froth of tree excitement in Atlanta.  My allergy remedy is lots of local honey in whiskey.  Either it works, or I’m too shit-faced to care.

Last month’s party at the Goat Farm Arts Center was one for the books: a joyous, truthful, rowdy mess that we thoroughly enjoyed (and we hope you did, too).

We’re getting new faces to watch and read, and having a glorious time watching our little Circus take shape as the months go by.

This coming show, on May 6th,  brings us a theme I personally find to be as resonant as a tuning fork rattling my skull: PANIC.  Take that word and whatever it makes you think of and write 5 minutes, or prepare whatever makes sense to you.  If you get a slot, that time is yours to do whatever you like. Seriously.

As always, we want your words, we want your voices, we want to have a word party with you.  Bring your friends, bring your enemies.

Let’s get jittery together!



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In with a Bang, Out with a… Bang!

March 2013So, Monday’s show went swimmingly, I think. Thanks, Annalise Kaylor, for the photo of us being awesome.

We had eleven readers, some strong pieces, a lot of new faces in the audience and I got to pay one of our readers 5 bucks to slap themselves in the face repeatedly in front of God and everybody. I wish I had a photo of that!

I’m beginning to think I’m not a very nice person.

Why do we call them readers? Not all of them read anything when they’re up on the mic. We get at least a couple of extemporaneous storytellers every month. I am always encouraging prospective… ‘people who want to get up on the mic’ to get creative. (we gotta come up with a better term)

Naked City is a laboratory. Experiment. Play. Reach beyond your boundaries and bring the weird. Sing a song. Recite Epic Poetry. Do an interpretive Lap Dance while reciting the Bhagavad Gita backwards. You get Five minutes. It’s all you .Step outside the proverbial box and then poop on it.

Not literally. Please don’t poop on our stage.

Perhaps we should call them something else? Performers? Boring. Speakers? Even more boring. How about Enlighteners? Soothsayers? Contestants? Faces? Most Honorable And Revered Dispensers of Truth!!?

Whatever. I’ll take any suggestions you got. Until then they’re still Readers.

Anyway, Nathan Spicer brought a piece but he didn’t get in the show. A lesson in the virtue of Timeliness, I suppose. It is a sweet little fable that I wish I’d gotten to hear. Take a gander.



It’s weird and seems complicated, this prompt. For the record, it came out of the old March adage, “In like a lion, out like a lamb.” Gina and I were discussing the theme and it was either that or something about weird Hares.

But really, it’s a reference to T.S. Eliot‘s poem ‘The Hollow Men‘ which I shall refer to without permission (y’know, cuz he’s dead).

Its a nice flyer. Awesome really. It was done by our beautiful and talented friend April, who makes such things for the monies and also is the art director for a business that sells sex furniture.

Yes. I just pimped sex furniture. She made our flyer and has worked on our posters out of the goodness of her heart. It’s the least I could do.

It occurs to me that I find it odd that there are people who need special furniture to have sex, but then I realize that there are also people who are having so much sex that special furniture upon which to have said sex seems like a reasonable proposition. I am disturbed by how jealous that makes me.

Also, we are doing another show. It’s Monday, March 4th. Did I mention that we have moved to Mondays? Well, we have. Deal with it. We are no longer a Wednesday kind of show. We are now officially a Monday kind of thing. I think that’s fine. It gives me something to look forward to on a Monday. I hope you feel the same.

Oh, and as an added bonus, we’ve changed our minimum ticket price to $5.

Talk about burying the lead.


We’re Back!

Ah, February. Valentine’s Day. The month of Love!
The final leg of Winter’s dark journey towards the bright, green days of Spring.

In honor of this, the tenderest of months, we entreat you to join us as we celebrate and explore that concept which most readily leaps to mind when contemplating affairs of the heart:



Join us at The Goat Farm Monday, February 4th for an evening of aggression, pain and  adrenaline!

The Show starts at 9pm.

Be there or else I’ll hit you.

Exciting News!!!

Attention Citizens, we shall be moving to The Goat Farm Arts Center for our December show. We shall be playing in their coffee house space, The Warhorse.

I love that name. The Warhorse.

It sounds like the sort of place that old spies hang out in to reminisce about The Cold War and all the friends and lovers they have lost.
A place to drown ones bitter remembrances in and lament the death of one’s own humanity.

Ah, regret. You are such a sweet, sweet bitch.

You’ll find us here:

The Warhorse@The Goat Farm Arts Center
1200 Foster Street Northwest
Atlanta,GA 30318

Welcome, Citizens!

This is our new website. Obviously it is under construction.

We have lots of exciting things planned. These include:

  • Podcasts of our shows
  • Photos of our shows
  • Writing prompts and submitted pieces
  • Contests!
  • Prizes!! PRIZES!!!!!!!!
  • A Forum for discussions, trolling and flame wars. FLAME WARS!!!!!!!!!!
  • The Official Wheel Of Consequences Information Center
  • Random Nonsense!
  • Exclamation Points!!!!!!
  • …and much, much, yadda, yadda, yadda, etc.