the prostitute and the mania of a waning MoonI start writing the words black notebook and pen likebutter on biscuits steaming from the oven quick slidthe ease of melt where a mouth fitslike it does a kiss just remember this is whywe close our eyesto se…
closing the epilogue ticket window and every question lingerslike a seed waiting for answers in cycles of the rainingpaint from ceilingsdisguised as skiesI only know to come herewhen I am thirstywith just my soul in towbagging life with what my h…
what the rain couldn’t hear was time is a mistress of moreGoddessriddling the windwith her tongues on our clockscarvingour dark beginsour peel scraped endsour molecules thinned enough to birth light ineach element of usin all the spacethat elect…
staining the exitsthe house is all ghosts and no bonesas if pall-bearing death itselfwill watch the wind all day take my breath intothe quiet that tapping keysgives birth tomy every unknownmy every outcome my every lovemy every stonethrown in wishesat …
feeding the dark hemssack-cloth rivers watch timestacking each carvedclearly identifiable featurethe Sun can sell of youto pair gravity withrise the probabilities by the day and flood the outcomesin the languagesof dreams at nighttell de…
We had a great time at Valentine’s last week when NGS #14 rolled into our favorite slam venue. The night started out slow, but as soon as we started the
Starting only about a half hour late, el presidente, Thom Francis began the open mic with his poem of being “… in your cold embrace …” “Shackle” followed by Prof. Daniel Nester’s long piece about being run over by a lawnmower when he was 19 & s…
There was a group gathered in front of the UAG Gallery on Lark St. at 7:30 for the 7:30 sign-up, but the gallery was dark, so we wandered off, collectively & singly, but then wandered back & there was Rob dragging out the sign & the lights …
It has taken a while but I’m losing my nostalgia for the Lark Tavern, the grieving process is coming to an end, with the success & vibrancy of this series at McGeary’s. Perhaps it is the cozy back room where poets listen to poets, where the shocke…
We had a “small, but mighty crowd” Monday night at Professor Java’s for the monthly Wide Open Mic. Poets Kevin Peterson, Dain Brammage, Ed Rinaldi, and Laura (new name to
What a great way to kick off 2012! The poets gathered at Valentines this past Tuesday for the 9th edition of the Nitty Gritty Slam. After taking a little abuse
