September Open Mic

It’s that time, the first of the month. I COMMAND YOU to participate in the Open Mic invitation.

If only I hadn’t skip-read that book on mind control.

Here’s what you do:

  1. Record yourself reading one of your own works.
  2. Post it on your site.
  3. Include a link to this site in your post.
    OR Comment on that month’s call for entries
    OR send me a message using the contact form.
  4. I will post a link with your name and poem title RIGHT HERE.
  5. It’s an open mic invitation. NOT a challenge.

Some tips:

  • Go simple.
    I record using my iPhone, then email/share the file with myself. I very rarely edit it, unless I really waited too long to start talking.
  • Want better quality?
    You can get a relatively inexpensive mic on Amazon that you can hook up to your computer. Some of there come with editing software. If I do edit, I use Audacity on the Mac. It’s free and pretty easy to use. There’s a version for Windows, too.
  • Hosting.
    If you pay WordPress to host your site, you can add your audio by clicking on the Add Media button in the post editor. Have the free WordPress? You have options.All of the sites below will let you upload audio. Some will host for free up to a certain amount of storage. (I think with Youtube, you’ll have to upload a movie, but you use a still image and add your poem.)

  • Questions?
    Ask below or contact me using the contact form (up above). I’ll try to help you out!
  • And if you have any tips, feel free to share them!

 


September 2016

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crow
ocean hand

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Pleasant Street from Are You Thrilled
Naked in espadrilles

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Poet Rummager (my thorny Rose)
Into Gray

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Pleasant Street from Are You Thrilled
acid rain

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Poet Rummager
Fifty Words Story: Gratitude

unfinished (20160927)

let us leave
all other things
unfinished

figures emerging half-formed
from the stone
clay still marred by bumps
and fingerprints
brushstrokes broad and
uneven
nails sticking out of the wood
shoes untied

only let me tell you
about my love
and how it too is
unfinished
unpolished
unapologetic
willing to consume
anything and everything
that grows like a choking weed
between us

——

for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: unfinished

trumpet (20160925)

like harold hill with his baton
in his hand
[get your mind out of the gutter]
waiting on magic he doesn’t believe in
it took someone else to blow the
trombone [seriously, gutter mind]
to open his eyes

it was easy to watch those pastel
musicals and think love was a
recursive function
that called itself without end

but sometimes you have to put up
with the pbs station pledge drive
before you can get back to
robert preston and shirley jones
and the magical costume changes
in the last five minutes
and you can hear the great creatore
and the recursive functions runs
and runs
and blows a trumpet like gabriel
with wings on fire

the taste of failure (20160923)

i’ll tell you what failure
tastes like

tastes like needles
tastes like need
tastes like less
tastes like a fucking mirror
chewed up over a lifetime
tastes like glass
tastes like cold silver
welling up behind your tongue
tastes like every dream
you ever had
tastes like every nightmare
you ever had
tastes like staring
into the other lane of traffic
tastes like that shadow
in the corner of the room
tastes like a mouth
full of blood

september sky (20160920)

out walking
under this late
september sky

promised thunderstorms
never saw a drop of rain
dirty mud drops
spotted the bonnet of the car
where they dried

the air stinks of rain
refusing to fall
and diesel
–petrichor and fuel–
making me remember
autopia and the submarine ride
at disneyland

they don’t
take paper tickets
anymore

the blue in the sky
a cobalt strike
like earth when
you take her picture from space
clouds rolling
blisters of grey and
not quite white

i remember autumn
by the smell of leaves
wet sticky ones–all wilted lettuce
and dry ones–crackling thin potato chips

bring on the equinox
i’m ready for a day with
an equal amount of light
and darkness