floating and leaving no trace
Robert Okaji (his site is O at the Edges) has sent me a new entry for the January 2017 Open Mic Page. Can you believe it? I’ll post at least one more entry of my own before the month overtakes us all.
In the meantime, please head over to the January 2017 Open Mic Page to listen to Robert’s velvet tones, and make sure to stop by his site (if you aren’t already following him). If you don’t, you are missing out.
It’s a new year. We’ve all got these feelings still building up inside us like moisture inside a kernel of popcorn If we don’t let them out soon, POP! out insides will be outsides and no amount of butter and salt will make it better.
I’m here for you. The January 2017 Open Mic is now open for you to record your poems/songs/rants/diatribes. But please, no money-making schemes.
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Kat Ice Men
https://legerelibris.wordpress.com/2017/01/03/january-open-mic/
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Pleasant Street it is not as if I kept a list
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Poet Rummager Petula, the Duck
https://poetrummager.com/2017/01/16/petula-the-duck/
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crow the escape of air
words: the escape of air (20161121)
audio:
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Robert Okaji How to Write a Poem
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crow the the taste of failure
words: the the taste of failure (20160923)
audio:
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Stephanie L. Harper Anatomy of a Fustercluck
words: Rattle: Ekphrastic Challenge, January 2016: Editor’s Choice
audio:
You know what they say, when it rains, you get really, really wet.
Or something.
The first two entries for the December Open Mic are:
Pleasant Street, with patches. You really, really ought to follow her blog.
And, the surprising, delightful Poet Rummager. I call her Rose, and it’s not on account of her thorns. You know, cause that’s her name. Her whimsical open mic entry, Frost, is about one hot momma and a really, really icy boyfriend.
Check out the links on the December Open Mic page and do yourself a favor: recording something and send me the link. I’ve been busy bossing the elves around in the workshop and I really, really don’t want to leave you a lump of coal.
HO HO HO!
No, I’m not making personal remarks. It’s that time of year when fat, bearded guys like me laugh maniacally and write poetry about reindeer and snow and yule logs.
Mmm… logs…
So, give me the gift I really want instead of socks or a tie. Submit to the Open Mic.
SUBMIT
Santa commands you!
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Pleasant Street
patches
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Poet Rummager
Frost
Here it is, the last post I am adding to the November Open Mic. It is my own piece. I realized that I couldn’t close the month without contributing something. My wife even told me that would be “bad form.”
I thank you all for listening, and for checking out the November Open Mic page for all the other great contributions.
Tomorrow is the first day of December. Start thinking about what you want to post this last month of a very long, very turbulent year. How many artists did we lose, how much hope, how much starlight gave way to the pitch of night?
Just remember, we’re all stars. We all shine. We can fill the night sky with fire.
Crow
long enough (words)
We’ve got another great poem from Pleasant Street from Are You Thrilled. Check it out along with the rest of this month’s offerings right here.
You should also go check out her site. Lots of good stuff there.
Y’all should hop on over to the November Open Mic page and check out the latest offering by Poet Rummager, our very own Rose. It’s so fun, you’ll croak.
You should also make the leap and follow her blog. I’d say more, but I have a frog in my throat.
That’s right. Voeko has linked a great little short story all about taking that big step into the dark. Well, I’ll let you listen (and watch).
Here’s her site (which you should visit).
Here’s the November Open Mic page (which you should visit and participate in).
the runcheon rattles, its chains are long
it keens a ghostly murder song
upon the moors, upon the heath
with rasping, fetid, icy breath
the runcheon rattles, its chains unwind
with wailing moan it hunts though blind
across the meadow, out of the wood
where no child ventures whose soul is good
the runcheon rattles, its chains pulled taut
’tis bloody though it lacks a heart
amidst the town, within the lane
it shudders in the cold and rain
the runcheon rattles, its chains a ruin
its labored breath a grating tune
beyond the hedge, through the gate
it tarries not lest it be late
the runcheon rattles, by chains unbound
all too soon its prey’s been found
upon your hearth a sudden frost
the runcheon rattles–and you are lost
Yes, that title isn’t lying. The wonderful Rose, our own Poet Rummager, has graciously added a new reading to the October Open Mic page. Check out her sites here (poetrummager) AND here (slashermonster).
You can catch all the sweet voices on the Open Mic Page.
Also, consider this your last reminder for October to get your readings in for this month. Seriously, people.
Words and Feathers 