floating and leaving no trace
Hey, you should head over to the open mic page for July RIGHT NOW because I just added two new readings. One about a monster who might just be an angel of mercy, and another a trip down memory lane. You’ll have to go to the page to see them.
And WHILE YOU’RE THERE, feel to leave a comment, and consider making a donation to my crusade to fill up this summer with the voices of poets.
the moon is cut
perfectly in half
my only companions are the crickets
and they hesitate
when they hear my footsteps
First call for the monthly Open Mic Invitation.
You know you want to lull me to sleep with your mesmerizing, velvety tones. So why not, I say. Why not? Grab an ice cold lemonade or iced tea (or an Arnold Palmer for those JUST CAN’T CHOOSE), wet your whistle, and hit record on your phone/computer/ultra modern recording studio.
We’re all waiting to hear you.
Here are the steps you need to take (reduced to three for a limited time):
I will post a link with your name and poem title RIGHT HERE and on the new Open Mic page (it’s above in the menu).
Remember, it’s an open mic invitation. NOT a challenge.
Also, if you can think of a way to improve the format, I’m all ears.
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Poet Rummager aka Rose Fluttering
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Crow the moon and the crickets
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Poet Rummager (aka Rose) Scylla
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Pleasant Street hotter than eggs on a pan
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REVELACIONES ÍNTIMAS DE UN ESCLAVO CAR-di-NAL
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Crow caught without umbrellas (20160727)
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Well, I said I’d do another reading, and I have. Here is is:
You can find the words to this poem here.
Also check those brave souls with amazing voices who submitted their own auditory offerings this month. And see the older Open Mic readings right here.
everything moves in a circle
what i have breathed in
i will breathe out
my spine pushes its way out
through the back of my neck
hot skin, dry eyes
no pain, just pressure
like when the doctor says
you may feel a little discomfort
everything moves in a circle
what i have breathed out
i must breathe in
heavy, dark wings
emerge from my back
black snake fireworks
intumescent ash and billowing smoke
rings of fire carving new bones
where my shoulder blades once were
these wings beat
throw dust into the air
create tornadoes of choking, blinding sand
but they cannot lift me
and my arms hang now useless and free
everything moves in a circle
what i will breathe in
i have already breathed out
I felt like doing a reading. I think I got my quiet voice on. I like it. It’s a cross of Garrison Keillor and Norman Bates.
Crow on not ruining you
So, I didn’t get a lot of people participating last month for the Open Mic invitation. And then it hit me. It was National Poetry Month and I was asking a bunch of poets who were tirelessly devoting themselves to making words stick to the page just so. What was I thinking? I should have known you’d be far too busy.
So, this is going to be a monthly thing. Each month, I will announce the opportunity for you to participate in the Open Mic. It is not a challenge. There are no rewards except getting to hear me sound ridiculous as I read my own poems (and maybe feel pretty good about how you nailed it.
Participate or I’ll have to post this every week. Every. Week.
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Here are the steps you need to take:
Also, if you can think of a way to improve the format, I’m all ears.
It’s an Elder Gods thing. I wish people wouldn’t stare.
**Hey, two NEW entries! Now we’re talking. Get it? Talking?
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Poet Rummager Counting Sheep
https://poetrummager.wordpress.com/2016/05/01/by-counting-sheep/
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BRH Car Park Blues – Open Mic
https://supazubablog.wordpress.com/2016/05/01/car-park-blues-open-mic/
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Crow on not ruining you–the words
on not ruining you (reading 20160509)
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Poet Rummager Three Haiku Poem: Suck the Poison
https://poetrummager.wordpress.com/2016/05/25/three-haiku-poem-suck-the-poison/
I’ve done it again. I am hear here to assault your ears with my reading of a poem I wrote earlier this week for NaPoWriMo. You know, using titles certainly makes it easier to refer to the poems, and to find them in my list of links.
I’d tell you to enjoy, but that might be asking too much.
Don’t forget, the Open Mic invitation is still, uh, open. SO… get busy. Record, post, drop a comment here, and I’ll add your link to the main sticky post. Let your voice live forever, just like mine will.
One of us. One of us.
Crow let us go (Poem 20160425)
As promised, I am posting me croaking out a poem. You can read the poem here, but really, let yourself be surprised.
I apologize for my voice. It is horrible.
Words and Feathers 