Tag: poetry

Open Mic for July

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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):

  1. Record yourself reading one of your own works.
  2. Post it on your site (or Soundcloud or any other audio hosting site).
  3. Include a link to this post in your post;
    OR comment below;
    OR send me a message using the contact form.

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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Open Mic–Last Call for June

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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.

as we know it (20160629)

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i misread the signs
and altogether missed
the portents

slept through the ominous
omens and peculiar
prophecies

the rain of blood
should have been
my first clue

and i suppose the swarms
of frogs and locusts
and locust-frogs

might have hinted that
something
was up

but i was busy
holding your hand
so the end of the world

well
let’s just say
it could wait

saltwater (20160628)

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begin in water
a stinking slime
of protein chains
so many links
of uncut summer fat sausages

emerge from the last life
dripping wet and bloody
emerge into the next life
pave the way
dripping
wet
bloody

our veins, rivers
leading to the ocean
of the heart

the salty water of
our throbbing veins
our throbbing heart

one ocean with many names
one heart in so many chests
we float
we drown
we float again

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for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Water

doumo arigatou (20160627)

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a robot types this

you look at the screen
you say
no, those are words
from flesh and blood hands
bone-cored fingers
that is someone’s voice
trapped in amber
locked in photons

but

the rust in my wrists
and my grinding ball
bearings betray me
the processor of my heart
ticks ticks ticks
a cycle overheated
overclocked
my heat sink
overwhelmed

my summer vacation (20160626)

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i have sharpened corners
a six-sided box of a man

i don’t breathe anymore
so i can live my life backwards

everything flips
mirror-reversed

my past wriggles like a snake
drawn endlessly from my spine

a magician’s trick of
of unending handkerchiefs

outside a beautiful evening cools
while i think about

school and how far
i have run from learning

a damned
thing

how the stars came to be (20160625)

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when the world was new
and the sky was still
a thing of darkness
the animals strove to
fill it up with light

the lion
climbed the highest tree
filling the air with
the thunder of his roar
he became the sun

the fox
curled into a circle
near a lake where
her reflection blurred
and she became the moon

while the cat and the snake
argued over who would accompany
the fox in her nightly journeys
they did not see the finch
pluck hair from the lion’s mane
from the fox’s tail
and scatter them
through the darkness