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March 2017 Open Mic Invitation

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What’s that thing March comes in like? A lion? Are you ready to roar?

Well, lube up those lips and start your mouth exercises. It may be late, but it’s not never, so read one of your poems out loud, record it, and share it. Are you waiting for a written invitation?

Cause….

The Skinny:

  1. Record yourself reading one of your own works.
  2. Post it somewhere.
  3. Link to this post.
  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 can use a still image and add your poem.)I’ll even host it for you if like. Just email me the file.

  • 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!

March 2017

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Pleasant Street Benefit of a friend
words: https://areyouthrilled.com/2017/02/08/lengthy-courtship/
audio: 

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j matthew waters how blue is your heart
words AND audio: https://jdubqca.com/2017/03/10/how-blue-is-your-heart/

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Robert Okaji Scarecrow Pretends
words: https://slagreview.com/2017/01/17/robert-okaji-scarecrow-pretends-poem/
audio: 

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Pleasant Street will you let it go
words: https://areyouthrilled.com/2017/03/15/will-you-let-it-go/
audio: 

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Frank Hubeny White Snow Last Night
words AND audio: https://frankhubeny.blog/2017/03/16/white-snow-last-night/

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Poet Rummager FIVE HAIKU POEMS: PERSISTENT WINTER
words AND audio: https://poetrummager.com/2017/03/17/five-haiku-poems-persistent-winter/

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Dormiens VigiloMan in the Mandala
words AND audio: https://whilesleepingwatch.com/2017/02/24/man-in-the-mandala/

tiresias speaks from hades (20170306)

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what did oedipus see
after he pinned his eyes
in place in his skull

all

he banished himself
not because he was unfit to be king
not because he had brought a curse upon thebes
but now he could see light in every corner
under every stool

he could not bear the illumination

he was tempted to pull those pins free
but stayed his hand

if his eyes ever moved again
rolling in his sockets
their sudden freedom
would have blanketed him in darkness
and his sleep would have been peaceful
and his voice silent

silk (20170305)

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i let the spiders under my skin
with the understanding
that there would be spinning
in my blood

yet

i did not anticipate
the delicate tattooing
of your face and your name
on the inside of my skin
invisible in daylight
but available under near darkness

marrow for pigment and sharpened
spinnerets for needles
the gentle humming put me to sleep
many nights and i dreamed
of ink and web and shattering glass

with the lights out but for
a single candle
you can read my skin
and find yourself
stitched in glittering filament

apocalypse (20170302)

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he wandered for a year
among corpses and deserted buildings
one morning everyone had gone mad
and each body he found was
riddled with bullets
every cartridge emptied, every magazine spent

he hoped that, now,
since he really was the last man on earth
if he could find a woman,
he might finally get some action
but that seemed less likely
with each new sunset

animals avoided him
he thought, not out of fear
but out of some kind of pity

the supermarkets were still stocked
even though the fresh food had rotted
cans and boxes were plentiful
the food had expiration dates
years in advance
cereal bars and beef jerky

he never spotted another person
man or woman
and after a while
he stopped talking even to himself
he knew he’d never be able to bury the dead
not all of them
not even all of the ones
in his small hometown

guns were as plentiful as cans
of tuna and jars of peanut butter
but there wasn’t a single bullet left