… on area #NMpoetry events approaching on the event horizon,
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…because it's 2nd Tuesday & time for Kenneth Gurney's monthly event. I'd go on and add others, make this a monster update but won't because I'm trying to cut down on going down the garden cyberpaths of both multitasking and its subspecies, the monster update. #NMpoetry reminders, tagged for Twitter, usually go through Facebook but share does not work from closed groups.I am delighted to forward this announcement that Julie Brokken will be the featured poet at the Adobe Walls open mike reading, 7 pm, Tuesday, October 9, Page One, SW corner of Juan Tabo at Montgomery.
This wonderful poetry reading series takes place on the second Tuesday evening each month, and is hosted by Kenneth P. Gurney, creator and editor of the periodical Adobe Walls: an anthology of New Mexico Poetry, published approximately twice annually, beginning in 2010, with stunning cover photo of old (crumbling) adobe buildings!
I hope to see many of you there! Yours for powerful poetry, Billy Brown
…because today is National Poetry Day in the UK. So let's celebrate it with our own event or activity. We can do this for the rest of the month too. Check out the Facebook page, Twitter too @poetrydayUKSmells of baking remind me of you.....
Your red apron, my small striped one with the torn pocket.
Your soft stretched skin, fingers kneading dough
into a ball. My fat floury hands
grasped for your amber necklace,
Quick, Phoebe, the oven!
You played with flavours,
made little blobs of buttery dough on the tray
Your warm kitchen, my safe haven.
You taught me your language:
bicarbonate of soda, self-raising flour, vanilla extract,
millilitres of milk, grams of sugar:
caster, muscovado, granulated.
Now your apron hangs empty on the peg.
I wear it from time to time; mine with the torn pocket
doesn't fit anymore.
She is the class of crazy that inspires adoration.Click and read the rest of the winning poems
She stacks vices like bracelets, works herself into hysterics,
Don't give her matches she will pinch them till her fingers scorch.
I know she is gorgeous like a thunderstorm, but stop trying to hold her hand.
Her heart is too heavy for you to lift.
Her pain is impossible, you can keep wrapping your arms around her but she'll never stay upright.
Her stares are hospital corridors, passageways hiding chaos and anguish.
'No, you can't have a cigarette.'
She lost the ring that I gave her; on ardent impulse I wanted to throw her a lifebelt.
A reminder that she and I are washed up on the same shore.
Being with her is like seeing Alice drink the vial, watching herself become vast and destructive.
I cannot keep her safe; I cannot bear to watch her fold.
…a poetry tribute at Teatro Paraguas Studio, 3205 Calle Marie, Santa Fe on October 12-21, Fridays and Saturdays at 7:00 pm and Sundays at 2:30 pm.
