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Sing Poetry Out Loud

Sing Poetry Out Loud

[lisakamolnick]

The Joys of the 68th Annual Poetry Festival

I recently returned from Murfreesboro, Tennessee, where the Poetry Society of Tennessee held its 68th Annual Poetry Festival. The event was a partnership of the society, Poetry in the Boro, and MTSU Write. The society’s first in-person festival since before COVID (and first-ever hybrid event) featured a morning plenary session by Christian J. Collier and four separate tracks for the afternoon,…

The Joys of the 68th Annual Poetry Festival

[10000poets]

The Schizophrenic Cat

by Phyllis Sparta

You rise up from a soft contented curl,

And stretch - all idleness personified;

Until as to some wild and secret call;

You tense - and like a jungle beast defied;

You charge, and chase your prey - in paper bags

Whose caverns deep and dark you prowl and roam.

Emerging from that jungle maze, you blink

To find yourself still shackled by a home

And leap - as though possessed - atop the screen,

But soon descend - and curl once more to dream,

And conquer that wild kingdom you survey.

Awakening, you flatten ears and pounce -

My unsuspecting toe becomes a mouse -

And thus you loose yourself - I understand;

One needs that other world within a house -

That world of magic space inside the halls,

Which nevermore can be confined - by walls.

(From her book Tag-Ends)

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Sandra Simonds, “Lines Written on Nursery Wall”

You bring a stalk of bamboo                       to the flu room.                       Hot pink Buddha offers           some bullet-like pills from his plastic fingers. Oh high above the pecan tree, my dead grandfather  walks Basil and Maestro, our two standard poodles. One’s beard is oily  from the wheel of brie he’s stolen from the kitchen counter.

      The world works. Even from here.                  I can hear the buzz                  of machines, the clicks                             of pens, the secretary’s                                          repressed anger                                         (bites the inside of her cheek),                              the weird light of computer screens.

       The world works wonders: the cashier at                       Kmart rings up                another self-tanning lotion. She rings                           up August, the ocean, a string                             bikini on younger flesh. Nude on bronze.                                       Saltwater fish.

                The sand is piled high.                          It makes a wave over the pecan tree.                            Soon a tsunami will wash away the house, nursery.

                                       Nothing left but a palm frond,                                        white long bone.

                     Goodbye dog, tree, grandfather                      with your elk-tipped cane.

                     The world works          but not today. Not for me. Fever and the walls                      painted with sharks and starfish.

                               There is so much aqua, histamine.

                                          Buddha, bring me another                                           slice of pineapple.

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Source: Poetry (2010)

[torridian]

TL Open Mic Recap: A Celebration of the Arts

TL Open Mic Recap: A Celebration of the Arts

On Saturday, August 30th TL Publishing Group hosted the 11th installment of their open mic series at The Bunker. The Bunker is a quaint coffee shop located in the heart of Ybor City. The venue’s space provided an intimate setting, which added to the overall ambiance of the night. In addition, The Bunker offers a delectable variety of menu items, free wifi, comfortable seating, and an outdoor…

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