Last night’s PACKED #poetryparty house, panorama by Joshua Kristal.
This is me in all my post-performance glory!
I got both of my books signed, I got hugs from Tracy K. Smith AND Philip Levine, oh and I even got...
thorny fingers flick the flesh
and i have thought
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
and you’re there but i cannot touch you
i cannot touch you
“This — For the Moon — Yes?” by Carl Sandburg.
from Slabs of the Sunburnt West, published in 1922.
“The Sound of the Trees” by Robert Frost.
Mountain Interval, 1916.
A poem submission by T.L. Kirk
I pull warm words out from my pocket and
Splatter them on yellowing leaflet pages
A literary Jackson Pollock
I stand over my canvas,
Let the brush dance and
Fill the floor with a series of pirouettes and pliés
Won’t the crowd love me?
Litter my feet with round, red roses
But please,
Remove the thorns