Continuing the epistles with another terzanelle.
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February 2016
A wordy post about my approach to poetry
Poetry
I had something of an epiphany last weekend: I largely prefer hearing poetry recited to actually reading it. Continue reading
Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Day 2 of hoping this doesn’t turn into a full-on cold…
Love,
Kevin
(17 February 2016)
Poets Against Hate and the whirlwind weekend
Poets Against Hate took place last Saturday. In all, 52 poems were read by 50 poets over the course of the afternoon, with the occasional musical interlude.
As you would expect from such a large group, the subject at hand was addressed from a variety of angles, from the personal to the political. One poem documented an instance of racial profiling by police. Another spoke of the poet’s experience growing up in the U.S. after having come here from another country. Another celebrated the poet’s neighborhood. Another addressed the continued incarceration of Leonard Peltier.
Number 40 on the program (after adjustments for absent poets), I read my poem I have questions. It was written in response to Charleston, but could easily apply to other events as well. As with my featured reading spot two days earlier, I had plenty of time for nerves to build up; the reading went well anyway.
Those who were unable to attend the event will have several opportunities to catch up. The event was recorded for both a podcast and later airing on the Seattle Channel. In addition, The Raven Chronicles plans to publish a collection of the poems read in early 2017.
The next part of my whirlwind weekend took place just a couple of hours later, as I attended another poetry reading north of Seattle. After two relatively high-profile events, it felt good to read for a smaller crowd and not be the center of attention. Still, having barely had time to wolf down a bowl of soup en route from one place to the other, I was quite tired by the time I got home.
That did not stop me from attending yet another reading the next day—again, more of a no-pressure setting. Since love and Valentine’s Day were the theme of the day, I read a few of my poems on the subject, from the romantic to the silly (I had to end on a laugh).
I spent yesterday’s holiday doing as little as possible. I figure I earned the break.
(16 February 2016)
When I want to get up for another cup of coffee, but am too warm and comfortable under the blankets (A poem)
Another small break from my series of epistles, this time largely due to my activities over the last few days.
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Dear Tuesday…
Dear Tuesday,
I know, you’re stuck with the Monday role this week. Next week, it’ll all be back to normal.
Love,
Kevin
(16 February 2016)
Our first date was on Valentine’s Day (A poem)
Back to the epistles again.
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Dear Monday…
Dear Monday,
Another holiday? Oh, Monday…
Love,
Kevin
(15 February 2016)
Dear Sunday…
Dear Sunday,
That was a much better night’s sleep, despite the interrupting cats…
Love,
Kevin
(14 February 2016)
First Time Done
Last night was my first time as a featured reader. Although I was late in selecting which poems I might read, I showed up prepared.
To my surprise, although I had read at this venue before (during the open-mic sections), I was increasingly nervous as the hour approached. My digestive system tried to stage a mini-revolt, briefly causing me to wonder if I would ever make it up to the podium.
Then my turn finally arrived, and all that went away. I avoided an awkward opening statement, uncomfortable pauses, and major stumbling over words, reading a selection of poems in a loud, (mostly) clear voice. I saw no signs of boredom or impatience in the audience, and the lines that should have gotten laughs got laughs. The two-minute warning I set on my phone (a ringtone made from ‘Moments in Love’, by The Art of Noise) even went off between poems, so I was able to get to my closing poem without incident.
The only real misfire—as such—was that I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I completely forgot about one of the poems I wanted to read. Even then, I did not realize that until afterwards, while I was in my car on the way home, so it’s really a moot point.
I do this again at the Green Lake branch of the Seattle Public Library on March 12. In the meantime, I am one of 58 poets (at last count) participating in Poets Against Hate at SPL’s Central Library this Saturday.
(12 February 2016)

