I made my poetry slam debut last week. Sponsored by one of our high school seniors, I smiled “maybe” when she invited me to slam. Though intrigued, I had written little poetry to date.
Two days before the event, I resurrected a stream-of-consciousness piece from my cell phone. I revised. Rehearsed. Then spoke from my heart.
Update Your Progress: February 8, 2017 at 6:24 AM Goodreads reminder: you started reading The Memory Book 41 days ago Update your progress My dad died 34 days ago is that what you're asking? dictate words into cell phone read "time flies" on WaPo Update your progress Calls and emails unanswered Members of Congress ignored voter suppression et al he became president Update your progress We marched in Helena 10,000 strong The woman beside me said, "isn't it nice to be around thinkers?" Update your progress I fell on my driveway wrist to shoulder swallowed whole old anti-inflammatories got me through Update your progress I returned to the treadmill to walk and to read Muslim ban and Cabinet nominees sabotaged my mind Update your progress Page 264 93 more my heart bleeds for our country my father rests in peace