I went to a poetry reading on Friday night and heard some very amazing work. Poets who put themselves out there with bravery thrill me...they are such gifts to the world. I enjoyed every second and felt that preciously fleeting but sweet inspiration. I'm going back soon and will read my own stuff too.
an excerpt from one (untitled) I heard Friday night:
...Winter melts, she shys away,
quiet like the silence a dying star makes.
I'm a jailbird to your music,
a criminal in your prayers,
I watch you when you're sleeping
even when you're not there...
-- C. Reiss
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