Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Poetry Brain
"Poetry is a different area if the brain [from prose] - much closer to music and mathematics." Margaret Atwood, BBC Radio 3, June 1995
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Crossroads Coffeehouse Reading Last Night
Great readings last night at the Crossroads Coffeehouse- 310 Southwest Blvd, Kansas City, Mo
64108. First time I've read in a while - but the crowd was great and seemed appreciative to all the readers. Several readers on hand that I know but some new ones too.
A thanks to the owners of the Crossroads Coffeehouse for
sponsoring the event. They plan to do it every third Friday.
Pat Burge on the left reading.
Shawn Pavey lower left reading
A thanks to the owners of the Crossroads Coffeehouse for
sponsoring the event. They plan to do it every third Friday.
Pat Burge on the left reading.Shawn Pavey lower left reading
Magpie 104: To Be
She finds it exasperating
she has the duty
to be—
the plastic clown
the elastic
cheerleader
the Wal-Mart greeter
picking up the slack
the life coach
the mom
the wife
spiritual guru
on the scrapheap of life
Michael A. Wells
Friday, February 17, 2012
Finally Friday
It's finally Friday. Yeah!
A bit of an oddity to report - I went nearly two weeks without a Diet Coke but alas I had one last night. That's a really long time for me to abstain. It is a legitimate food group in my book.
Lot of ups and downs this week, and there is nothing metaphorical about that comment. Some grueling work days and some good stuff too. There was Valenine's Day. That evening - well, after midnight our time we got a call from our youngest daughter Meghan. To set the stage you need to realize that clear back to her high school days Meghan would always stop if she reallized it was 11:11 be it AM or PM and say, "11:11 Make a Wish." So a 11:11PM (her time) she is awaken by Brandon who tells her it's 11:11 and to make a wish. (I picture her as perhaps a we bit foggy as she is waking up... anyway, I'm sure her eyes popped wide open as he presented her with an engagement ring. How freek'n romantic is that! The guy has class.
I'm reading tonight at an open mic. I have no read in a while. I used to read publicly fairly frequently but not so much these days. Having been under the weather off and on these past three months - at times with incessent coughing, I'm a little nervous about tonight. I've been beter these past few days but even yesterday as I was ingagued in a lenthly meeting with a cliant my throat became a little horse and I was fighting back coughing sperts.
A mail bag note for the week: On Wednesday I received a cool Valentine from Kelli Agodon... The poet Pablo Neruda on the front... it was a cool picture and of course what poet would better represent the best of Valentine's day. Thank you Kell!
That's it for this morning... wish me good luck tonight!
A bit of an oddity to report - I went nearly two weeks without a Diet Coke but alas I had one last night. That's a really long time for me to abstain. It is a legitimate food group in my book.
Lot of ups and downs this week, and there is nothing metaphorical about that comment. Some grueling work days and some good stuff too. There was Valenine's Day. That evening - well, after midnight our time we got a call from our youngest daughter Meghan. To set the stage you need to realize that clear back to her high school days Meghan would always stop if she reallized it was 11:11 be it AM or PM and say, "11:11 Make a Wish." So a 11:11PM (her time) she is awaken by Brandon who tells her it's 11:11 and to make a wish. (I picture her as perhaps a we bit foggy as she is waking up... anyway, I'm sure her eyes popped wide open as he presented her with an engagement ring. How freek'n romantic is that! The guy has class.
I'm reading tonight at an open mic. I have no read in a while. I used to read publicly fairly frequently but not so much these days. Having been under the weather off and on these past three months - at times with incessent coughing, I'm a little nervous about tonight. I've been beter these past few days but even yesterday as I was ingagued in a lenthly meeting with a cliant my throat became a little horse and I was fighting back coughing sperts.
A mail bag note for the week: On Wednesday I received a cool Valentine from Kelli Agodon... The poet Pablo Neruda on the front... it was a cool picture and of course what poet would better represent the best of Valentine's day. Thank you Kell!
That's it for this morning... wish me good luck tonight!
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Friday Night Open Mic Locally
Feb 17h - Reading at
CROSSROADS COFFEE HOUSE
OPEN MIC 7PM
310 Southwest Blvd. K.C., MO 64108
310 Southwest Blvd. K.C., MO 64108
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Confession Tuesday - Valentine Edition
Dear Reader:
It's been a week since my last confession. Actually 6 days if I'm going to be totally honest.
It's Valentine’s Day and I stayed especially busy at work. Shouldn't Valentine’s Day be a holiday? A paid day off? Of course it should... I know you must agree.
My wife and I did not do cards today. She has really become kind of negative on buying cards. I gave serious thought to writing a special poem for the occasion but my work on it the past week did not impress me and I could not expect it to be received by her any better so I scraped my various drafts. I will work on it again in the future when I am less pressured by time.
I confess that it was while on the way to work this morning and bummed out that I had not satisfied my original plan that another thought came to my mind. I dropped my wife off at her office and proceeded to my own. That was during the 7am hour. I decided to text my wife with a short note as to something I loved about her. And then sometime each of the next hours until 5pm I repeated another text with another love proclamation of some type. Several hours into the day I received a text saying, "you're too sweet."
I confess that a couple of the texts she found amusing. There was some light heartedness - it was not all serious stuff. Not bad for a Capricorn huh?
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Magpie 103: The Surgeons Hands
The Surgeons Hands
reaching skyward the chiseled hands
cupped as a vessel
yet extended in exaltation
extended fingers— precision
tools
against the distress of body
against the anguish of passing
fingers that move the veins of life about
that spread open incisions— explore - extract
supplicate the God of mercy
for the generosity of more time
more life
a precious organ
the hand offers
dear God
make this body whole
again
Michael A. Wells
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