Who else writes poetry and likes to read others poetry?
Here are two poems of mine. I used to poke around in the dingy underbelly of the Kansas City poetry scene (weekend slam parties, monthly readings, etc.) but ultimately found those people way too pretentious. I’m interested in making beautiful language, not smoking pot and pretending Mellisa Etheridge has something profound to convey channeled through a baked-out chick with dreadlocks strumming clumsily at a tuneless acoustic guitar. *Sigh* Big Sur Fog Break, rocks tumble down to a white froth swirl: we spin and form a haze and hang low, for a moment, and the gold coin drops below that line at the limit of seeing. Freeze, fall down slowly to a wet crowd slide: we cling and join drops of salt secrets, for a moment, and the pale disk peeks at the edge, a smile broken with plunging teeth.