Catch two of Denver’s star performance goddesses, Zsudayka Nzinga and Bianca Mikahn, as well as rap/DJ phenom Thrax, at Shroomfest31 in Telluride, Aug. 18-21. Nice to see poetry woven into a conference on fungal allies.
Summertime. Time to take poetry outdoors. Through windows. Out into the open air. The Japanese would float poems down creeks on paper boats, catch them and read them aloud to those within earshot.
What’s a comparable ritual in our day? Trolling poems like cyber bait hoping to snare the lyric valuables on YouTube? Whatever you’re doing, take it outside. That’s the way of the mountain.
— Art Goodtimes, Cloud Acre
The classroom guest
instructed the students
to first remove the left,
then the right shoe,
sniff the small, fragrant interior
of each and describe
in three brief lines.
“Ahhhh”, said Marta, eight,
to seven and a half year old Tomas,
“this time they have sent us
a real poet”
— Barbara Ford
Poncha Springs, CO
On the Mountain
…Standing on a rim of belligerent stone-
cemented sand, athwart a fast moraine, the old man
is shooting the Moon. You Bastard Moon. You,
you Bastard, he screams … encounters nothing …
late at night, the light goes black, he goes out,
and he comes back from the edge, to sing, blow his flute
… immersed in nothing … comes
back from the edge with a little something
up his sleeve, a little something to leave
for the young man on the mountain.
— Danny Rosen
Stargazing Mage of Lithic Press
Stone Belly #5
Third day of snow, power lines
down all over the mountain.
But Stone Belly gets his juice
from other realms —
wood, hot stews, whiskey,
and fiery chili.
He hasn’t been this happy all year.
— Michael Adams
august is when the monarch truly is
king, long before fall migrations begin.
august is setting records: how high
can you make your skateboard jump?
how many seconds can you hold your breath?
how many hours can you dance at the dance
marathon holding your partner close, hoping
to be the last couple to survive?
— Dennis Fritzinger
Earth First! Journal Poetry Editor
Do not dismiss
the many gifts
the endless shifts,
the bottom line,
that little bit
required to bring
the little tingle
up the spine.
— Wendy Videlock
Grand Junction, CO