Microphone Pop Art

I know poetry readings can be super uncomfortable.  Like being forced to sit through the public reading of a stranger’s very private diary.  From when they were 12.  And discovered masturbation.

But when done well, it can make you want to whoop from your seat like a Pentacostal in a tent revival.  This is one of those done-wells – about hope, mackin’ like Jay-Z, and being a crush-monster for love.

Happy Monday morning, everyone!

A few other posts about poetry:

A Prayer to What is Empty

Pop-Up Poets

Tramp Stamps

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(Photo Source: Little Big House)


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