Poetry Open Mic

They step to the microphone, one by one, as different as their written words. There are pros here, yet there is no prose among their works, just verse after verse after verse. Their poetry is sad and heavy, happy and light, depressed and anxious, scared and fearful, angry and hateful, or calm and nostalgic. The rhymers, never missing a beat, drive the night as rhythmically as a grandfather clock ticks and chimes the quarter hours. They are together, in community, peddling their books as they sip wine, eating from bread and cheese platters, and enjoying everything a poem can be.

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Ed Dzitko

Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can. (John Wesley)

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