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Horse
Barn Poetry Readings
Every
month on the third Tuesday from 7:00 to 9:00 pm is Open Mic Poetry
Night at the Horse Barn. An extremely lyrical group of people
gather in the Loft Gallery and you're invited!
Hosted by Tom Foster, one poet is featured each session, presenting
up to 20 minutes of their most recent works. During the rest of
the evening, the mic is open to anyone wishing to read or recite
-- as long as it's poetic!
Whether it rhymes, follows strict conventions, makes listeners
laugh or cry -- come to share, listen, relax, enjoy. This is one
night you will mark on your calendar each month of the year!
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SD Poets Write
| Many Boxes |
Why I Live in the Valley |
| Jenneil
Watkins |
David Allan
Evans |
| I have many boxes, |
Every morning, |
| Some are small as a thimble, others are larger, |
spring through winter, |
| Some are plain, some are fancy, |
I step outside my back door |
| Some are shallow, some are deep. |
with a cup of coffee, |
| In each of my boxes |
to see what I can see. |
| There are thoughts, memories and souvenirs |
See what?-- |
| Of things I have learned, people I have met and places I have
been. |
not a backyard fence |
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or a cement alley. |
| I keep my many boxes on a shelf |
Instead, |
| To open every now and then. |
I take a sip of coffee, |
| Some are difficult to open, others more easily. |
and my eyesight |
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begins to lift and fly |
| I have many boxes, no one can see them |
over the meadow, acre |
| Because they are memory boxes |
after acre, then soar |
| That I keep on a shelf in my mind. |
into the foothills, |
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tilting its wings |
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then higher, |
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bolstered by wind, |
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to the mountain peak, |
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and higher yet into |
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the open sky. |
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Why do I live in the valley? |
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Ask the eagle. |
Photo of Marianne Moore
cover of American Poetry Review
American poetess stands
tall and odd
next to a pony
in streets of old New York;
a snapped moment
surreal to contemporary eyes.
Who understands now
such composition
since poetry's landscape changed;
evolution inevitable
yet un-nerving
like an old photograph.
Pony-pictured poetess smiles
precociously knowing
poetry is its own posterity;
the best chosen words
can question and mock
even bite; sometimes
chew through the sinew
of life and experience;
forever spitting it out anew
like a snapshot: American poetess
and American poetry;
then and now.
Suzanne Sunshower
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Upcoming 2007 Dates &
Featured Poets
Jan 16
Feb 20
Mar 20
Apr 17
May 15
June 19
July 17
Aug 21
Sep 18
Oct 16
Nov 20
Dec 18
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