Amy and I trudged a whopping three apartments down to record a podcast episode with our new friend, Melissa Booey, the LA representative of Poet's Return. Their creative coalition has devoted themselves to a creative exploration of poetry and they have created a SWEET podcast to do just that... and Amy and I were lucky enough to be on it! (coming soon).
Poetry is one of the most visceral and vulnerable forms of artistic expression
Poet's Return introduces you to some of the newest and most evocative upcoming poets from all over the United States, helping audiences get to know these artists on a more personal level through thoughtful interviews podcast.
The podcast will explore process, inspiration, and the potential visualization of their words by eventually bringing these poems to life onscreen. Styles featured include: rap/hip-hop, lyrical, spoken word, beat, classical sonnet/haiku, free verse, and acrostic.
After sitting down and gushing about our shared love of poetry and creative work for hours, I convinced Booey to give us a sneak peak to their publication, with three poems from their upcoming launch. I promised to share one of my own, as collateral.
BIRDBRAIN by Melissa Booey
I can’t play space invaders without you
I mean I could
it wouldn’t be impossible, but
dust has collected on the console and my N64 feels neglected
I have no pets so I can tell by how it looks at me
sitting underneath amongst the other games and waiting, permanently paused and wondering why I’ve forgotten how to play
sometimes I think I see you
I see your face in other people
for a moment I know them, because I think it’s you
I am reminded: you have chosen not to know me
a death I have carried with me and have not known how to properly grieve or mourn or lay your burden down
since you yourself have not laid down to rest
in this current world you have constructed
even if it was you it would still be just a stranger
and it would still be just a moment wherein I thought
I recognized a friend
BEHAVIOR by DeShawn Cavanaugh
Behavior that’s all you can control, the earthquake tsunami tornado will roll, fire the forces of chaos come faster, with no control there’s only natural disaster, natural disaster it will strike
Will you run away will you grab your bike,
what will be your behavior, that’s what will tell, the type of man you are underneath that shell, when the times get tough do you go and run, or do you tighten your belt and postpone all the fun,
we only control our behavior
the way we are
how do you act when no one’s around?
do you laugh and smile do you joke and clown?
do you spend your days and night out on the street,
or do you spend them out searching for someone to meet?
where is it exactly that you want to go?
is the only thing that can take you down that road.
#23 FROM DASH-Y by Kate Strauss
I'm slowly learning how to voice my needs.
Air them out.
But I don't think my needs are a blowing sheet in the breeze hung up after laundry.
I think my needs are thick, old, Persian, dusty rugs that need to be hit against a metal fence.
Again and again and again.
Until the ground around is dusty, and the rug is worn, but clean. Threads bare. Dust cleared.
DON’T MAKE THIS HARDER THAN IT ALREADY IS
(and other commands I’ve received) by Flannery Maney
Drink lots of water
Let loose and have fun.
Update your media
Make sure to stay out of the sun!
Follow through and take a meeting,
Email, reach out, and touch base
Make the 30 under 30 list…
But don’t forget, it’s not a race.
Be ambitious but gracious
Self-centered yet kind.
Go to therapy, but don’t get near me—
if you’re likely to lose your mind.
You’re the marrying type, you’re too easy.
Don’t make this harder than it already is.
Download the apps, present the facts
You’re complacent until you’re already his.
Move faster and meditate
But don’t forget to graduate.
I don’t feel that you appreciate
It would be great if you lost the weight.
Own your sexuality
But don’t be a SLUT
Instagram is a business and
Porn is smut.
Podcast and tweet,
And scream your voice heard.
Do your due diligence,
But don’t sully your word.
And check yourself
Before you upset yourself.
And get put on the high shelf.
Drinking is bad
But I’ll be sad
If you miss my happy hour…
Apartment stoop beer, I’m here…
At the bar for our date,
Are you late?
Or on vacation where a bottle or two
Is nothing new.
Dinner party, have a hearty
Glass of wine, you’ll be fine,
I saw it on the gram.
Catch me if you can.
I’m slick. I’m sick.
I’m sick of your commands.
Your bossy zeitgeist, rhingeist, false feist, and overpriced.
That I can’t stand.
Can’t stand for it.
But can’t stand on my own two feet
Stay tuned for more from Poet's Return and their upcoming podcast launch in the new year on Anchor and Spotify. Until then, keep up to date on all things poetry on Booey's instagram: @capnbooey
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