Readings in Fall 2016

Hello out there in radio land–

A few readings coming up! Please come if you’re able. I’d be so happy, for real–

Friday, September 23, 7-9 pm with Tupelo 30/30 Poets: Arts + Literature Laboratory (ALL), 2021 Winnebago St, Madison, WI

Saturday, September 24, 5-8 pm with Tupelo 30/30 Poets: Danny’s Tavern, 1951 W. Dickens, Chicago, IL

Thursday, October 13, 7:30 pm at book launch for Amy Strauss Friedman’s Gathered Bones are Known to Wander: Women and Children First, 5233 N. Clark, Chicago, IL

Saturday, October 15, 2-3 pm: Vachel Lindsay House, 603 S. 5th St., Springfield, IL

xoxo

And thus ends April with its march of poems

Against Karma

 

 

You were dishonest, say—

you did something wrong,

were grumpy or even bad to

whomever.

 

Say your wrongs took place millions of years ago

and you are now a teenage girl.

 

Can it be real

that you are the cause

of a needless fall

millions of years from now?

Can you believe that how you rebel—

you, a teenage girl—

will someday need to be forgiven

by the granddaughter

of another time?

 

Your family believes

you make your own luck

and it’s wonderful, your family

and what they believe.

 

But you are apart from them

and their fantastic hopes.

 

You say Forgive me every day.

 

 

(Source: Conscience Letter 322 and unnumbered letter from 13 January 2014)

 

 

Day 29, ELJ 30/30 Write Now Challenge

Get Rid of the Moon

 

 

We lived

superstitious

and regretful

 

Airplanes crashed

not far from us

 

The moon rocked in turmoil

 

On our honeymoon

we lived to be killed

 

(Source: Conscience Letter 466)

Day 28, ELJ 30/30 Write Now

 

Why I Do This I Do Not Know

 

It may be perfect.

I have never unwrapped the color I craved,

never taken the crystal from my pocket.

What if I looked and was satisfied?

What if I saw and was afraid?

 

What I have, I keep.

 

(Source: Conscience Letter 228)

 

Day 27, ELJ 30/30 Write Now

Against Saving

 

My husband,

being a true Christian,

forgives me constantly

for my wrong doing.

 

I am not the same as my husband.

 

I am against

doing better

lessons learned the hard way

burdened conscience.

 

I replace guilt

with a better thing

and keep it hidden

in my bra.

 

(Source: Conscience Letter 83)

 

Day 26, ELJ 30/30 Write Now

Since Then, the Ghost

 

 

Each week worse,

a piece of wood

for burning hope.

 

My life frightens me

progressively.

 

Years ago I had children

and a car and possessions.

 

Now I know not much of anything.

 

It’s overwhelming to look at

what I had.  What I felt destined to have.

 

I claimed I had children, right?

 

Don’t I ever change for the better?

 

 

(Source: Conscience Letter 352)

Day 25, ELJ 30/30 Write Now

Superintendent

 

 

When I burglarized my business,

I stole my briefcase

and embezzled my own story.

 

I have insurance on my own loss,

for it will be

tremendous.

 

I paid fully for my grave

 

and a curse to top it off.

 

History attests the obvious:

I own the lost.

 

 

(Source: Conscience Letter 285)

Day 24, ELJ 30/30 Write Now

After I Have Done Realizing

 

Home is foolish

its citizens uncontrollable,

these human specimens

depriving their need for rest

and beauty.

 

Despite my right,

I am happy to not return,

happy to turn to other nations

where sometimes

you and I feel what was

and is.

 

(Source: Conscience Letter 142)

Day 23, ELJ 30/30 Write Now

Family Service Center

 

Gal    galvanized

suitable

stainless

coppery bronze

 

Purchase roadside

or commercial    Now

(return in pieces)

 

An atlas of supply

belongs to you

sirs

 

Your coin

and thank you

 

(Source: Unnumbered Conscience Letter, Dated 6 March 1974)

 

 

Day 22, ELJ 30/30 Write Now

Museum of the Poor

 

I’ve been to the forest–

and truly, I took the straight way home.

No matter.

I’ve been poor most of the time.

 

When she reads this letter

I will be back in jail.

I hope she will know

how I’ve gone to pieces

been down this hard hill

all to see her at home.

 

From cell to cell

I go: I am one of you,

I know.

 

(Source: Conscience Letter 319)

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