Loose Leaf Notes

It was fitting that Sue Osborne read about the life of William Carlos Williams and his poetry at September’s Spoken Word Open Mic because, like Williams, Sue is a medical doctor and a poet.  Her son Mars is a poet too. He read poetry that he wrote in math class (I hope his teacher doesn’t read this blog). It was written on cards that he had stored in his new wallet, made from recycled materials.  His mom said it was purchased at a new Floyd business called Ragged Edge. “Take a picture of it,” she said. “Product Placement for the blog?” I answered.   I took one but it didn’t come out.  (That’s Mars with the camera sitting next to his mom.)

New reader William Yearout (pictured right ) read a free verse poem set in the Black Water Loft, our Spoken Word host coffee house.  Our regular hostess Rose wasn’t there because she was getting married the next day (Congratulations, Rose and Haden!).  Her sister Grace took over and took good care of us all.

David Henley, our resident bard, came up from Roanoke again to sing his history in rhyme about growing up in West Virginia, son of a coalminer.  Greg Locke read a poem about exhibiting his paintings and wishing someone would buy one.  His paintings were actually hanging on the Loft walls, creating a surreal and vibrant backdrop for the evening’s spoken fare.

For me, it was my second reading in two nights, which is where the title of this post comes from.  I’ve written a lot this month but only two bits of poetry, or two bites considering THIS poem. I have more fall poetry than any other season, so I had a lot to draw from, like THIS, which is one of my favorites.

Back to the drawing board. See you next month on the third Saturday.