A Poet Pairing
It was the second time that Chelsea Adams and I read our poems together in the past couple of months. We were invited to the Blacksburg Public Library on Sunday to read from our chapbooks published by Finishing Line Press. The crowd was light but attentive. There was an ease of sharing. The laughter and applause and a few familiar faces were heartening.
Chelsea got the Muse’s nod of approval.
She had insomnia (probably caused by drinking too much coffee) and let Dylan Thomas know that she wanted to go gently into the good night. She lost her head and fell like Alice. She looked but didn’t find the Cheshire cat.
I read poems from Packing a Suitcase for the Afterlife, told secrets about wanting the royal flush and not the bluff of being loved. In a dream about a journey to the afterlife, I rode the Hull to Hingham bus into the sunset, leaving my unsorted collection of baggage behind.
He loves me / He loves me not / is the question we ask when we string them / She loves me / She loves me / she loves me not / Will the string of days be long enough?” I asked in a poem called Daisy Chain.
Chelsea and I make a good pair. Maybe we’ll read again in the spring. Meanwhile, Chelsea’s book, At Last Light, can be purchased from her directly or at Finishing Line Press HERE. My book Packing a Suitcase for the Afterlife is available in Floyd at noteBooks, The Harvest Moon, on Amazon and at Finishing Line Press HERE. Check out a post on our October reading at the New River Community College HERE. / Our World Tuesday
December 12th, 2017 2:24 pm
I was always a poet, but it never occurred to me to read my poems before an audience of any kind. I’d show some to my parents, some to my friends, some to my teachers, and keep others to myself. Bravo for getting up in front of people to read your work. I know I could never have done that!
Kay
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December 12th, 2017 3:45 pm
What a wonderful event for you ~ a poet ~ you are so talented ~
Happy Week to you,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
December 12th, 2017 5:15 pm
thank you Cali or kale e or red woman
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Joe Klein the cosmic feind.
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December 12th, 2017 5:27 pm
i have know email or smart fhone so do knot exxeist
The unbear a bull lightness of bean
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December 13th, 2017 6:20 pm
Thank you so much colleen for putting this together. Chelsea