Sepia

What an odd word to turn up in two poems on the same night, both of them good poems. Joyce is going to do some work on hers; it was moving but not as clear as it could have been. Tom brought the crowd to action with animated conversation about full-habited nuns. Loved it. And Mike cracked us all up (or appalled us) with a gut punch about a dead dog. Mark seems to have abandoned his "truncated" lines and transitioned into a lyrical Irish storyteller, well, almost. I forgot to ask permission to reprint, but I will ask Paul if I can use his poem for the blog as I loved the junkyard with the bathtub Madonna. Alan dedicated his toy poem to Matchbox Tim who was not there to hear it. Dan Lawlor from Delmar visited us and brought a rhyming poem about conflicts with the local Smokies.

Most of the ladies trailed in late. Ally Cat wrote a charming blast on pagan rituals as opposed to Easter and did it in BIG print which was very helpful. Does anybody know the plural of crocus? Catherine dreamed about Louis Armstrong. Mimi had some really great lines about a cadaver. BTW, Mimi will be reading at the Social Justice Center next Thursday. If anyone wants to go, contact her for details.

Next weekend is the Lark Tavern poetry blowout which quite a few of us signed up for.
Our next meeting here is April 26 and there is a conflict with the community room that night, so if you can't find the group, look around for us.

We went over the final details for Saturday. Will someone please bring a camera besides me? Mike said he will come early to help me with setting up the room. Mark is making pancakes!
I might wear my pajamas.