Poetry Slammed

Poetry Slammed R Wiesneth and AY Smith

“We’ll just have our own poetry slam.”

To celebrate National Poetry Month my friend Robin Wiesneth and I had great plans – we were heading off to a town neither of us were familiar with to attend a poetry slam competition. We even wrote poems for the occasion. We were focused. We were driven. We were too late.

Due to a series of unfortunate events, we each arrived, separately, to the slam late. For my part, I now know that 285 is not the same road as 85. I also found the way to Mossy Head.

The journey wasn’t a total waste – Robin and I warmed up our literary skills by texting off the cuff poems to each other. A common theme seemed to be the slow truck I was stuck behind. Now what word rhymes with truck when you are angry and late?

Having missed poetry sign up, we decided to mourn our lost opportunity for poetical greatness at Dunkin Donuts, filling the void with Peep topped donuts and coffee. To make it official, we had our own mini slam and exchanged poems and some really good ideas. We wrapped things up with me grabbing some signed copies of Robin’s book, Tails of Imagination, and taking a selfie of ourselves with them.

"This isn't Crestview...!"

The “This isn’t Crestview…!” Selfie

I apologize in advance for the use of the word “selfie.” Ever since I saw all the White House drama over the Obama-Ortiz Selfie Snafu I am hooked on the idea and plan to take as many ridiculous selfies as I can. In fact, here’s one of me lost in Mossy Head on my way to poetry slam.

Thank you Robin for the fun, the donuts, the title of this post and for signing some books for the grandkids…! I’m glad to miss poetry slam with you anytime.

Adventure closed.

About Angela Yuriko Smith

Angela Yuriko Smith is an American poet, author, and publisher with over 20 years of experience in newspaper journalism. She is a Bram Stoker Awards® Finalist and HWA Mentor of the Year for 2020. She co-publishes Space and Time, a publication dedicated to fantasy, horror and science fiction since 1966. Join the community at spaceandtime.net
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1 Response to Poetry Slammed

  1. Sounds like you had fun, even if you missed the slam.

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