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Pop Up Poetry – Valentine’s Weekend 2016

Saturday, February 13th

Brooks Winery, 12:00 p.m. – 4:00 p.m.

Poetry is “on the house” this Saturday, courtesy of the amazing Brooks Winery! Come to their gorgeous tasting room for some exquisite wine flights, a phenomenal view, and excellent conversation. Ask me to type up a poem on my vintage typewriter for you, or as a gift to someone! Give a subject; get a poem. It’s that easy. And what pairs better than wine and poetry? Donations accepted, and don’t forget to tip your server! See you there!

Sunday, February 14th

Broadway Coffeehouse, 9:00 a.m. – 12:00 p.m.

As a teaser for the 2:00 p.m. event “Poetry in Performance,” I will be busking Pop Up Poetry at the Coffeehouse for a special Valentine’s Day treat. Be sure to support the Broadway Coffeehouse with a drink purchase, and tip your baristas!

THEN–stick around for Poetry in Performance, hosted by the Mid-Valley Poetry Society (Salem’s chapter of the Oregon Poetry Association), which will be at Broadway Coffeehouse from 2:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m. Be sure to attend! You won’t want to miss this event.

Vagabond Brewery, 6:00 p.m. – ?? (this event is awaiting confirmation, TBA)

Enjoy a totally relaxed environment this Valentine’s evening at Vagabond Brewery. There will be cheese, beer, and wine in abundance. Grab a beer, grab a poem, grab a valentine tonight, and salute the Love of friends, of family, and of significant or not-so-significant others. Cheers!


Remember (Letters to a Friend Series)

Remember (Letters to a Friend Series)

The Birthright

An apology to men. But especially to my dear friend, Levi. I drafted this idea after a conversation we had some time ago…about how women today seem to be permanently poised on a pedestal. Men built that pedestal for women out of love and out of support for equality…but women (some, not all) have now assumed that *high-and-mighty* role and have forgotten how to love and respect our counterparts. Women hold such high expectations for men. No, chivalry isn’t dead…but a woman will castrate a man if he forgets that. Yet when a man wishes to have his gestures and words reciprocated, he is called a selfish, needy bastard. Ladies…love your men. Drop the double standard. You cannot hold impossible expectations for him while failing to reciprocate. It takes two, not one, and I will always side with him if you treat him otherwise and he chooses to walk. He has every right to be a prince if you dare to call yourself a princess. To men…friends and strangers alike…I apologize for my sex leaving you in the dust and using you as a scapegoat for its problems. You are beautiful and worthy and deserving of unadulterated, no-strings-attached love just as much as she is. We love you, we do. We just forgot that respect begets love begets respect. #lovepoetryformen #fuckhallmark #loveyourfellowman #loveistheanswer #love #respect
(Text of poem beneath image for ease of reading.)

I Love Mail

I love mail. No…not like I love chocolate. Or puppies. Love as in I FRICKIN’ LOVE CELLISTS! Thats how much I love getting mail. 🎻 #sodamnsexy Period. And when #TheGodfatherOfInstagram delivers, boy does he deliver. I’m a spoiled writer and I have no problem pimping your work, @eddiecabbage. This man is the real deal. Love you, buddy. Give him a follow and a good time for me. He deserves it more than anybody else. #slothlove #ipimpyoupimpwepimp #ermahgerd #makingitrain #poems and #wordporn

On Ranting (Recollections Series)

When a friend tries to apologize for ranting…you respond in the only way any kind, caring, and understanding friend would…with humor and a slap on the back. #TuesdayBruiseDay #SlapsAreGoodForYou #SoIsVenting #ExfoliateTheSoul #MyLifePoetic

On Ranting (Recollections Series)

The Eulogy

“The Eulogy”…a letter to my 14-year-old coonhound puppy to whom I have to say goodbye tomorrow. Not really poetry…but every word is from the very depths of my mourning soul. And I know I’m not the only one to lament and weep over the loss of a beloved dog. (Signed and postdated for tomorrow as well, because I already know I won’t be able to do so after the fact.) This has been the hardest week of my life…I still stand by my belief that it is more difficult to lose a pet than it is to lose a person. Because he can’t tell me how much pain he’s in. Or how long I’ve prolonged it for my own selfish reasons. He couldn’t tell me that something was wrong, and he was too happy just being with me to show me that he didn’t feel well when the cancer first took hold or when the dementia set in. He never complained. He never enjoyed life any less. He never took his suffering out on me. He loved me unconditionally simply because I was his Person. If only we humans could learn to live and love in such a way that the people around us would mourn for us and remember us just as intensely…I think we would take less for granted and have a more fulfilling life to look back upon with fondness. Bless your black-and-tan heart, Buford. You’ve taught me more from your silence than I could ever glean from any word. We’ll meet again soon, my friend. Love you, Boo.

The Eulogy

Supporting Writers Sunday: Eddie Cabbage

On Eddie Cabbage: The Rhetorical Truth from the Rhetorical Redhead

Eddie Cabbage, the TruthI dubbed @eddiecabbage” #TheGodfatherOfInstagram” a long time ago as a joke. But soon, our inside joke became quite a fitting name…and so it stuck. I have been fortunate to have Eddie as a friend and colleague for the past eight months, and he has taught me so much about myself, my writing process, the joys and evils of Instagram, and the rapidly-changing writer-world we live in. I’ve witnessed so many other writers praising Eddie for his honesty and Truth-seeking journey, while other writers verbally gang rape him both publicly and behind his back. It’s a funny culture we live in, where immediate gratification is celebrated and constructive criticism is damned; Eddie holds no shame in calling writers out when plagiarizing or proving “two-faced”–in short, he holds the Instagram writing community accountable. And honestly, you can’t argue with his logic. I’ve noted that most people who hate and/or verbally bash Eddie just don’t “get it.” And by “it,” I mean The Big Picture. Sure, earlier on in our friendship I questioned if I should be backing this unfiltered, no-muss no-fuss, fearless, outwardly raw, and brutally honest writer. Sometimes his blunt nature shocked me and/or made me feel uncomfortable…but he was always right. His intentions were always pure and his points were always valid. So when I questioned his motives or his actions, I found him guilty of nothing other than being truthful and open in a society that thrives off manipulative personas and false/instant success.

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