Welcome To My Bed

I'm starting a church.



Made my dad listen to these poems at the breakfast table this morning while eating a grapefruit that was mailed to my house from Florida. He cried, several times. Soon my whole family will be converted. Also, incidentally, I met a friend for coffee this afternoon and apparently he lives on 13th and 3rd now, which means I am kidnapping him to Bar 13 some Monday in the near future so that he knows what I spend all of my time doing. He commented that it was funny that I'd finally picked a "thing" to focus my energies on. He was the first person I ever actively wrote poems for or about. I gave him my book; it felt like things came full circle.

Slam poetry is clearly insidious.

You will love it too one day, that much I can promise.