The Shine

A few months ago I went to the Shine.  It's a little club for local artists and poets,I read there.  It was my first time and I had to drink a few beers before I got up to read.  I think it went well, I was there with my class so I know I was not alone in my bad poetry.  Thanks to all who listens and did not mock as we were all nervous.

Two of the poems I read there:

(based on a black and white photo of my mother and her friends in a photo booth)

Yellow gapped teeth

Surrounded by two red snakes

Obscure 

The horn-rimmed owl

Peeking through cold pillars.

A coy confidence

Hides behind a priests collar.

Mousy haired girls play

Silent games,

Vying for attention

When they step into 

The box.

Secrets Poem

Critiqued,

Slowly walking to my death.

It makes me uncomfortable.

Sitting in my chair, 

Insides displayed,

Invasive, intrusive.

Hiding behind my hair

Reading, shaky voice, 

Quivering leg.

Still .……….listen.

Broken and bent.

In my death they 

Gave me 

wings.