Noticed

When will I stop
apologizing 
for
my presence? 

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Happy National Poetry Month!

In lieu of this very special month I will be taking the challenge to write a poem every day. No hype, no pressure. Only enjoying the beautiful art of writing. Also, I will be posting a poem a day by a distinguished or soon-to-be-distinguished poet.

I want to challenge YOU to write every day as well. It doesn’t have to be significant, it can be one line, a few random thoughts, grocery lists, whatever you do JUST KEEP WRITING.

Below are a few suggestions from Poetry.org on how to celebrate.


30 ways to celebrate national poetry month

  1. Order a free National Poetry Month poster and display it at work or school.
  2. Sign up for Poem-a-Day and read a poem each morning.
  3. Deepen your daily experience by reading Edward Hirsch’s essay “How to Read a Poem.”
  4. Memorize a poem.
  5. Create an anthology of your favorite poems on Poets.org.
  6. Encourage a young person to participate in the Dear Poetproject.
  7. Buy a book of poetry from your local bookstore.
  8. Review these concrete examples of how poetry matters in the United States today.
  9. Learn more about poets and poetry events in your state.
  10. Ask your governor or mayor for a proclamation in support of National Poetry Month.
  11. Attend a poetry reading at a local university, bookstore, cafe, or library.
  12. Read a poem at an open mic. It’s a great way to meet other writers in your area and find out about your local poetry writing community.
  13. Start a poetry reading group.
  14. Write an exquisite corpse poem with friends.
  15. Chalk a poem on the sidewalk.
  16. Write a letter to a poet thanking them for their work.
  17. Ask the United States Post Office to issue more stamps celebrating poets.
  18. Recreate a poet’s favorite food or drink by following his or her recipe.
  19. Read about different poetic forms.
  20. Read about poems titled “poem.”
  21. Read the first chapter of Muriel Rukeyer’s inspiring book,The Life of Poetry.
  22. Subscribe to American Poets magazine or a small press poetry journal.
  23. Watch Rachel Eliza Griffiths‘ latest Poets on Poetry video.
  24. Watch or read Carolyn Forche’s talk “Not Persuasion, But Transport: The Poetry of Witness.”
  25. Read or listen to Mark Doty’s talk “Tide of Voices: Why Poetry Matters Now.”
  26. Read Allen Ginsberg’s classic essay about Walt Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass.”
  27. Watch a poetry movie.
  28. Sign up for a poetry class or workshop.
  29. Get ready for Mother’s Day by making a card featuring aline of poetry.
  30. Celebrate National Poem in Your Pocket Day on April 30, 2015. The idea is simple: select a poem you love, carry it with you, then share it with coworkers, family, and friends.

Washington, D.C. (USA)

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This trip to D.C was completely spontaneous, and yet completely serendipitous. I made the decision to go two days prior. I put a weeks worth of my life in a tiny suitcase and boarded the plane.

 

The purpose of the trip was to do missions work with a group called “Speak That.” This group functions through the arts–spoken word, singing, rap, and dance–in order to spread the message of Jesus Christ.

While in D.C we used our gifts to positively impact others. We went to two open mic venues–Busboys and Poets and Spit Dat–both of which were incredible. Every person spoke with such passion and conviction in their words. Before coming to D.C . I honestly thought that I was going to have some hand in changing the city, but I left with the city changing me. Each and every person that I encountered had life and rhythm and soul pulsing out of them. There was not one crevice of city that was not inked in creativity.

Status had nothing to do with the arts in D.C. In our journey we met a man named Chris, whom was a homeless poet, we also met the infamous poet Dasha Kelly.  And this how it was for the duration of the trip, we encountered prestigious poets to the seemingly insignificant ones. But everyone had a voice. When we all gathered in the open mic cafes, all the borders of gender, sexual orientation, religion, race, status were nonexistent. The only thing that mattered were the syllables dripping off each god’s lips as they took us into the world that they created. For a few hours we all existed in peace because everyone’s story deserves to be told.

Art has no barriers.