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Slammin’ in NYC

Slammin’ in NYC

Before last night, I was a spoiled poet. I first slammed in Raleigh, North Carolina where poetry was paired with wine and served to an audience amidst painted canvases hung on gallery walls. I slammed about love and self-discovery. Or I slammed about a recent broken heart and dreams of tomorrow. Years later I found … Continue reading

The Broken Road

The Broken Road

When you choose to travel the open road, you have to be flexible.  Your preferred road may be under construction or suddenly become clogged with traffic.  It may even dead end when you least expect it.  You have to be willing to stop, to change lanes, to turn around or maybe even backtrack.  Otherwise, you … Continue reading

Letting Go

Letting Go

When was the last time you sorted through all your worldly possessions and asked yourself, “Do I really need this, or am I ready to let this go?”  What was the hardest thing to release?  For me, it’s what many people would describe as tiny scraps of paper and random words scribbled on half-empty pages. … Continue reading

What is A Slammin’ Adventure?

What is A Slammin’ Adventure?

“What exactly is A Slammin’ Adventure?”  you ask. I hope I’m not the first to introduce you to Slam Poetry. Stop. That’s not true. Start again. If I am the first to introduce you to Slam, I am humbled and I welcome you to a completely new adventure in poetry. But if I am not, I … Continue reading

Write Time – Write Place

Write Time – Write Place

My first entry in Planning the Adventure may be a bit mundane, but then again, so are most of the details I’m taking care of in my free time these days. Wait… Did I just imply I have Free Time? Actually, there is no Free Time. There is barely enough Sleep Time. And there is a great void … Continue reading

The First Battle in Poet v/s Planner

There will be days when one side wins, and that’s okay.  Yesterday, the planner scored big, landing countless points in the battle against the poet.  The poet, sensing the need to allow this victory, hung back and observed. With just 24 days until I drive out of Alaska I find myself coordinating a wedding.  I … Continue reading

Can a Poet and a Planner Co-exist?

Like Clark Kent (a.k.a. Superman) I exist in two worlds.  As an Event Producer I am organized, detail oriented and planned to the second – important critera when sculpting atmosphere inside a ballroom.  As a Slam Poet I am cluttered, distracted and spontaneous – equally important since inspiration often surprises me in carefree moments.  Approaching my … Continue reading