You’ll remember that last month I went down to the Fringe Bar and read some new poems:
Poetry Reading: 3 ‘Richard Poems’ — LIVE
I took myself down to Poetry in Motion’s regular monthly open-mic night. There’s always a feature poet, but a few slots for open-mic readings in the first half of the evening. Here is a warts-n-all live recording of three new poems from me, with a little context around the poems — and my return to open-mic reading after a lengthy absence. Finding my fee…
I’ve decided I’ll try get along and read some more of the new “Richard” poems. I’m trying to learn to sit in the moment with these poems, to let them hang. I’m bantering away between them because there’s tension, then release, and hopefully some relief. There’s not a lot of relief from these poems, so that’s where the banter comes in to save. But I’m also trying to provide a wee bit of context, and to still let the poems hang, and live by themselves. A work in progress.
Anyway, if you’d like to read along, or read them before, or read after, these poems are:
Poem: Filtering
Richard’s dad said to Richard’s mum that he would like to see their son. So, Richard’s mum called up the stairs to let us know that was the plan. This was the way the communications flowed in this house; always uphill. Richard told me he had to go and see his dad out back
and
Poem: His Only Proof
Richard once told me he thought that he could probably choke a person right out. He reckoned the proof he was a good person was that he didn’t ever do it.
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Poem: No Answers
I can’t remember her name but at a guess it’s Jen. I see her around the streets now and then, some 25 years on from when, briefly, we knew each other because she was Richard’s Girlfriend – and I was Richard’s Friend. Both roles we stepped away from so long ago. But now we are
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