Poetry Can puts on the now biannual Bristol Poetry Festival in the spring and autumn, which attracts many of our most celebrated poets. It also initiates and manages all sort of events and projects to bring poetry into the community and develop new audiences for it, and runs poetry surgeries and workshops. It's just fab!
One of the requirements of being a trustee is to be an advocate for Poetry Can, so I am making a very modest start by posting this link to their website.
I have had the time of my life since I became involved in the poetry scene in Bristol and Bath. I have the very strong intuition that I'm doing what I always should have been doing, and I am so grateful to the people I've met during this period who have encouraged and supported me and become dear friends in the process. Having had my collection of poetry published, I now have to find new life ambitions, and being involved in the thriving poetry scene in this area is a way for me to discover what they are.
I owe the poetry people of my home city and surrounding area and Poetry Can (almost) everything. But there's someone else I need to thank also. My ex-husband once claimed that it was poetry - and more specifically, my writing of it - that broke up our marriage. I'd always thought it was his many infidelities, but poetry tells us to look at things slantwise and in giving me a space where I could express myself without coming under his control, then, yes, I believe that it did. And now I have the chance to give something back.
Keosauqua's mild: a May evening
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Morning margaritas, afternoon weeded gardens;
Kitties, tame and feral, bless gardeners' spaces.
An almost quiet time -- waves don't break it.
6 o'clock bells more hum than hymn.
Clouds lightly quilt the blue before dark.
Kids and dogs grow contemplative.
A boy whittles on a porch, a girl on a swing blows bubbles.
An older girl's legs whisper names
She only shares with flowers.
Lovely, thank you, Larry. Good to see you here! XX
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