"I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t
spoken in months now
and I wanted to tell you that
someone threw a bouquet of roses
in the trash bin on the corner of my
street, and I wanted to cry
because, because
well,
you know exactly why.
And, I guess I’m calling because
only you understand
how that would break my heart."  - Shinji Moon, If I Left You A Voicemail, This Would Be It (x)

Twenty Words 

Given twenty words to write a poem I would say simply that love is the only poetry I have known.

The Villainess by Jeannine Hall Gailey.

“Ulysses,” Lord Alfred Tennyson 

We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

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“Warp Drive, or the Cabin Boy of Starfleet” by Gregory Lawless

If you’ve never traveled faster 
than light, count yourself 
lucky. It does mean things
to the body. Your bones

get soupy, you can’t stand up
straight, and you totter 
like a baby gazelle, wobbly, 
full of fright. But the Captain

with his bald, Shakespearian 
grace makes it all look 
so easy.

Go, indulge your permanent crush on Sir Patrick Stewart.

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Third Great Twin Cities Poetry Read

“There’s been a lot of talk about literary rockstars lately. Does that include poets? Hell yes. The Great Twin Cities Poetry Read is a shining example of poets melting faces from the stage. It’s a rapid fire line-up with 30 or so poets reading a single poem one after another. If you missed the two previous shows, you’re in luck—the 3rd annual read is this Saturday.”

Get some titilating tidbits about some of the readers on the Dart Blog.

I’m going. Are you?