Last night was one of the best open mics at Writers’ Block in sometime. Really.
A virgin poet started out the night in amazing fashion by ripping through a Viking poem that had nothing to do with Erik the Viking, but everything to do with conference calls. Seriously, one of the best debut poems since The Chet.
Virgin two did a powerful piece about losing a friend to drugs.
Richard from Cincinnati did a love poem, with Jesus twist.
Rose Smith sizzled. Had keys thrown at her.
There was a Sean Barber sighting! And Sean relived the olden days that never happened by reading a poem accompanied by Scott Woods on piano.
Joe! Read a train poem that had nothing to do with the train derailing, but everything to do with life’s metaphors.
A third virgin, Meg, was quite sensual.
Karen read. Yes. Karen read a tale about the Grove City bull calf that reminded me of Noel Harrison’s Young Girl.
A Quad of virgins read on the stage. Alexis called it a four course meal. A young lady read a poem in front of her Aunt and Uncle. It was about Twix and all the things you could do with it, I think. I was waiting for mention of the crunchy middle.
There was also a slam that Gina won. Wal-i came in second and I showed. Great night all around.
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