Thursday, July 15, 2021

What's Me?

 
—Poetry and Visuals by Smith (Steven B. Smith), Cleveland, OH



The body
or the Buddha
temple what you will
 
 
 

 
 
Feral cat creeping
dangling from its mouth
a mouse
 
 
 
Black/skull/red
 
 
 
Day is rock
life is hill
wife keeps me going
 
 
 
With/for/and
 


Lilacs
soft slow sun
park bench heaven
 
 
 
Reality Patch
 


My flesh
my bone
what's me?
 
 
 
Red Rover
 


They is
you are
I ain't
 
 
 
 tres kapitalists
 
 

I know the status quo
wife above
husband below
 
 
 
Fertilization
 
 
 
Money Jungle
Duke Ellington and Mingus
fight it out
 
 
 
Cash Money Machine

 
 
Today’s LittleNip:

Good bad
bad good
that's life

—Smith

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Short and (mostly) sweet is how Smith is visiting us today, and we’re all the better for his dropping in to the Kitchen. Thanks, Steven! (“Good bad/bad good/that’s life!”)

Tonight (7/15), 7pm (yes, 7, not 8): Poetry Night in Davis features D.R. Wagner reading from his new quartet,
Distant Lights (Cold River Press), plus open mic (2 items or 4 min.), at John Natsoulas Gallery, 521 1st St. in Davis. Host: Andy Jones. Facebook info: www.facebook.com/events/1280732949053216/.

Also tonight, 8pm, Joe Montoya’s Poetry Unplugged takes place at Luna’s Cafe, 1414 16th St., Sac., featuring Sho’Nuff & Jenny Lynn, Geoffrey Neill, Arturo Mantecon, NSAA & Ike Torres, plus open mic, and hosted by Ike Torres. $2 cover charge, or one drink minimum, and “proof of vaccination will be required for all events at Luna's Cafe until further notice”, says barrista Art Luna. Facebook info: www.facebook.com/JMpoetryunplugged/. Finally, Luna's springs back to life!

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—Medusa
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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