Poetry On Saturdays

The poets of the world are gathered - Saturday, they're queueing up to caress the metal microphone. The Dan's as full as any time I've seen it. the place is like a magnet for the found and the unknown, and they're in a line, drawn upon the chalkboard, waiting for their name to be declared. … Continue reading Poetry On Saturdays


the rhymer finds a corner spot - a seat under the window with the light coming in behind him casts an eye around the room a hotel where open mic readings are part of every Saturday for the committed the persistent and the lonely needs a line to get him going - perhaps a trick … Continue reading rhymer