Poetry Slam is an interesting creature. From Portland to NYC, people gather to share and hear their best/our best work.
In Portland, eight poets enter. There are no scores, only audience applause, single-elimination, three rounds.
In Manhattan (on Wednesday nights), twenty poets enter. There are judges and scores and only two rounds.
I had a great time sharing. Brief. Expensive. But an experience. A poet named Keith was my pick to win. Didn’t happen. Great work though.
I also got to reconnect briefly with Ken Arkind (great work). And, I got to meet one of my favorite poets Jared Singer (excellent work too).