POSTPONED: Public Poetry Reading!

I’ve been working on compiling some of my best poems for a book—but before I publish, I want to have a reading to share a few with you.

Tuesday, August 8 at 12 PM – 2 PM

WeWork Custom House

220 NW 8th Ave, Portland, Oregon 97209

 

POETRY TO THE PEOPLE!


First-ever poetry reading with just @peggyperduepoet.

I’ll be outside the WeWork building on the sidewalk (public space!) reciting my poetry, whether anyone’s there to listen or not. But I really hope you’ll come to listen! During your lunch. On your errands. Taking a stroll. I’d love to see some familiar faces in the crowd, but I hope to have all sorts of new ones too.

I want to make poetry for the people, who it’s always been for. Not academics. Not for the pretentious. It’s not classist. I want so badly to change how we see poetry, and how it can affect our lives.

Come experience poetry one of the most powerful ways it can be!

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On the shoulders of all

I shrug
… and the world falls

I shrug

in unknowing

exasperated

and the world

falls

off my tired

aching shoulders

 


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the rain

tip tap
click clack

the soundtrack to a rainy day in portland

the piano is the song of the rain
the typewriter the song of my brain
my music has always been the rhythm,
the “wave of the mind”
the shards of ivory keys
liquid drops of dead elephants
the silent tapping of fingers
that create fluid notes that pound the ears
deafening silence of an internal struggle
a world
within
us all

 

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https://www.patreon.com/peggyperduepoetry

These lives we follow

This is the life we follow.

A choice we’ve made not to lead.

To live what life others give us.

To take and want and despise them.

Despise

because we chose

not to please ourselves,

but others.

And so we blame

all others.

We waste the time others carve us.

Trudge through the work others hand us.

We feed off food they’d never eat.

Buy the clothes they made for us.

Dream the sleep of not enough.

This is the life we follow.

A life not lived, hollow.

 


Check out my Poetry Pays campaign:

https://www.patreon.com/peggyperduepoetry