National Poetry Month

I know the nation is mourning that another poetry month has come to a close. The ticker tape parades, pony rides, and candlelight vigils will be missed. But really, I would love to see more people embrace the introspection and awe of humanity that poetry provides.

Fortunately, my cousin's girlfriend is one such person and held a poetry segment for her 3rd and 4th grade students last week. She asked me to come recite for them and talk shop. My favorite moment arose when we wrote a poem as a class. Everybody was shouting out words for our poem about being worn out, and one girl hollered: DESPONDENT. Beat drop. I stopped writing on the dry erase board, turned around, and nodding in approval said, "Nice." 

I can never turn down a chance to talk poetry with kiddos. Their honesty is refreshing. Their unapologetic idiosyncrasies are inspiring. Their brightness bewilders. I think I do pretty good hanging with them, but at the end of the day, I'm still just another pony whisperer waiting for a ride to the vigil. 


Pink Progression

On Saturday I attended the opening of Pink Progression at the Denver Public Library's Vida Ellison Gallery. Organizer and artist Anna Kaye invited me to contribute a poem to this three-part exhibition. The show commemorates the global Women's March on January 21, 2017. Here are some of my favorite pieces in the show, which is on display until June 29.

 Lauri Lynnxe Murphy -  A Fine Mess  - Macro Digital Photography 

Lauri Lynnxe Murphy - A Fine Mess - Macro Digital Photography 

 Margaret Kasahara -  Notation  series - Multimedia and Anna Kaye -  Rosa woodsii  - Watercolor on Paper

Margaret Kasahara - Notation series - Multimedia and Anna Kaye - Rosa woodsii - Watercolor on Paper

My poem titled Lesson, No Less is projected on a screen along with poems by other local writers. Our words are bound in a collection titled Words Resist and Persist, which is for sale. Proceeds from book sales go to nine local nonprofits that support and empower women. 


I was grateful for the chance to have an intentional, quiet moment to contribute to this ongoing global dialogue. Regardless of one's politics, I hope we can continue crafting a world where all women are treated as allies and not assistants. Cofounders and not conquests.

Olly Olly Oxen Free

Last June I recited at the Eaux Claires festival in Wisconsin. What a ball. While there, I debuted my longest spoken poem to date titled Olly Olly Oxen Free. If you're interested in hearing it, I just got this recording of the poem from a recitation I did in Chicago last November. (Thanks again to everyone I met with Sofar, and especially Kelly Williams for inviting me back to our city of infamy for the event.)

New River Press Yearbook

Good news for sad times. London's New River Press has published its inaugural poetry compendium:

I'm honored they included the first poem from my unpublished collection Dunbar's Number. I've appreciated co-founder and poet Robert Montgomery's presentation style for years, and some of his writing is featured in the yearbook as well. 

New River Press

My poem is titled "I" as in the Roman numeral, not the pronoun. It comes from the group of 150 poems I wrote about the 150 personal relationships in my life, stemming from the work of anthropologist and evolutionary psychologist Robin Dunbar. I passively urge you purchase a copy of the yearbook while they last, if you want. I also have some copies of my photographic poetry book Revelry & Rhyme left. They make great Christmas gifts as opposed to another Brookstone foot massager. Let me know on your order form if you'd like me to sign your copy. Or I could simply sign your foot massager. Either way.