Like a baby holding a baby
The sun is not up yet
You make me pay
You make me pay
The rain brings out the forest smells
Kids are walking to school in it
The dog barks at them from inside
There is so much more to learn
To burn away
We are climbing mountains on our knees
Building bridges with match sticks
The castle walls are waffle cones
Do they all know how similar we are?
How hard it is for love
As American kids our lives were
Governed by burning cigarettes
Trips to the liquor store
We were so excited about our boredom
Analyzing every breath
Like it was starving
In a war torn country
Failing to convince our parents
We were right
The look of a squirrel
Is the same as forty thousand
How does the dog understand the light
How could I know
This is the old man
I would be
It’s the one year anniversary of the Open Poetry readings at Revolution Records. We’re going to celebrate with several featured readers, an open mic, free wine, & a very special announcement from 8th St. Publishing Guild & Revolution Records. You definitely don’t want to miss this one! Open to all.
Featured readers will include Matt Roth, Evan Thomas, & Patrick Sanders
Revolution Records Kansas City
1830 Locust St, Kansas City, Missouri 64108
8th St. Publishing Guild is a Kansas City-based publisher of avant-garde/surrealist poetics. We love submissions. To submit or learn more, visit us online or come to meet us in person at our monthly readings.
You can call it a blue wave. You can call it a pink wave. You can call it every color in the rainbow. Being a landlocked state we don’t talk a lot about waves in Kansas. But for the first time since I moved back here, nearly 6 years ago, I feel good about my political representation in Congress and for Governor. Last night the congressional district that I live in elected Sharice Davids: the first female, openly gay, Native American congresswoman. And that is really fun to say!
We also elected female democratic Laura Kelly for governor. We dodged a bullet in that race and I’m sorry to say this is probably not the last you’ve seen of her opponent Kris Kobach (Trump has already offered him a job in his administration). But we’ve sent a message: that the majority of us in Kansas do not agree with his divisive opinions about voter fraud and the proliferation of guns.
I’m not saying that we don’t have a long way to go in changing the optics of our state. Racially motivated shootings, rigged polling locations, and maybe the worst governor in the history of the world are all part of our recent history. But they are not the whole story.
I like to think of this election as a big log on the fire of a slowly growing light. Hopefully, this light will eventually grow big enough to show the rest of the world, what I’ve had the chance to see over the course of the past six years living in the Kansas City area. It’s a lot harder to change things from the inside out. And you can’t be more middle-America than Kansas. But there are a lot of beautiful, talented, and inspiring people around here.
So, go Kansas. Good job! Let’s take some time to celebrate and appreciate the work we’ve done. Then let’s get back out there and keep showing the world that the truest voices aren’t always the loudest or most shocking, that in our hearts we all want the same stuff and that the world is made for all the colors in the rainbow.
I am never alone
Swiping at the pain
Touching the dirty glass
There’s nothing new about a Coke Float
Unless it is a New Coke Float
I pull through you like a car wash
Eyes like trains
Trained eyes inspire vertigo
Dharma at Arby’s
I don’t want to know how I did today
Tell me how I found love in parking lots
We laugh at tenses
The electric wind covers conversations
With simulated randomness
I could shoot a movie
“Bring something back”
We explored galaxies from the back seat
That tree was Vietnam
The streetlamp is oxygen
I don’t need to know
The rain puts you here
The window places us and then
I unlock my bicycle and ride home