Friday night, I was part of a group poetry reading at PII Gallery in Old City. The marathon reading was organized by poetry maestro Dave Worrell who brought together 17 poets who read a total of 47 poems. As the poets moved back and forth from room to room, I mentioned to fellow poet Bill van Buskirk that this is good for poets — to be together to be moving. Bill replied that he agreed: “if the poets get in a rut, then what is the world coming to?” Below are some photos of the event and a short poem that I read in honor of the artwork on the walls.
(from a woman alone)
she colors her own fields
wide open with purple
and yellow bowing
to a prism of green
swept away
in a stampede
of poppies
a woman alone is
wild and red.–Janet Mason
Janet Mason, author 