went to an open mic poetry reading for the first time two weeks ago and was completely entranced by being there and by participating.  you know, reading one of my poems.  one of my very private, very revealing poems.  to a group of utter strangers.  and yet, i was totally enthralled.  an evening of pure, unadulterated joy.  i haven't been that happy in...must be years.  seriously, years.  what made that evening even better was sharing it with my friend, brian.  to know that i was happy and that he was happy that i was happy made me even happier.  is that kind of strange?  it might be but it is what it is.

now as to what brought us to that poetry reading, that was all brian's fault.  he's been after me for over a year to read my poetry to an audience.  and i finally gave in.  okay, it wasn't all that difficult to persuade me.  what artist, even an inexperienced one, doesn't want to secretly, or not so secretly, be applauded?  i'll admit the applause was terrific but it was the chance to be an approved exhibitionist that was wonderful.  to be able to read my poetry and not give a rat's ass about what anyone else thought was very...freeing.  i can't wait to do it again and again and again. 

and what private and personal glimpse did i offer.  the one below.  and now i share it with you.

bitch in heat