National Poetry Month in Albany, NY is like any other month in Albany, NY, & as happens each month we gathered at the Social Justice Center for a reading & an open mic. The featured reader was poet Valerie Temple, writing as Bertha Blunt. But first I invoked the Muse, tonight, once again the poet Bob Kaufman (1925 - 1986), as his Birthday was fast approaching on April 18, then we turned to the open mic sign-up sheet.
The first poet up was Doug, who performed off mic, as he is wont to do, with a rhyming piece on lifelong eating habits leading to him slowing down & disease as he got older. David Gonsalves read “Drive” from his big binder of poems, an imaginative & humorous drive through one end of his name to another.
Marie read a piece in response to being with a friend with mental health issues, written in the friend’s persona “Do You See Me?” Sally Rhoades read a recent poem that she read a the recent Scissortail Creative Writing Festival held in Ada, OK, “Picking Over Old Bones,” a memoir of her mother.
The featured reader, Valerie Temple has read here a number times. This night she read as "Bertha Blunt" from her book Discovery of A Blunt Treasure (Xulon Press, 2023). She began with 2 poems addressed to a friend with whom she traveled to Europe & had a falling out, “A Friend You Doubt” & “You Were Not My Friend.” Then on to a poem about her mother, “Good Pain - Bad Pain Give Thanks Just the Same,” one about her sugar addiction, “Rag Us to Dust Hustle,” a poem from a high school experience “Exposed in Prose,” “Birthday Agenda,” & “Holy Wood or Bust?” She both read & recited from memory, her work, the poems were generally upbeat/positive & often in rhyme & with humor.
After a brief break I read from my folder of poetry-related poems “The Poet’s Coat” quoting the late Laura Boss (1938 - 2021), “Sometimes I think clothes are a purer aesthetic form than poetry.” Amanda (Pelletier) did the poem that she performed for the Slam finals at Cafe Euphoria, “I don’t have a soul…” on love & a rib cage, she is her own soulmate. Tara had arrived early & helped me get set up; she read a piece responding to an article on domestic abuse that focused more on the abuser than on the victim, “Say Her Name."
Amina Gueye has been working at the Center for Law & Justice & the Alice Moore Black Arts Cultural Center; she read a poem titled “Mukhagni,” a Hindu funeral ritual that translates as “mouth fire,” her poem responding to the smell of smoke from Canadian wildfires that reached her in New York City.
& like the dissipation of the smoke our words rose into the night air. But we come back to the Social Justice Center, 33 Central Ave., Albany, NY each third Thursday of the month at 7:00PM for more poetry — a local or regional poet as the featured reader & an open mic for the rest of us. Your donation supports poetry events in Albany & the work of the SJC.
