Oct/Nov 2017 Poetry

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Weeds Poetry at the Hideout is a long-running Chicago open mic tradition, meeting weekly on Monday nights. Participants share work of all sorts and all are welcome to come up to the mic and read. For this special feature, Weeds poets submitted work and this is a sampling of what the open mic provides to listeners in the Chicago writing community.

(These are excerpts—click on the title to view the whole poem)

The Man I Am
Yes, I want to be
a shimmering monument
to dreams fulfilled
Chuck Kramer


solo un recuerdo
Mi madre y sus consejos
Viven como Robles en el
Bosque de mi cariño
Gregorio Gomez


Poem for David Bowie
Maybe all my loose talk against the moon,
laying all humanity's sorrows at its door,
was too quick and capricious.
D. D. Power


Poem For Vietnamese Reunification Day 2017
He died with his secrets and limp
shrouded in a fog of dementia.
Elizabeth Marino


Not About Nostalgia
Hers says
ROYGBIV, but his says GYGYGY because he likes the Green
Bay Packers
Tom Simmermaker


Thirteen 3-Line Love Affairs
you need to forget who I am
our love has no face
D.M. Jerman


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