Ode to the Avocado on the Radio

I read my old ‘Ode to the Avocado” on the Fruit & Vegetable themed Over the Back Fence Radio Show.

I always receive tremendous feedback whenever I read it. A woman came up to me afterward said that I really brought the room to a stand-still. I think that’s my favorite part about reading my poetry in front of an audience, when the room gets quieter and quieter as I roll the alliteration off the microphone.  People listen, and listen hard. I can see them seeing the images in their mind’s eye.

Words. Are. Wonderful.

Sometimes I feel like I’ll never be able to write anything as good as this one; like I capped my poetry potential years ago on accident.  Its my “Play Freebird!” poem.

Click ahead to 37.40.

Over the Back Fence – August 23, 2009

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Birthday Skydive!

I’m an official adventurer!

I admit, once upon a time I frowned upon ‘adreneline junkies’….those reckless individuals who risked everything for the sheer pleasure of the thrill. But now, I’ve learned a kind of lesson that can only be taught when falling at 120 mph from 13,000 feet…..life is for the living.  I’ve never felt such bliss. It was an opiate experience, emotions pulsing, senses blazing, every breath vital….no comparisons to be made, your brain very essentially naive again.

The push-off from the plane’s ledge was the most terrifying. For a split second I thought ‘I hate this’ and then nano-seconds later I thought, “NO! I LOVE THIS!’ and the rest of the 60 second free fall was roundly exhilierating. I wanted to free fall forever (thankfully, the rip cord was not my responsibility).

When the parachute opened I thought ‘YES!’ I love the air! I love velocity! I love gravity! I love the fact that I live on a planet where this is fucking possible!”

As you can see in at the end of the video after I’ve landed I act like I’m drunk on oxygen. I’m also continuously futzing with my hair because my barrette flew off my head (and probably landed in some farmer’s cornfield).

The rest of the day the five us took every opportunity to tell people that we had fallen from the sky merely hours before. We watched our videos on loop. We philosophized around a bonfire.

It was a great birthday.

August ache

It finally feels like a proper August afternoon.

The sunshine is thick and everything is beaming.

I resent what passed for the month of July, an anemic bindle of vanilla days.

I want some salt on my brow and glint on my lip. Dampness down my spine.

I want to show my shoulders and my knees, put my feet wide on the bright earth and whistle ‘atcha.

I want to kiss deeply in the berry colored night, with calescent limbs inseverable. Crickets singing of their bliss.

Almost forgetting about the fireflies…almost.

Kipling

I wrote this poem about an hour before the ‘Glitter’ show for the  Over the Back Fence radio program. I was stumped at first….stars? fireworks? prom dresses? TIN FOIL.

Click ahead to 33:05 to hear the silliness.

Over the Back Fence – August 2, 2009

Commonweal Theatre – Over the Back Fence