Tagged: performance poetry
A memory I never had: a poem about poems
I’m standing on a stage, and I feel a billion pairs of eyes staring intently and expectantly up at me.
I’m standing on a stage, and the whispers that float around in the downtime between acts fade into non-existence as I open my mouth.
I’m standing on a stage, and I’m not holding a guitar or sitting on a piano bench – it’s just me, in front of the microphone – no one knows what to expect.