Poems to Instigate, to Partake, to Terminate
Just a while ago, in late 2017, I was sitting, sipping at Troubadour's wine bar amid a multitude of mostly midwestern mentality and a person stepped up to share. The performance was to say the least, transformative. It featured a poem of perilous possibilities. A poem about, and this was something even I was prepared to cringe at as the judgmental-ing began, it was a poem about ‘anal’ (as it were), and as it reached crescendo, the crowd of midwestern minded 30, 40, 50 and 60 year-olds whooped and roared.
My first thought was my daughter, who had just turned the ripe age of one, and how I wanted her (and hopefully a generation of other girls and boys) to hear this (after 18 of course). And so the conversation began; the plan and the purpose; the start of something new: the Passion Poets as an offshoot of Exile Press and slowly, that epic, fearless poet (Phlo Real) and I pushed boundaries together to form this group and this monthly spoken-word event.