Evolution bleed: the unrepeatable way the heart decides the art you’ll make.Continue reading
In many ways, poetry saved, redirected, gave new form to my best friend’s life. Now he’s releasing his first full-length collection of them, and I couldn’t be prouder.Continue reading
I first attended the Individual World Poetry Slam (shortened to iWPS) in 2005. This is my 11th Poetry Slam Incorporated event. My fourth with camera.Continue reading
Perspective is funny that way, though. One of the functions of the artist is to draw lines between visible things, through invisible things. But the moment two points are visible, there lies perspective.Continue reading
I knew about the National Poetry Slam within a few weeks of learning about the poetry slam. Now I cover it annually.Continue reading
If you have a regular gig—for me, Poetry & Beer photography—you’re probably familiar with this problem.Continue reading
I learned a lot this week, and I’m so grateful for all my educators, intended and not.Continue reading
Every two years, the Southwest Shootout Regional Poetry Slam swings through Albuquerque. Sometimes it goes to Houston; sometimes to Flagstaff; sometimes to Dallas or Austin. 2016: Denver.
I’ve worked on a few of them, sometimes contributing design, or bout managing. This year it’s my privilege to take photographs for it. Being it’s in my front yard, and all.
Night One / Preliminaries
I have to say it was disappointing (as it far too frequently is) to see so few women on the individual finals stage. That may have had to do with scores; maybe the $25 buy-in. But those sound like essentially the same problem to me.
Slam doesn’t happen in a vacuum, and Burque judges aren’t immune to systemic sexist bias. Still, after the Women of the World Poetry Slam blew up here in March, I had higher hopes. The struggle struggles on.