I traveled to Tucson last night with three of my favorite local poets, and I won the monthly Ocotillo Poetry Slam. The victory comes with an asterisk, but the experience taught me about the value of knowing your audience. One of the younger attendees dubbed me the Langston Hughes of his generation. I'm going to assume he doesn't really know what he's talking about; I insist instead that I'm honored to be among so many encouraging poets and performers in Phoenix.
Starting this coming Friday, I'll be competing in the monthly Tombstone Poetry Slam at Fair Trade Cafe in downtown Phoenix. We need folks to fill seats, because, among other reasons, we poets actually like sharing our work with others, as opposed to just hearing ourselves talk. The cover is $5, which will support our TBD traveling National Poetry Slam team. Tombstone will commence the last Friday of the month for the better part of 2011, despite its name, keeping competitive slam alive in the Valley.