I like touring with punk rock bands.

The crowds don’t expect spoken word or slam poetry.  Many have never experienced it before.

In 2003/2004, south of Dallas, TX, Kim Sasser opened her mouth and poetry came out.  That was the first time I heard a spoken word poem.  Amazed, I knew it was something I wanted to cultivate (it sounded like my insides).

Last night, in East PA, several people felt something, heard something, felt awakened, told me about it, reminded me that there are multitudes waiting for the tools, the words, emotions–to get out what is trapped within.  They told me it came out.