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Saturday, January 10, 2026

Remembering Bowerbird Intelligentleman aka Bruce Morasch

Bowerbird Intelligentleman aka Bruce Morasch
Photo by Poetri Smith 

Bowerbird was beloved in Northern Arizona. Our teams were young, mainly college kids and we only made semi-finals a handful of times, but he always had kind words for our poets and our teams from Flagstaff and Sedona.

At one of my earlier National Poetry Slam Slammaster's meeting in either 2001 or 2004, there was an intense argument over a rule between Taylor Mali and the late Danny Solis and right in the middle, PSI board president Mike Henry, who was moderating the discussion called on Bowerbird, who had his hand up for the longest time.

"I just want to say I'm happy to be here with you all," Bowerbird said.

The meeting erupted in laughter and broke the tension. 

Even Danny was laughing.

That will always be Bowerbird for me.

Bowerbird enjoying the National Poetry Slam's Head-to-Head Haiku in 2012.

from The Los Angeles Times

The Basement : Light of ‘Cultural Exiles’ Shines in Coffeehouse

By ESTHER SCHRADER

Sept. 15, 1988

Mark Phillips is singing.

Acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder, his scruffy cowboy boots tapping the beat, the janitor at the Echo Park United Methodist Church is playing songs of railroad tracks and the West to a tiny audience in the church basement.

It is Saturday night at the unassuming church on Alvarado Street north of Sunset Boulevard. And on Saturday nights, the basement becomes a makeshift coffeehouse--a dimly lit sanctuary for artists of all kinds.

Since a former choir director at the church started the free Basement Coffeehouse eight years ago, the small room with a shabby stage, creaky card tables and religious books stacked in a corner has been the scene once a week of folk music and poetry readings, New-Age paeans and subdued talk among friends....

... ‘A Lot of Characters’

“It has a lot of character--a lot of character because it has a lot of characters,” [pastor of the church Rev. David] Farley said. “We’ll have a lot of people from the Westside all chiced up; we’ll have old bag ladies sort of huddled by the piano escaping the cold with some popcorn.”

Last Saturday night, Bruce Morasch, a UCLA graduate student who calls himself “bowerbird intelligentleman,” recited his rhymes, his voice booming as he padded from one side of the stage to the other:

I’m just a restless, reckless poet from Los Angeles:

orange juice for breakfast on the Los Angeles Crest;

movie stars and boulevards,

and cars and cars and cars;

a restless, reckless poet from Los Angeles.

bdbb, bdbb, bdbd, bdbb;

bdbb, bdbb, bdbdbd.

“One day, I don’t know, poetry just started popping out of me,” he said. “And so you look around for a place to share it. Places like these.”

As Morasch gestured broadly on stage, unkempt blond hair flying and black-clad limbs flailing, a woman who calls herself “Lalaland” stretched, catlike, on a Ping-Pong table in one corner.

“See, there is a message in my rhymes if you want to hear it, but if not, it’s kind of surface,” she whispered, punctuating her phrases with soft taps on a drum she bought at Toys R Us. “It seems to some as nonsense, but to others as a code.” ...

from The Los Angeles Times

Poetic Places : Poetry Readings in Southland Cafes, Bookstores and Coffeehouses Serve Up a Powerful Brew of Words and Ideas

By PENELOPE MOFFET

July 11, 1987

Sunday afternoon shoppers breezed along Melrose Avenue, passing the plate-glass windows of the Gasoline Alley cafe.

The passers-by served as unwitting, temporary backdrops to poets Starr Goode and Cecilia Woloch, who read their work for those who sipped espresso and iced cappuccino inside.

Occasionally a passer-by paused to peer in, as if wondering what new trend was being set. A few times, unwitting would-be customers pushed through the front door before stopping cold and backing out. “I have to confess that I am guilty of sloth. Like many artists and writers, I like to stay up late and sleep in late,” Goode said to a wave of sympathetic laughter from the 40 people packed into the small cafe. Then she read a poem called “Sleeping Past Noon.” ...

... Held on Weekends

Most readings are held on weekends, but a few take place during the week. Monday night, for instance, Los Angeles poets Kate Braverman and Bowerbird Intelligentleman performed their work as part of the Goat Hill Readings series at the Good Earth restaurant in Santa Ana.

About 20 people sipped coffee and herbal tea and munched on salads while Intelligentleman (a UCLA social-psychology doctoral candidate and computer consultant also known as Bruce Morasch) started things off.

“I’m a REST-less, RECK-less, poet from Los Angeles,” he chanted rapidly, while a strobe light flickered over his long hair, sweat shirt and jeans. “ . . . Fruits and nuts and nuts and bolts and lots of loose screws. . . . “ In between verses, he drummed syncopation on his chest and stomach and greeted the crowd’s laughter and applause with a sweetly mischievous smile.

Throughout Intelligentleman’s mostly rhythmic, high-energy recitation, one male listener calmly sketched his woman companion, who leaned back and stared at the performing poet. Smoke spiraled upward from a few cigarettes, dissipating in the room’s air conditioning. A friend, Darlene Allen, stood beside him and translated many of his poems into sign language. (No hearing-impaired people were in the audience, but Allen and the poet say they hope to stage future readings specifically for the hearing-impaired.)

from  Cobalt Poets Series, #51A

Bowerbird's autobiography

By bowerbird intelligentleman

Sept. 7, 2004

bowerbird intelligentleman is the hardest-working poet in show business. 

he is one of the original performance poets, and still one of the most unique, and has -- ever since starting the art-form back in the stoned age of 1987 -- loudly proclaimed his goal of "exploding performance poetry globally". 

and since then, he has worked ceaselessly and tirelessly to "make it happen".

bowerbird has always been a strong advocate of _performance_ over _print_. he rejected print as a medium suitable for his work right at the outset, and has spurned many attempts over the years to channel poems in that direction. bowerbird also pushed the envelope of the performance poetry art-form. one of the first such poets to work from memory as a matter of course -- the l.a. times called it, on 7/11/87, a "rhythmic high-energy recitation" -- he has always showed a keen awareness of the role of performance, while still writing the words one-at-a-time and crafting them carefully. performing in a visually distinctive style, he has always caught the eye of photographers, and pictures of him performing have been published far and wide, including the most well-known magazines in the world. 

his sharp attention to "transforming the audio into video" also led him -- when he first started performing, in 1987 -- to a unique innovation: interpretation of the performance in a.s.l. (american sign language). mona jean cedar attended one of his early signed poetry performances, and has gone on over the subsequent 15 years to develop this hybrid, in her compelling conglomeration of dance, poetry, and sign language. 

as a computer junkie, though, he was a pioneer in using desktop publishing to serve the poetry community. he published one of the first poetry calendars to inform people about upcoming events (even before there were many events). he then went on to assist in the debut of "out loud", a subsequent calendar that lasted for years. he also taught desktop publishing to g. murray thomas, who went on to publish "next..." magazine, the poetry newsletter that served as the definitive los angeles poetry calendar for the entire last decade. 

bowerbird also assisted several print poetry small-press magazines. he did desktop publishing for "the moment", one of the first magazines that grew out of the open-mike movement that sprang up in the 1980s. he also created an electronic version of several issues of the magazine, long before the mass phenomenon of the world-wideweb was to emerge. he ran type out for other magazines (like "verve"), and for broadsides too. 

bowerbird has also done other aspects of computer/poetry interaction. he has created computerized slide-shows to back him in performance, written multimedia authoring-tools that poets can use to create shows, and even wrote a computerized scoring program for use at slam nationals. (the program can process all the scores from all of the bouts in minutes, and create a website to show them all in a half-hour after a single click.) 

bowerbird has also written a wide variety of electronic-book programs, including one that does automatic imposition of chapbooks for printing. no more will a poet need to waste a whole tree in printouts to simply get all of the pages of their chapbook to come out in the proper order. along the way, bowerbird also invented the "bowerbook", a fun means of printing and binding a book one-at-a-time that mimics perfect binding. 

in addition, bowerbird has experimented with the telephone for poetry. for a time, he owned 1-800-get-poem (now defunct). he was also the original sponsor of "cut-foot" (310.cut.foot) -- active to this very day -- the music/art/poetry hotline that his friend eric brown made famous. 

but alas, bowerbird is also one of the world's worst poetry producers. 

one of his first productions, created first in association with the poet pedro derycz (author of the infamous "my butt itches") and then independently, was "the let's go poetry and beer party", an open-mike poetry event that doubled as a party with free beer. the parties started in his apartment, and experience a short term of success, growing into a wide range of other venues, including the electronic-cafe, the arthouse, and even a steel-art workshop. at several of these locations, video-phone connections were made to share poetry with venues like the nuyorican poets cafe in new york, the stone soup poetry collective in boston, and various other places. but even with free beer, he didn't draw a crowd large enough for him, so bowerbird eventually brought the series to a close. 

he should have just quit right then and there, undoubtedly. after all, if you can't make an event work when you are giving away free beer, what hope will you ever have? but did he quit? no sir. he just plunged stupidly ahead... 

another of his failures was "the 100 monkeys project", an attempt formulated in the late 1980s to gather 100 poets pooling $100 each to create two videotapes, one a 2- hour tape (with a 1-minute poem from each poet), the second a 6-hour tape (with 3- minutes from each). that project stalled out with between a half-dozen and a dozen poets... then, in 1993, he created the "one and one only" series, at barnsdall art park, using the gallery theater there, a 300-seater, a size that was unprecedented in the openmike poetry scene (and would remain so until many years later). as with the "poetry and beer" show, even though many observers on the scene considered this as one of the premiere poetry events in the city to the time, it didn't draw a large-enough crowd for his taste, so bowerbird took it down. the "voice-change-on-every-poem" format later proved its worth in the slam. along about 1993, poetry became a hit on m.t.v., with poets from the nuyorican, thereby vindicating bowerbird's longstanding prediction that this would happen. another prediction was validated when def jam took poetry and put it on h.b.o. but perhaps his most uncanny prediction was made in the late summer of 1996; after murray thomas had informed him that his dream of "100 monkeys" had manifested itself at the 1995 slam nationals, when 100+ poets participated, bowerbird predicted that this festival would garner "the top press available" by the year 2000. pushed to name what he meant by "the top press available", bowerbird responded "oh, 60 minutes." sure enough, on november 28, 1999, just 34 days before the calendar said 2000, 60 minutes aired a story on slam. people called him crazy every step of the way, but bowerbird was always right. 

in 1996, in cooperation with mark schaefer -- his best friend for many years, in poetry and otherwise -- the entity known as "opposed thumb" was created, and it has proven to be the major exception to bowerbird's long road of failure. 

but in spite of his clear legacy of failure, bowerbird's biggest failure was still to come, in 1998, with "nap jam" -- the north american poetry jam. intended as the "yin" counterpart to the "yang" of the national poetry slam, based on cooperation rather than competition, nap jam was conceived as a 4-night explosion of performance poetry, where every participant would get to perform in front of all of their peers, with everything videorecorded, with the whole event brought to life in "potluck" style, by its participants. sounds good, but he couldn't get enough poets to travel to las vegas for it, so after a couple years of failed jams, he finally took down that show too, after having lost tons and tons of money on the whole venture... 

even though he obviously can't get anything to work well himself, bowerbird nonetheless seems to have absolutely no difficulty in butting in and telling other people what _they_ should be doing. since he started doing performance poetry, he has been telling los angeles poetry producers that they should try to concentrate the community's resources rather than diluting its critical mass. absolutely no one ever listened to him. (or realize he was right.) for years he was a thorn in the national slam family, using their own listserve (which he had helped bring about and make a success) to tell them exactly what they were doing wrong. in explicit detail. with convincing argument after convincing argument. day after day. until they had no choice but to ban him from the listserve, thereby fully demonstrating the depth of their commitment to free speech. that wasn't the first listserve from which bowerbird has been banned. and it probably won't be the last either... some people just never learn. 

even though (as is clearly evidenced here), once he actually gets going, it is extremely difficult to shut him up, it nonetheless remains true that bowerbird is very uncomfortable talking about himself in the third person -- which is why he rarely writes a bio -- so he will stop doing that now, and he will go have a sandwich because he is kind of hungry right now... 


from "Your Poems Are Not Good Because ... [a response]" or "The Rise, Fall and Renaissance of Poetry Slam"

By CHRISTOPHER FOX GRAHAM

April 30, 2024

...

We asked them to judge us
sans background, affiliation or inclination
no doctorate or bibliography required 
their scores, our epitaphs
8.2, even on page
6.9 because it was a sex poem
9.7 worth the bus ride home
5.8, a punch to the gut
7.1 after we dropped a line
9.3 when we picked it up
a perfect 10 with tear-filled eyes
or guts sore with laughter
or hearing their story told through our lips

They judged our game
our struts and frets
in three minutes upon the stage
they were part of the show
they, the reason we spit:
Vox populi, 
vox deus, 
judicat poeta

We had demigods and divas
devils and demons
and sometimes, 
perhaps too often, 
we were they

We were “Beauty Ba Bo” perfectly translated

We had wingless seraphim
their halos lost in stage lights
Fallen angels seeking absolution
Mortals mid-apotheosis
We knew our saints by heart
could speak their names in mononyms
Shibboleths sans surname:
Marc, 
Patricia, 
Saul, 
Beau, Reggie, Taylor, Buddy, Gary, Roger, Bob, Wammo, Marty, Shappy, Klute, 
Sekou, Shihan, Ed, Derrick, Talib, Shane, Barbara, Miguel, Mahogany, Rachel, Sarah, Phil, Pat, MuMs, Jared, Henry, Mike, Scott, Suzi, Christopher, Hanif, Dayvid, Andy, Jack, Staceyann, Ken, Alvin, Corinna, Jaylee, Baz, Blair, Bao, Betsy, Sonya, Rives, Anis, Lauren, Bill, Patrick, Holly, Theresa, Billy, Jugga, Ragan, Steve, Sean, Suheir, Sou, Simone, Sully, Celena, Zork, Omar, Olivia, Oz, Iyeoka, Isaac, Corbet, Ebony, Eboni, Janean, Jamie, Jive, Jeremiah, Jasmine, Jerry, Cristin, Kenn, Eitan, Daphne, Danez, Donnie, Delrica, Duncan, De, Denise, Desiree, Darrell, Amelia, Xero, Mack, Paul, Stefan, Angela, Karen, Midnight, Erik, Sierra, Hakim, Adriana, Frannie, Ebo, Jesse, Matthew, Doc, Lindsay, Mickie, Maya, Laura, Emi, Nathan, Mikel, Mojdeh, Tank, Thadra, Robbie, Omari, Gypsee, Tristan, DaShade, Blue, Blythe, Tony, Rudy, Andrea, Ayinde, Abigail, Alex, Akua, Adam, Taalam, Rowie, Claire, Gabbi, Gabrielle, Genevieve, Goad, Taneka, Cass, Frank, Ryan, Valence, Evan, Josh, Nodalone, Neil, Briana, Brenna, Brit, Randy, Lydia, Jess, Naughtya, Eddie, Amy, Angelica, Caleb, Dylan, Dwain, Hakim, Lacey, Natasha, Zack, Panika, Amir, Chrysanthemum, Imani, Glori, Gigi, Tui, Jerri, Omni, Emanuelee, Ekabhumi, Javon, Jomar, George, Joyce, Joaquin, Mercedez, Mindy, Morris, Mckendy, Mayday, Matt, Esme, Brett, Dahled, Sam, Sevan, Suzee, Sabrina, Soul, Cheryl, Logan, Myrlin, James, Taz, Twain, Tova, Thomas, Crystal, Christa, Guante, Angelique, Colin, Theo, Jozer, Kealoha, Keith, Katie, Kat, Khary, Kataalyst, Bryan, Nazelah, Porsha, Daryl, Ian, Jon, Jay, Jeremyah, Jordan,  
Duke, FreeQuency, Flowmentalz, MrHumanity, Candy, Rage,  Diamond, Nova, Tempest, Verbal, Vogue, Tapestry, Rooster, Toaster, Whoopeecat
Don, Damian and Danny, the Trinity of ABQ
AJ, RJ, RC, CR, GNO, IN-Q when initials were enough 
Bowerbird just happy to be there
Mona turning spoken word into silent speech
Jeanne and Jim, no distance too far
Stephen and Julia with a Tattler
Arrian with a camera,
Inkera with a “welcome”
Clebo shirtless and rarefied
and Mighty Mike McGee, whose three names are always spoken as one ...

Sedona Poetry Slam returns for first slam of 2026 on Saturday, Jan. 24


Sedona Poetry Slam launches into 2026 on Saturday, Jan. 24

With 2025 in the rear-view mirror and 2026 underway, the Sedona Poetry Slam's 17th season continues as performance poets bring high-energy, competitive spoken word to the Mary D. Fisher Theatre on Saturday, Jan. 24, starting at 7:30 p.m.

Audience members can expect everything from heartfelt confessions to biting political satire, as poets compete for cash prizes and a chance to represent Sedona at statewide competitions.

Open Slam

A poetry slam is like a series of high-energy, three-minute one-person plays, judged by the audience. Slam poetry is an art form that allows written page poets to share their work alongside theatrical performers, hip-hop artists and lyricists.

Poets come from as far away as Phoenix, Tucson, Prescott and Flagstaff, competing against local poets from Sedona and Cottonwood, college poets from Northern Arizona University and youth poets from Verde Valley high schools. All types of poetry are welcome on the stage, from street-wise hip-hop and narrative performance poems, to political rants and introspective confessionals. Any poem is a "slam" poem if performed in a competition. All poets get three minutes per round to entertain and inspire the audience with their creativity.

Anyone can sign up to compete in the slam for the $75 grand prize and $25 second-place prize. To compete in the slam, poets will need three original poems, each lasting no longer than three minutes. No props, costumes nor musical accompaniment are permitted. The poets are judged Olympics-style by five members of the audience selected at random at the beginning of the slam.

Email foxthepoet@yahoo.com to sign up early to compete or by the Friday before the slam, or sign up at the door the day of the slam. Poets who want to compete should purchase a ticket in case the roster is filled before they arrive.

Tickets and Venue

The Mary D. Fisher Theatre is located at 2030 W. SR 89A, Suite A-3, in West Sedona. Tickets are $12 in advance or $15 at the door. For tickets, CLICK HERE or call 928-282-1177 or visit SedonaFilmFestival.org.

Upcoming Slams

The next poetry slams will be held on Saturdays, March 7, April 4, May 9, and June 6.

The prize money is funded in part by a donation from Verde Valley poetry supporters Jeanne and Jim Freeland.

For more information, visit sedonafilmfestival.com or foxthepoet.blogspot.com. 

Thursday, January 8, 2026

"On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs" by Renée Nicole Good


Renée Nicole Good, née Macklin won the Academy of American Poets Prize for a poem called “On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs" in 2020.

"On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs"

i want back my rocking chairs,


solipsist sunsets,

& coastal jungle sounds that are tercets from cicadas and pentameter from the hairy legs of cockroaches.


i’ve donated bibles to thrift stores

(mashed them in plastic trash bags with an acidic himalayan salt lamp—

the post-baptism bibles, the ones plucked from street corners from the meaty hands of zealots, the dumbed-down, easy-to-read, parasitic kind):

 

remember more the slick rubber smell of high gloss biology textbook pictures; they burned the hairs inside my nostrils,

& salt & ink that rubbed off on my palms.

under clippings of the moon at two forty five AM I study&repeat

               ribosome

               endoplasmic—

               lactic acid

               stamen

 

at the IHOP on the corner of powers and stetson hills—

 

i repeated & scribbled until it picked its way & stagnated somewhere i can’t point to anymore, maybe my gut—

maybe there in-between my pancreas & large intestine is the piddly brook of my soul.

 

it’s the ruler by which i reduce all things now; hard-edged & splintering from knowledge that used to sit, a cloth against fevered forehead.

can i let them both be? this fickle faith and this college science that heckles from the back of the classroom


               now i can’t believe—

               that the bible and qur’an and bhagavad gita are sliding long hairs behind my ear like mom used to & exhaling from their mouths “make room for wonder”—

all my understanding dribbles down the chin onto the chest & is summarized as:


life is merely

to ovum and sperm

and where those two meet

and how often and how well

and what dies there.




Renée Nicole Macklin, whose later married named is Renée Nicole Good described herself as a “Poet and writer and wife and mom and shitty guitar strummer from Colorado; experiencing Minneapolis, MN.” 

Good, a 37-year-old U.S. citizen, lived in south Minneapolis with her wife just blocks from where she was shot and killed by an Immigration and Customs Enforcement agent on Jan. 7, 2025, according to the Minnesota Star Tribune. She had three children: a 6-year-old son with her second husband, who died in 2023, and two other children from her first marriage who live with extended family.

Sunday, December 21, 2025

Poetry at the Gin & Juice Tailgate Festival, before the Snoop Dogg Arizona Bowl on Dec. 27

Snoop Dogg Arizona Bowl presented by Gin & Juice by Dre and Snoop, pre-game Gin & Juice Tailgate Festival, 1200 E University Blvd, Tucson, AZ 85721
 10 a.m.

  • TRuth
  • Wisdom Soul
  • Cole Eblen
  • JCH
  • Dezzy
  • Valence
  • Ashanti Files

Noon

  • Lalli 
  • John Ivory
  • Sam Brown
  • Husslu
  • Christopher Fox Graham

Thursday, November 6, 2025

"Do not go gentle into that good night" final approach above Yavin



"Do not go gentle into that good night"
By Dylan Thomas [1914 –1953]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


In the year 0 BBY, 30 pilots and droids in 22 Incom T-65B X-Wing starfighters, eight Koensayr BTL-A4 Y-Wing assault starfighter/bombers and two crewmen in one Corellian YT-1300 light freighter made their approach on the Galactic Empire's Death Star space station above the gas giant Yavin, around which was the Rebel Alliance headquarters on the moon Yavin 4.

Monday, September 8, 2025

17th season of the Sedona Poetry Slam

The Sedona Poetry Slam is back for its 17th season at the Mary D. Fisher Theatre.

Sedona Poetry Slam Details

  • 7 pm sign-up
  • 7:30 pm slam
  • $75 Grand Prize, $25 second-place prize sponsored by Jeanne and Jim Freeland
  • $12 advance $15 door
  • Tickets: SedonaFilmFestival.com
  • Sign up by Friday the day before the slam at FoxThePoet@Yahoo.com

Sedona Poetry Slam Dates

  • Saturday, Sept. 27
  • Saturday, Oct. 25 costumes and props encouraged
  • Saturday, Dec. 13
  • Saturday, Jan. 24
  • Saturday, March 7
  • Saturday, April 4 
  • The Northern Arizona Book Festival is the weeked of April 11, with the Sedona Poetry Slam and Flagstaff Poetry Slam as partners
  • Saturday, May 9
  • Saturday, June 6


Monday, June 2, 2025

Map of Poetry Slams in US, Canada

Google Map started by the Fort Wayne Poetry Slam to try and compile information for slam venues across the United States and Canada.
For more information, contact Myles Taylor

Saturday, May 3, 2025

Last Sedona Poetry Slam of 2024-25 season on Saturday, May 31


The Sedona Poetry Slam has reached the final slam of the season before the summer break Saturday, May 31. Performance poets will bring high-energy, competitive spoken word to the Mary D. Fisher Theatre starting at 7:30 p.m.

The Last Slam of the 2024-25 Season

If you have told your friends you were going to attend a poetry slam this year, but haven't yet, this is your last chance to see what you've been anticipating.

A poetry slam is like a series of high-energy, three-minute one-person plays, judged by the audience. Slam poetry is an art form that allows written page poets to share their work alongside theatrical performers, hip-hop artists and lyricists. Poets come from as far away as Phoenix, Tucson, Prescott and Flagstaff, competing against local poets from Sedona and Cottonwood, college poets from Northern Arizona University and youth poets from Verde Valley high schools.

 All types of poetry are welcome on the stage, from street-wise hip-hop and narrative performance poems, to political rants and introspective confessionals. Any poem is a "slam" poem if performed in a competition. All poets get three minutes per round to entertain and inspire the audience with their creativity.

Open Slam

Anyone can sign up to compete in the slam for the $75 grand prize and $25 second-place prize. To compete in the slam, poets will need three original poems, each lasting no longer than three minutes. No props, costumes nor musical accompaniment are permitted. The poets are judged Olympics-style by five members of the audience selected at random at the beginning of the slam.

Email foxthepoet@yahoo.com to sign up early to compete or by the Friday before the slam or at the door the day of the slam. Poets who want to compete should purchase a ticket in case the roster is filled before they arrive.

The Mary D. Fisher Theatre is located at 2030 W. SR 89A, Suite A-3, in West Sedona. Tickets are $12 in advance or $15 at the door. For tickets, call 282-1177 or visit SedonaFilmFestival.org.

The prize money is funded in part by a donation from Verde Valley poetry supporters Jeanne and Jim Freeland.

For more information, visit sedonafilmfestival.com or foxthepoet.blogspot.com.

For a full list of slam poetry events in Arizona, visit azpoet.com.

What is Poetry Slam?

Founded at the Green Mill Tavern in Chicago in 1984 by Marc Smith, poetry slam is a competitive artistic sport designed to get people who would otherwise never go to a poetry reading excited about the art form when it becomes a high-energy competition. Poetry slams are judged by five randomly chosen members of the audience who assign numerical value to individual poets' contents and performances.

Poetry slam has become an international artistic sport, with more than 100 major poetry slams in the United States, Canada, Australia and Western Europe. Slam poets have opened at the Winter Olympics, performed at the White House and at the United Nations General Assembly and were featured on "Russell Simmons' Def Poets" on HBO.

Sedona has sent four-poet teams to represent the city at the National Poetry Slam in Charlotte, N.C., Boston, Cambridge, Mass., Oakland, Calif., Decatur, Ga., Denver and Chicago.

Sunday, April 6, 2025

Sedona Poetry Slam hosts penultimate competition and BlackBerry Peach qualifier on Saturday, May 3


The penultimate installment of a series is often one the best, and that will be the case as the Sedona Poetry Slam returns for its penultimate slam of the season Saturday, May 3. Performance poets will bring high-energy, competitive spoken word to Sedona's Mary D. Fisher Theatre starting at 7:30 p.m.

It will also be the Sedona Poetry Slam's qualifier for the BlackBerry Peach state poetry slam with the top three poets representing Sedona in the state slam. 

A poetry slam is like a series of high-energy, three-minute one-person plays, judged by the audience. Slam poetry is an art form that allows written page poets to share their work alongside theatrical performers, hip-hop artists and lyricists. Poets come from as far away as Phoenix, Tucson, Prescott and Flagstaff, competing against local poets from Sedona and Cottonwood, college poets from Northern Arizona University and youth poets from Verde Valley high schools. 

All types of poetry are welcome on the stage, from street-wise hip-hop and narrative performance poems, to political rants and introspective confessionals. Any poem is a "slam" poem if performed in a competition. All poets get three minutes per round to entertain and inspire the audience with their creativity.

Open Slam

Anyone can sign up to compete in the slam for the $75 grand prize and $25 second-place prize. To compete in the slam, poets will need three original poems, each lasting no longer than three minutes. No props, costumes nor musical accompaniment are permitted. The poets are judged Olympics-style by five members of the audience selected at random at the beginning of the slam.

Email foxthepoet@yahoo.com to sign up early to compete or by the Friday before the slam or at the door the day of the slam. Poets who want to compete should purchase a ticket in case the roster is filled before they arrive.

The Mary D. Fisher Theatre is located at 2030 W. SR 89A, Suite A-3, in West Sedona. Tickets are $12 in advance or $15 at the door. For tickets, call 282-1177 or visit SedonaFilmFestival.org.

The last poetry slam of the season will be on Saturday, May 31.

The prize money is funded in part by a donation from Verde Valley poetry supporters Jeanne and Jim Freeland.

For more information, visit sedonafilmfestival.com or foxthepoet.blogspot.com.

For a full list of slam poetry events in Arizona, visit azpoet.com.

BlackBerry Peach

The BlackBerry Peach Arizona finals will be held Saturday, May 16, at the PHX Poetry Slam, Heritage Headquarters, 515 E Grant St., Phoenix, hosted by Ben "B-Jam" Gardea. 

There will be 15 poets in the state slam with the three from the Prescott Poetry Slam already selected on March 16 and the Mesa slam chosen on March 22. The long-running Flagstaff Poetry Slam will select its poets on April 16 and the home Phoenix Poetry Slam choses its poets on April 18.

The Sedona Poetry Slam on May 3 promises to bring some of the best poets in the state hoping to win the last three berths in the competition.

All 15 poets will compete in the first round, with five in the second and the top three in the third. Doors open 7 p.m., show starts 8 p.m.

The top three poets from that competition will be sponsored to compete at the BlackBerry Peach National Poetry Slam held July 23 to 27th in Albuquerque, N.M., hosts by the National Federation of State Poetry Societies.

All poets at the finals will receive a trophy for being finalists. 

What is Poetry Slam?

Founded at the Green Mill Tavern in Chicago in 1984 by Marc Smith, poetry slam is a competitive artistic sport designed to get people who would otherwise never go to a poetry reading excited about the art form when it becomes a high-energy competition. Poetry slams are judged by five randomly chosen members of the audience who assign numerical value to individual poets' contents and performances.

Poetry slam has become an international artistic sport, with more than 100 major poetry slams in the United States, Canada, Australia and Western Europe. Slam poets have opened at the Winter Olympics, performed at the White House and at the United Nations General Assembly and were featured on "Russell Simmons' Def Poets" on HBO.

Sedona has sent four-poet teams to represent the city at the National Poetry Slam in Charlotte, N.C., Boston, Cambridge, Mass., Oakland, Calif., Decatur, Ga., Denver and Chicago. 

Saturday, March 22, 2025

Haiku Death Match at Heritage Square on April 13, as part of the Northern Arizona Book Festival

 


The Sedona Poetry Slam and Northern Arizona Book Festival are co-hosting a head-to-head Haiku Death Match at Heritage Square on Saturday, April 12, as part of the 2025 Northern Arizona Book Festival. The event features cash prizes for first, second and third place.

Ed Mabrey

Followed by a featured performance by Ed Mabrey, the greatest poet in the history of Poetry Slam — 4 World Championships, 7 Regional Championships, and over 500 wins. An NAACP Image Award Nominee, Ed's been on TV One, as well as ABC, FOX, HBO, CNN, Crackle, CBS and NBC. 

Ed has performed at over 400 colleges. A Cave Canem fellow, Watering Hole graduate fellow and Scioto Retreat Cohort.

Ed is a Pushcart nominee and was commissioned to craft a speech encompassing the Freedom Award recipients for 2017-2021 on behalf of the National Civil Rights Museum. Ed is a choreopoet, screenwriter, and actor. Most recently, Ed is a 2023-2024 Grammy Voting Member and proud member of Phi Theta Kappa.


Haiku (俳句) is a form of Japanese poetry consisting of 17 syllables in three metrical phrases of 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables.
Japanese haiku typically contain a kigo, or seasonal reference, and a kireji or verbal caesura. 
In Japanese, haiku are traditionally printed in a single vertical line, while haiku in English usually appear in three lines (5-7-5 syllables), to parallel the three metrical phrases of Japanese haiku.


A Haiku Death Match is a competitive poetry duel that is a subgenre of poetry slam. The Haiku Death Match is a prominent feature at the annual National Poetry Slam, replete with full costume for the host.
Slam haiku used in a Haiku Death Match is far simpler than traditional Japanese style haiku: The kigo and kireji can be omitted.


Slam haiku are simply three or fewer lines of exactly 17 syllables, no more, no less. Slam haiku can be anything from a single 17-syllable sing line or simply 17 words.

"Old Pond’’ by Matsuo Bashō [1644-1694] — a haiga in his own handwriting

Matsuo Bashō [1644-1694], born Matsuo Kinsaku, later known as Matsuo Chūemon Munefusa was the most famous Japanese poet of the Edo period. Bashō's most famous haiku:
古池や 
蛙飛び込む 
水の音

koike ya
kaeru tobikomu
mizu no on

Translated by Robert Hass as
Old pond…
a frog jumps in
water’s sound

やがて死ぬ
けしきは見え
ず蝉の声

yagate shinu 
keshiki wa miezu 
semi no koe

Translated by David G. Lanoue as:
The cry of the cicada
Gives us no sign
That presently it will die.


A standard Haiku Death Match is conducted thus:
⏹The host randomly draws the names of two poets, known as haikusters, from the pool of competitors.
⏹The haikusters adorn headbands of two colors: Red and Not-Red (white).
⏹Red Haikuster and Not-Red Haikuster bow to each other to demostrate they are friendly and that a Haiku Death Match is ultimately a silly thing.
⏹Red Haikuster goes first.
⏹The Red Haikuster reads his or her haiku twice. The audience does not clap or make noise (usually, though, they laugh or vocalize, but, of course, we must pretend that this is completely unacceptable).
⏹The Not-Red Haikuster reads his or her haiku twice. Again, the audience does not clap or make noise.
⏹The host waits for the three judges to make their choice for winner, then signals them to hold aloft their Red or Not-Red flag.
⏹Simple majority (3-0 or 2-1) determines the winner.
⏹The host asks the audience to demonstrate “the sound of one hand clapping,” i.e., silence, then “the sound of two hands clapping,” at which point they can finally applaud. The mock ceremony involving the audience is half the fun.
⏹The winning haikuster of that round then goes first.
Depending on the round, the winner will be best 3 of 5, 4 of 7, best 5 of 9, etc., of a number determined beforehand for each round.
After the duel, Red Haikuster and Not-Red Haikuster bow to each other and shake hands. The next duel begins.

Haiku by Matsuo Bashō:
"Quietly, quietly,
yellow mountain roses fall –
sound of the rapids"
Rules for the Haiku Death Match:
⏹Register: E-mail at foxthepoet@yahoo.com
⏹Participation: Anyone can compete.
⏹No Titles: Haikusters shall not read the title of the haiku. Just the 17-syllable haiku itself.
⏹While some haiku are merely three lines, Death Match Haiku must be 17 syllables exactly.
⏹Haikusters shall read the haiku twice, first for initial recitation, the second time for proper digestion. 
⏹Originality: Poets must be the sole authors of the haiku they use in competition. Plagiarized or others' haiku are grounds for disqualification. We all love Matsuo Bashō, but he’s 300 years too dead to compete.
⏹Preparation: Poets can have haiku written beforehand or write them in their head while at the mic. As long as the haiku are 17 syllables, we don’t care how, when or from where the haiku originates. 
Poets can read from the page, book, journal, notepad, smartphone, etc. 
⏹Rounds: Will be determined by the number of haikusters who sign up to compete.
⏹Quantity of haiku needed: Depends on the number of rounds. 30 haiku will likely be enough for poets who push rounds to the last haiku needed and go all the rounds, but 20 haiku might be enough. 50 to 100 gives haikusters enough material to be flexible in competition. Most veteran haikusters have several hundred to compete with.
If you run out of pre-written haiku, you can make them up on the mic and count on your fingers; that's perfectly fine.
⏹Adult themes and language. Remember that this is a live event and content of haiku will not be known ahead of time, but the event takes place at Heritage Square at a family friendly event. Please respect the audience, There may be children present so you may have to deal with their parents afterward. 
⏹Judges: Three random people at the event will be selected as the judges. Using the "fluid rule," the judges cannot share bodily fluids with any of the haikusters (i.e., no parents, siblings, blood relatives, children, spouses or lovers) and hope that the judges are not related and the event is fair. We will ask the haikusters before the Death Match if that rule applies to any judges before the event begins.
⏹Draw: We will pull two names from a hat containing the names of the competitors before each duel. If your name is drawn, you must haiku in that duel.
⏹Third Place: When we get to the final four haikusters, the top two will advance. The two defeated haikusters will then compete for third place, and the cash prize, before the top two haikusters compete for first place and second place.

This sheet of kaishi writing paper is inscribed with verse by Japan’s most famous haiku poet, Matsuo Bashō, and one of his pupils in the teacher’s own handwriting. When this work was first publically displayed at Seattle Asian Art Museum in 2015, it created a small sensation among literary specialists in Japan because not only were the Bashō poems recorded here previously unknown, the work must date to relatively early in his career as a poet, before he turned 40. In the West, it would be the equivalent of discovering a manuscript with previously unpublished poems by (Bashō’s contemporary) John Milton in his own hand. At the time of the discovery, the Bashō expert professor Tamaki Tsukasa stated that the handwriting, seal, and signature could also be authenticated as genuine.
Credit: Mary and Cheney Cowles Collection, Gift of Mary and Cheney Cowles, 2018, The Met


What’s the Best Strategy to Win a Haiku Death Match?
⏹A winning haikuster is flexible.
⏹If your opponent reads a serious or deep haiku, read one that is more serious or more profound, or go on the opposite tack and read something funny.
⏹If your opponent reads a funny haiku, read one that is funnier, or go on the opposite tack and read something serious or deep.
⏹If your opponent makes fun of you, make fun of yourself even bigger or make fun of them. A good head-to-head haiku can work wonders and often wins a Haiku duel. 
⏹If you’re on stage and you get an idea for a haiku, feel free to write it down immediately. That might be the next round’s haiku that wins you the duel.
⏹Have a good time. Even if don't get past the first round, it's still a great time for all.
⏹You get to read the haiku twice, so let that play into how you read it. You may want to read it verbatim with the same inflection or intonation, or you may want to emphasize a different portion of the haiku the second time. You may also use the repetition to your advantage and write a haiku about repeating yourself.

Poet Matsuo Bashō meets two farmers celebrating the mid-autumn moon festival in an 1891 print by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi from "Hundred Aspects of the Moon." The haiku reads:
“Since the crescent moon,
I have been waiting
for tonight.”



The Robert Spiess Memorial 2012 Haiku Awards
nautical chart
I touch the depth
of my mother’s ashes
— Scott Mason, First Prize

slave quarters ...
the shapes of their shadows
in this dust
— Duro Jaiye, Second Prize

shades of blue ...
the deer’s remaining eye
cradled by bone
— Susan Constable, Third Prize

winter dusk
my grief released
from the crow’s throat
— Margaret Chula, Honorable Mention

formation of geese —
a log opens
to the woodsman’s maul
— Michele L. Harvey, Honorable Mention

I seem to be
an intermittent shadow . . .
summer clouds
— Kirsty Karkow, Honorable Mention


Tuesday, February 18, 2025

“The New Horizon” by Christopher Fox Graham

I performed two poems at Lowell Observatory's annual I ❤ Pluto Festival Saturday, Feb. 15, at the Orpheum Theatre. The featured guests were Adam Nimoy, a television director and son of the late actor Leonard Nimoy; Alan Stern, Ph.D., Principal Investigator of the New Horizons Mission to Pluto; comet-hunter David Levy, who co-discovered Comet Shoemaker-Levy 9 (D/1993 F2) with Flagstaff scientists Gene and Carolyn Shoemaker.
This was the first of the two poems I wrote for the event. It pairs as a trilogy with my 2012 poem "Dear Pluto" about the planet and my 2016 poem "Clyde Tombaugh" about the planet's discoverer, who first viewed the planet from Lowell Observatory in Flagstaff.

Dr. Alan Stern emailed me after the I ❤ Pluto Festival:
"Dear Christopher,
Thanks a bunch for these, they are wonderful pieces of art and I am grateful for you sending them so I can share in our team.
Hope to see you again in Flag someday (and hopefully before Pluto’s 100th)!
Very best,
-Alan"

“The New Horizon”
by Christopher Fox Graham

amid the infinite dark
400 billion points of light burn —
93 million miles from one unremarkably ordinary star,
the first snap-crack of amino acids
move and grow, 
seeking something beyond 
the first horizon 
of its salt pond tide pool

the drive to expand, experience, explore
written at inception into RNA
the hero’s journey inscribed in all cells since
we’re here, now, because “here” wasn’t enough

our ancestors sought what’s over next horizon
the first fish to set foot on land 
the first therapsid to walk upright
the first mammal to emerge in the shadow of the last dinosaur
the first primate to step onto the savannah
the first human family to leave the only tribe 
to start a new one
the first caravan to cross the desert
the first ship to leave the safety of shore
the first astronaut to lose sight of the Earth
beyond the edge of the dark side of the Moon
mystery, adventure, fate, fortune and future
are always over the hopeful horizon 

"Earthrise," taken on Dec. 24, 1968, by Apollo 8 astronaut William Anders

this here, this sphere of home, 
this pale blue dot suspended in a sunbeam
is all we know, every human being who ever was, 
every hunter, forager, peasant, king, inventor, explorer, 
"superstar", "supreme leader," hero, coward, 
dreamer, destroyer, saint, sinner, genocide and miracle
every mother and father, broken heart and forever love story,
every living thing 
from that first cell
to your hopeful child
is here, 
on this grain of sand in the dark
the breadth of my palm from our singular sun

"The Pale Blue Dot"

but out there are more worlds with unseen horizons
so we peer into the dark
unafraid of what we may find 
cast out our messages in bottles
to send photos of the spheres 
and their untouched horizons back home
so we can wonder at their beauty



but out along the edge
beyond our brother Mars,
the great Jupiter 
and ringed Saturn
fraternal twins Neptune and Uranus
is the ninth horizon
discovered by a Kanas boy 
who called Flagstaff home

Clyde Tombaugh [Feb. 4, 1906-Jan. 17, 1997]

that far out, the sun that made life possible here
is a point of light,
but barely much more
though it holds Pluto in orbit like a prodigal son

astronomers-turned-archers 
sent New Horizons to see Clyde Tombaugh’s discovery —
we sent a piece of him, too


his ashes in a capsule 
no bigger 
than a thumb

132524 APL (2002 JF56)



it waved hello to asteroid 132524 APL,
swam through the swirling orbits of Jupiter’s 95 moons
like a sober freshman navigating a nightclub dance floor
with a sweaty fake ID, 
hoping not to be noticed,


popping paparazzi photos 
of Io, Ganymede, Callisto and Europa

Galilean moons Io, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto

then, hooked by the weight, 
turned left, 
passing the orbits of the outer planets
to the final horizon
to this 
mote of dust

New Horizons passes through the Pluto system at about 30,800 mph, passing within 40,000 miles of Pluto on Monday, July 13, 2015.

in the blink of an eye
Robin Hood could loose an arrow into a bullseye
and send a second
to split the first at a 100 paces

but teams of technicians on earth
could split the orbit
of Pluto and Charon
at 30,000 miles per hour
from 2 billion miles away 
closer than Nix, Kerberos, Hydra and Styx
had ever been


We named everything — 

maculae after the gods of death 
who rule permanent horizons 
Cadejo, Meng Po and Morgoth

fluctus after those 
who journeyed to the underworlds 
of a dozen mythologies,
Mpobe, Dioynsus, Xanthius

plains after satellites 
Sputnik, Rosetta, and Ranger, Chandrayaan, Hiten and Yutu 
who broke the bonds of earth,


for the dreamers uncontent to be held back by the old horizons
we named the hills and mountains 
Edmund Hillary, Tenzing Norgay, 
Zheng He, Bessie Coleman, Muhammad al-Idrisi,
Junko Tabei, 
Juan Sebastián Elcano,
Thor Heyerdahl and the Wright brothers

craters and regions after those 
who stared into the abyss
Percival Lowell, Viktor Safronov, Michael Belton

free from nationality, 
all sharing a singular horizon


we saved the welcoming heart 
for Tombaugh
the boy whose heart
kept New Horizons warm in the dark
warm, and fundamentally human


because “here” was never enough
beyond Pluto
we sought one last horizon at Arrokoth 
the "Ultima Thule" on our map

Arrokoth, informally known as Ulitma Thule.

now 4.6 billion miles from a lost horizon
it will never see again
is our message in a bottle
proof that “here” is never enough
for a cell or a species

our New Horizons are infinite

Departure shot of Pluto by New Horizons, showing Pluto's atmosphere backlit by the Sun. consists mainly of nitrogen, with minor amounts of methane and carbon monoxide. The blue color is close to what a human eye would have seen, and is caused by layers of haze in the atmosphere 






Notes:

"Earthrise" was taken on Dec. 24, 1968, by Apollo 8 astronaut William Anders at 16:39:39.3 UTC. The Apollo 8 crew consisted of Anders, Frank Borman and James Lovell. Using photo mosaics and elevation data from Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter, this video commemorates the 45th anniversary of Apollo 8's historic flight by recreating the moment when the crew first saw and photographed the Earth rising from behind the Moon. Narrator Andrew Chaikin, author of A Man on the Moon, sets the scene for a three-minute visualization of the view from both inside and outside the spacecraft accompanied by the onboard audio of the astronauts:


Anders used a highly modified Hasselblad 500 EL camera with an electric drive. The camera had a simple sighting ring, rather than the standard reflex viewfinder, and was loaded with a 70 mm film magazine containing custom Ektachrome film developed by Kodak. Anders had been photographing the lunar surface with a 250 mm lens; the lens was subsequently used for the Earthrise images. While the image is best known with the moon horizon on the bottom of the image and the Earth rising above, it was actually shot as it appears here, in line with the lunar north pole. It was later rotated 95 degrees to place the moon horizon at the bottom of the photo.



"The Pale Blue Dot" is a photograph of Earth taken Feb. 14, 1990, by NASA’s Voyager 1 at a distance of 3.7 billion miles (6 billion kilometers) from the Sun. The image inspired the title of scientist Carl Sagan's book, "Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space," in which he wrote: "Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every 'superstar,' every 'supreme leader,' every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam," which is sampled and paraphrased in the poem.


132524 APL (2002 JF56): The two "spots" in this image are two images of asteroid 132524 APL (2002 JF56) taken on June 11, bottom, at a distance of 3.36 million kilometers, and June 12, 2006, the top, taken at 1.34 million kilometers. The asteroid is about 2.5 kilometers in diameter.

Galilean Moons: The montage of Jupiter's four large and diverse Galilean satellites as seen by the Long Range Reconnaissance Imager on the New Horizons spacecraft during its flyby of Jupiter in late February 2007. The four moons are, from left to right: Io, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto. The images have been scaled to represent the true relative sizes of the four moons and are arranged in their order from Jupiter.

Robin Hood: If the 4.8 billion-kilometer distance to Pluto when New Horizons passed through was reduced to 100 paces (200 to 400 feet depending on stride, or ~100 yards, i.e., the length of a football field), the 40,000-mile (64,373 km) distance between Pluto and New Horizons when it passed within 40,000 miles would be 1.22 millimeters. On that scale, the 2.7-meter New Horizons probe would be 2 nanometers, smaller than the diameter of a strand of DNA.

486958 Arrokoth: (2014 MU69) or Ultima Thule is a trans-Neptunian Kuiper belt object. Arrokoth became the farthest and most primitive object in the Solar System visited by a spacecraft whenNew Horizons conducted a flyby on Jan. 1, 2019. It is made of two lobes, a smaller "walnut" and a larger "pancake." The two conjoined lobes indicate Arrokoth used to be two separate bodies that stuck together after a gentle, slow-speed collision. The Latin "Ultima Thule" means "farthest Thule," a semi-mythical place in Greek and Roman mythology located in the far north, usually an island, possibly Iceland, the British Isles, the Shetland Isles or the Orkney Islands.