Sunday, April 13 at 3:00 Vernacular Bestiary Reading Santa Paula Agriculture Museum 926 Railroad Ave, Santa Paula host: Mary Kay Rummel poets invited to read: Courtney Remington, Marivel Cano, Deisy Ibarra Munoz, Lacey Majus, Lesley Ho, Pat Barone, Ricardo Torres, Ashley Dasnoit, Mary Sequoia Hamilton, Doris Vernon, Robyn Braddon, Elyse Geer, Jeanette Clough, Tree Bernstein, Trina Nagele, Kimberly Young, Marsha de la O, Teresa Archer, , Ron Alexander, Nina Parlier, Gaby LeMay, Ellen Reich, Joseph Gallo, Marla Burg, Nancy Pement, Tim Tipton, Peggy Kelly, Richard Beban, RD Armstrong, Linda Holland, Sheryl Hamlin and animal poem open mic a few of the selected poems… Elyse Geer Vulture Vulture, Oh Vulture, Soaring through the sky, I wonder if a vulture Likes roadkill On rye? Ellen Reich SOME POETS ARE BORN WITH THE SOUL OF A CAT With his bare feet he sifts words in a sandstorm— a whisper in each grain of sand Lips of whitewater bubble as if speaking in tongues His cat chitters in syncopation to the oceans’ orchestra It is the kind of wind where he loses his fence He lets wind and cat in cat out cat restless can’t decide whether to eat or purr Wind turns flowerpots upside down They explode without the sheer boundary of wall All conscious thought swept away Then like claws puncturing the heart of a bird a blast of language bursts in The poem could end here But the cat slinks beyond the edge of searching while this poem persists in each granule of feline language The poet smoothes cat fur ruffling in the wind Mary Kay Rummel The Hawk Everyone knows the hawk, hes a switch-blade, stainless steel flicked open, he scours the air with a metal whir setting your teeth on edge, his wings cold span like a guillotine above your head. Then, snapped shut, he sits on a branch. Broods. Peers out from under his hood. Nursing an old grievance, his feathers splayed in disarray, he bides his time. Every creature too small to sate his hunger, he must spend his days in trees, on fence-posts scouting for sparrows, snakes. Unsung henchman with no kingdom its never him, but the world thats wrong. Oblivious to all the passing centuries, he bides his time— then wreaks revenge.
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