#Poémame

Poémame group of poets will be giving their second reading of the season on Thursday, 28 November 2019. The event is in Barcelona, at La Base Ateneu Cooperatiu, Carrer de les Hortes, 10. It starts at 8 p.m. So for anyone interested, here is some more information

#PoemameBcn.

Poets slated to read (in Catalan, English, Spanish, Greek):

 

Catalán: 

Noemí Morral

Inglés:

Siobhan Tebbs

Castellano:

Raúl Cristian Aguirre

Lengua invitada:Griego

Makis Moulos

And the event will conclude with an open mike session...

Pomegranate

Pomegranate

Thrust upward, the devising

flows this way: brown velvet covering

quince blossom, out of the greenery,

vermilion paint of pomegranate

flower: swept sunward.)

Abstract

For future reworking.....

London

London

Only a slight chill in the air that evening—

the Victoria Embankment in London,

our hands touching not quite unexpectedly,

some three hours after meeting.

The river held a life we’d never entered and probably never would.

The trees and the rustle of fallen leaves

inspired a kind of awe. In memory

that uncertain touch bonded

with the strong river currents.

Waiting

Waiting

In an hour or so a medical check up.

Then we’ll be driving over to Lleida,

stopping for lunch somewhere on the way this time,

kind of a novelty as we usually find it waiting for us.

But with the late start and all. And then

it’s not a difference I dislike—so many times

after all some of our best moments have come on quiet roads, just the two of us, on the way to destinations previously arranged or come on by chance. A chance arrangement, a road moment that leads to more, not aways pleasantly of course,

yet the first urge is to remember bread and cheese and wine

on the side of a small road,

fearful heat perhaps,

but also the strange fun of each other surprised at the ordinary discovery of strong coffee at a roadside inn just there.