It was the first session for 2020 – Poetry At The Fringe – and it was the quietest I’ve been to. A nice day in early February means many people will be any place where indoors poetry is not. Also it was a change in the schedule, a week or two earlier than normal due to a venue clash, so that no doubt threw a people from the scent.
Only nine people reading for the open-mic instead of the usual 15-20. It meant a bit more time to explore a few things.
I was second up in the queue this time – earliest I’ve been up I think.
I read new poems, all new to me this year. I started with a poem about the time I did some community service, then to one about how writer’s block is a crock and a wee story about me and Osc and Bowie the dog and finally another writer one.
They seemed to go down well. And I felt good reading them – maybe on account of attending Poetry In Motion’s open mic just a couple of days earlier, so the ring-rust from the holiday break was out the window for me.
Russell Self was our main poet and musical guest also. He alternated between songs and poems – many of his poems are committed to memory and he’s a skilled reader (performer) with a great voice. His songs were well appreciated also.
Russell’s been a guest on my podcast – so click that link if you’d like to hear more from him.
Poetry at the Fringe is up and running for 2020. I’m looking forward to more sessions…