Friday, October 30, 2015

SFYS is Growing! Join us!

SFYS has reached the point where it can no longer be a one-man-band organization and I invite you all to share a bit of your time and skills to help this community keep growing and being a resource to Utah County writers.

If we all do what we can, this big job is very doable.  What I am asking is that we each look to see what interests us and what is within our skill set and commit to that area of interest as a part of the administration of Speak For Yourself Open Mic.

For example, being on the host/MC schedule generally means committing to attend one Thursday a month (the commitment will be less as more hosts sign up).

Another opportunity is to write articles or submit creative work for the blog and/or help recruit others to do the same (and format and post the content).

Another opportunity is to regularly update the SFYS Instagram.

Another opportunity is to research free advertising opportunities and pursue them (for example, we are on many of the local online event pages but not all of them and the listings do expire eventually and need to be updated).

Another opportunity is to coordinate educational outreach with Utah County Schools or other arts organizations.

Another opportunity is to recruit features and/or make fliers.

Admin opportunities can be found at the SFYS Open Mic Admin group page, which is a public discussion page on Facebook.  Anyone can post ideas for how to help SFYS grow and if a posted opportunity is something you can take on, reply to the thread.  I look forward to working with you!  You are wonderful writers and I feel tremendously lucky to be a part of this writing community.


SFYS Open Mic Admin Page: https://www.facebook.com/groups/591146174317440/

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Compilation Poem for October 8, 2015

Pink petals mix with cloudy debris
Waves crashing, kissing the shore
Naked feet in straw sandals
I can feel the surf swirling around my ankles
Forget me not, the night says as it slips behind the moon
Be still, be quiet
A whimper disturbs the air
Paralyzed vocal cords
A sorrow so deep, you're left unable to breathe
The once one are now two
A constant mystery: you.
I never told you my wishes because each one was a prayer
I expect too much by expecting anything at all
I've wasted talents and abused love
And I fall and I fall until I hit rock bottom
Finishing the road that is never ending
Let us suppose there is no afterlife
In blank ink, my love shall still shine bright
And the only light to show it was from a lamp post and the last light from the west.

Compiled by Sarah Dutton

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Compilation Poem for October 1, 2015



A poem for my Daughter

40 years past it's prime.

These lips read truth,

the noise that is not you.

 

Did you, brother, become the widow's son?

The text of your next tattoo?

Completely lost, a near miss,

dear Daughter, your secrets are safe with me.

 

What are you counting on your fingers,

dear Ishtar?  I hate being sick, nostalgia,

waves of the past.

With fiends like these, who needs friends?

 

A river of steel, of molten lead, and you,

you are just a drop!

Oh Hush October, shadow of

events to come.

An imperfect curl, where society works

a broken ankle, when the melody gives way.

A sacrifice to the Beast!

When darker thoughts arise.

 

Hearts desires, gaps, holes,

things we want to say.

When the tea kettle whistles-
I just miss you.



Compiled by Paul Francis