New Year, New Things, New...o damn, no, not that again... OPEN MICS EVERYWHERE

Please feel free to catch me at a poetry reading any time you like. They are tasty and smooth, like a banana maquiri. (That is totally a thing I did not just make up, do not google it).

Okay, I should have written this a long time ago. Days. Days and days. Also should have gone to sleep at some point? Not perfect yet.

However, that is all water over the bridge at this point. Drowning a bit? Believe it or not, I have a poem for that.

Re-Verb this month, of course: but not every week. Maybe only half of them (!). I was there on January 4th — DJ JustNine in the house — and met the new(ish) rapper Crowfather, of whom I’d never heard before but who kinda blew my mind. Might write some more on that at a later date. If I remember. In the meantime, check out his music, it is 🔥❤️‍🔥🔥.

Got the Radical Joy open mic, tomorrow — I mean, tonight — at Lutunji’s Palate. Be there or don’t be there, I don’t care. (I do care.) You’re only hurting yourself, people.