performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Mother’s Sun
10/30/25 I think of Claire Keegan when the leaves turn yellow. I think she would want it that way. I think of you when the wind hurts my ears. I think of you when the sun hits my face and when the homeless man at the bus stop blesses me for looking in his direction. He shows me his teeth and tells me God bless you, God bless you, the sun is on us, God bless you. He shows me his cross made up of eight seashells, tells me it’s his mother, traces horizontally, Sea to Sea. He tells me we’re all going through something and it will all be okay, tells me his mother died two years ago at ninety-eight, God bless you, God bless you. I bless him in return, with God, with the last dollar I have, with the tears that run down my neck. He says he’s not doing well, this will come back to me ten times, thank you, thank you, thank you. I hope he finds the sea and it blesses him forever. I hope the sun and the yellow leaves find him wherever he goes. I hope you think of me when the trees turn golden brown and start to fall like lost love letters. I hope you think of me forever. I would want it that way.
By Olivia Dodge3 months ago in Poets
“The Letters I Never Sent”
The Letters I Never Sent By [Ali Rehman] The first letter began with a lie. Dear Michael, I’ve forgiven you. Lena stared at the words until the ink began to blur. Forgiven him? That wasn’t true — not yet. Maybe not ever. But that’s how most of her poems started too: with lies that wanted to be true.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Poets
