It seems that while I have been experiencing a severe case of writer’s block (two unfinished poems staring at me like a pair of dead eyes, and a few more scratching at the door like ghosts of the un-born) some of my darling clients have not. I adore my title of “Muse” and am so tickled when poetry finds its way to my inbox, especially when a certain Yours Truly is the object of such lavish affection as lines and verses and nostalgia. The one below is from a certain anon admirer who sometimes goes by Le Grenouille.
While I have your attention, though, I want to put out a SAVE THE DATE!
Friday November 1st, I will be performing as Sterling Slyce in a very special Día de Muertos edition of
SKIN & BONE PERFORMANCE SALON
followed by a
RAUCOUS MASK-PARADE AND JUBILANT DANCING
There will be poetry and music, performances of all types, and Masks!!
All held at Lightbox Kulturhaus (2027 NE MLK– in the same building as Tiny’s Cafe) Doors at 7 pm
Save your spot + learn more:
skin-and-bone.brownpaperti
Ok, now please enjoy these words. And I promise I’ll try to share something a little original soon. Or maybe I’ll just put up some naked pictures…..
xx £ Slyce
Incense pungent
Wafts upwards
Dissipates
Disappears
A metal bowl is struck
A tone reverberates
Fades. Is gone
Rituals ethereal
L’A… en rouge
All that is heard from her now:
The sound of one hand clapping
Une femme ethereal
Ephemeral
Muse that she is