Sunday evening, seven members of the writing practice group 15 Minutes of Fame were featured readers at Borderlands Community of Poets, sponsored by Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review.
We had a blast.
Instead of sitting around a table, we faced the same direction, watching as one by one our fellows approached the lectern. Instead of listening to short prose and fledgling poetry written against the clock, we heard poetry composed in solitude and revised, edited, and polished at leisure.
We learned our friends don’t just enjoy writing. We learned they’re poets.
After the reading, we and about half of the audience migrated down the sidewalk to the Fire Bowl for dinner.
What’s next? We don’t know. We’ve thought about a retreat. Spending a day or two in a quiet rural setting with nothing to do but write write write sounds attractive. But it will take planning.
I predict, however, that when we gather tomorrow morning, we’ll feel an energy that wasn’t there before. I predict more wordplay, more laughter, more of the spirit of fun that has attracted writers to Fifteen Minutes of Fame for the past fifteen years.
This post originally appeared at the blog to write is to write is to write.