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Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Dear all,
This
is a hearty invitation to join us on Thursday, October 17 @ 1:00 - 2:20
NSH206 for a poetry reading by Danny Earl Simmons. Dan is a local
poet, a friend of the LBCC Poetry Club, and an active member of the
Albany Civic Theater. His poems have been published in a variety of
presses including Big River Poetry Review, Grey Sparrow, Northwind, and Strong Verse. This reading in part celebrates his new collection: Dancing the Allergic Swim.
Join us! And please invite your students (if you'd like more info please contact me).
Here's one of Dan's poems from Dancing:
Poet
He was always the kid who stayed up late
after marshmallows and scary stories.
He'd sit there for hours, entranced
by the deepest red of the campfire,
soaking-in the heat. He'd watch sparks
escape and turn into stars against the black
mountain sky like red-hot secrets taking flight.
Before long, he'd find himself huddled
against the edge, eyes burning,
overcome by the heat of the moment,
focused on nothing but the wiggle of the flames
and the wavy hot glow of the smolder.
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