I absolutely love Catalina Ferro’s style of spoken word poetry and her dry, self deprecating sense of humour. I’m not going to say must about ‘Emergency Exit Row’, I’ll just going to leave this quirky bit of spoken word here for you to watch.
11 hours, 8 minutes
On the plane, on my way to Chicago.. Recounting the miraculous and serendipitous of a speedy morning. Looking for a seat, coming across good friend DJ Poon on the plane. 15 more words
11 hours, 25 minutes
Trees were floating everywhere
I lost my roots and my head.
I ran into a field of roses
chewing on the thorns
that I can taste what love is… 201 more words
1 day, 12 hours
Nightmares and Daydreams
A whisper on the wind whips my head to hear it’s meaning.
But from where, from who, and why? One more whisper.
One more whisper from the wood line. 109 more words
2 days, 23 hours
(Lola Fadulu) – Like many, I have bouts of apathy and overwhelming sadness. To combat these feelings, I used to binge eat and sleep (sometimes I still do). 673 more words
3 days, 1 hour
At the side of the narrow car-clogged street, designed
only, in some distant mind, for the sound of melodious hooves,
I waited; a moment’s reprieve in a gun-metal Beetle with the joy… 165 more words
5 days, 19 hours
In the spirit of spoken word, I’m sharing a favorite.