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https://twitter.com/ericmbudd/status/879893475138973696 As soon as he walks into the Laughing Goat a chorus of baristas shouts out, “Eric Budd!” He smiles and waves to them, and after he steps away, they continue talking about him. “Who was that?” a customer asks. “Oh my god, that was Eric Budd," a barista says, "He’s running for City Council!” …
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“It's Friday the moon is full airs fuckedup warm, alleyway poetry, and I did an interview with Sarah from the Boulder Weekly who is expected to attend; come?” – Matthew Clifford, poet/accountant/punk rockstar’s post for February ‘17 Full Moon Reading on Boulder Poetry Tribe Facebook group Some Full Moon Readings have just four people come …
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Every other place is different than the place you live. Like Phoenix Arizona. There they have those tall pain-spike cactuses that raise their arms up and go 'yay!' They have palm trees in their shopping centers that invite you to have a beer on the asphalt like a Corona commercial. And they have a great …
Jack Collom passed away on July 2nd, 2017 at the age of 85. Here's a link to the Daily Camera's write up on him I wrote the following acrostic for Ellie Swensson's Turnout Zine this spring while taking Jack Collom's final Eco Poetics class. I Wouldn’t Be Here If It Weren’t for Jack Collom I don’t …
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“There’s a bunch of poets who meet down a back alley at midnight when there’s a full moon to read poems,” said Sarah. “No, there’s not,” I said. “Yeah, there is. I’ve been to it.” I’d not really been up to Boulder very often. There was maybe one time when I was almost 21 when …
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One day Shana and I were walking down the Boulder Creek path, and we were drawn to an eddy along its bank. It was autumn, and fallen leaves were everywhere, and they were swirling around in the water. They each had their own separate destiny. Some moved round and round the whirlpool. Some got stuck …
Welcome to The Boulder Poetry Tribe's 2016 Electionstravaganza! During this presidential campaign you have seen commercials, polls, opinion articles, cable news panels, yard signs, debates, endorsements, tweets, madmen screaming incoherently on the street and more on who's the best candidate to govern our nation. But how much have you heard from the important perspective of all - your …
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