I've had the Blues, the Reds and the Pinks...

This hit the Black Vatican emailbag late last week...

"Dear Slamsters,

You are once again cordially invited to come and move your groove, show your flow, grieve, deceive, & wear your broken heart on your sleeve at:



LOVE BITES

The V-Day Poetry Slam

Wednesday, Feb 14, 8 PM @ Coal Creek Coffee

Bring three poems to compete. Or, just bring something to read at the non-threatening, all-about-the-love open mike before the slam.

All themes are welcome, but you know you've been waiting for just the right opportunity to read that poem you wrote about the dewy-eyed emo kid you took home after the last slam, the one who left tearstains on your pillow and streaks of mascara in your sink and trackmarks across your heart. Because, you know, they probably wrote one about you, too, and if they had the last word, it just wouldn't be right.

Also bring friends. We need them. They might be our next girlfriends. Boyfriends. Whatever."

I will be there to compete, as will Squid, and I'd like to invite all of the local Flock - you don't have to read, just come to cheer, or maybe help with judging. I know it's Valentine's Day and you all have hot plans with your honey, but look at it this way... if you bring your lover to the slam, he or she will hear all the bitter, lonely, needy, and emotionally damaged poets vent about how crappy their love lives are... you'll look like a real catch by comparison!

Hope to see you there.

p.s. If you don't get the title reference, you need to brush up on your 80s pop knowledge...