performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Sappho: The Tenth Muse
In the golden age of ancient Greek literature, the name Sappho glows like a soft ember—flickering across time with tenderness, power, and mystery. Known as The Tenth Muse, a title once bestowed by Plato himself, Sappho was a poet of passion and precision, of longing and lyricism. She lived over 2,600 years ago on the island of Lesbos, yet her words continue to stir modern hearts with their emotional intensity and beauty.
By aadam khanabout a year ago in Poets
Proof That Friends Are Terrible Influences
It’s afternoon, and I am getting bored. The house is silent—Mom is at tea, sis is napping, and so is my younger brother. Ding dong! Ding dong! The bell rang. I wondered who it could be. Were my silent prayers answered? Did someone come to save me from this boredom? Even my steps echoed through the silent hallways. Opening the door, I found Stacy standing there with a shoulder bag, practically bouncing with energy. I guessed she wasn’t going to come inside. Oh well! Grabbing my bag, texting Mom, and locking the door, I left with her. Stacy is another one of my neighbors, and she has her on-and-off days. On her "on" days, she’s like a hyper monkey; on her "off" days, she’s like a sloth. Together, we headed to the nearest marketplace. After a few minutes of mindless walking, we agreed that shopping under the blazing sun wasn’t a good idea. We stopped at the vendor behind the mirror store and paid for two glasses of freshly made apple juice. Now that hits the spot. I was ready to head home when Stacy dragged me off to another vendor, daring me to try some local food I’d never had before. She really knows me well. I usually play it safe, but I decided to give it a try. Turning to the vendor, I asked, "I’m so ready for this! What’s the weirdest thing you have?" I’m realizing now that wasn’t very polite. <Back to the Story> The vendor didn’t seem offended. He smiled and told us that today’s special was Spicy Brain Curry. The horror and disgust must have been clear on my face. In a shaky voice, I asked, "B-Brain? Like… actual brain?!" It didn’t help that the vendor laughed while Stacy yelled, "Just try it, coward!" She’s tried all the weird local foods, but I’m not her. Anyway, taking a deep breath and mustering my non-existent courage, I took a bite. A burst of flavors made my taste buds come alive. The spice was a bit too much, but the fusion of herbs was brilliant. It had a scrambled egg-like texture—weirdly good. I can confidently say that if you were blindfolded and given this dish, you’d think it was a herb omelet. Gobbling it down, I raised my plate and asked for more—but a non-spicy version this time. I think my friend was shocked, but the vendor was happy and gave us a thumbs-up, saying, "Spicy Brain Curry approved!" The house was quiet, boredom near, Then came the bell—oh, joy!—Ding Dong! clear. Stacy arrived, a whirlwind of cheer, "Let’s ditch this place, adventure’s here!" Let’s go eat!" she grinned with cheer, Then dared me: "Try this— dish, dear!" One spicy bite—oh, what a twist! Tastes like eggs (but don’t check the list). Vendor laughs, I beg for more— Who knew weird food could be such a score? Have you ever tried any weird food? Would you dare to try something unusual—like Spicy Brain Curry
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
