Slam Slam Slam.

I cannot express properly how much I miss poetry slams.

I really believe at one very low point in my life they saved me from going crazy and lonely and eating too many icecream sandwichs while wallowing in depression.
The Peterborough Poetry Slam.
What a great collection of people. There aren't words to describe how welcoming everyone was. The point wasn't to beat someone else with a better poem; the point was poetry. Reading it, sharing it, enjoying it,hating it, feeling it and cheering everyone on all the way from round 1 to the announcement of who "won" the night.
For a moment there I felt like I had a solid grip on who I was when I got the chance to slam on stage.

For some reason I stopped going, stopped reading my written work. Maybe it's because I was afraid I couldn't write anymore, maybe it's because I was belittled and lost some self esteem. Whatever the fuck the reason I miss it and I want it back. Soooo,on March 14th I'm going to watch the Toronto Poetry Slam finals, you should come too, I bet you'd really get a kick out of it. Then next month I'm going to put on my big girl pants, suck up whatever aniexities I have and get back on stage. You should come out for that too.

Go here for more information.
http://torontopoetryslam.com/