Finding Zen in Cowtown: 30 poems about Kansas City

If yer in and about KC on 4/1:

Celebrate the kickoff of National Poetry Month by joining us for a reading of poetry about Kansas City at the beautiful, downtown Ilus Davis Park!

Spartan Press is so delighted to release “Finding Zen in Cow Town,” a book featuring the poems of thirty poets who live in and around Kansas City. This unique collection features poems by former Kansas Poet Laureate, Denise Low; co-founder of the Latino Writers Collective*, Jose Faus; inaugural Poet Laureate of 18th and Vine, Glenn North; and many more spoken word and poetry voices in our community.

It’s so moving to read poems which talk about local BBQ joints and sports teams, major intersections and highways, neighborhoods, public figures and the shared history of Kansas City citizens; this book is a true-blue dedication to our home, our City of Fountains, our Cowtown.

https://www.facebook.com/events/389916454706715/permalink/389916554706705/

Finding Zen in Cowtown: 30 poems about Kansas City

Kansas City Beckons

In mid-sized cities across America, one of the best ways to retain their creative community is to offer support, both civic and financial. This pilot program aims to do both and because of such ongoing support, Kansas City is considered an arts destination.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/58757060e4b0f8a725448359?timestamp=1484095849356
Come on over. I will take you out for BBQ and beer.

Kansas City Beckons

Coming this April to a Kansas City Near You

Longtime readers may remember the 2016 Throwdown.

Well, this April, it’s time for a bigger, badder Throwdown:

http://www.spartanpresskc.com/throwdown/

https://m.facebook.com/Kansas-City-Poetry-Throwdown-1125871560862468/

Writers from: KY, CO, NC, TX, PA, CA, OH, NY, NJ coming to Kansas City, pencils in hand, ready to rumble with KS and MO’s own stanzic superstars. I encourage you to come witness the word-shed.

Coming this April to a Kansas City Near You

2,713,406 Signs You Grew Up In Kansas City

we circle a ball of fire
that floats in empty space,
slowly self-immolating,
though we speak every day
as though it’s that sacrificial star
rising up over us from the east.
in kansas city that means
that the east side burns first
(which is how kansas city likes it)
though only a few minutes later
the south ignites in a golden glory
followed immediately thereafter
by an ever-expanding, inflamed west
while the north laughs until it, too,
realizes it cannot contain the conflagration.
point being: all flesh burns equal.
just ask the witches you’ve accused.

2,713,406 Signs You Grew Up In Kansas City