Just wondering... does anyone visit here anymore?

http://www.coconutpoetry.org/leon1.htm
I’ve decided to discuss Jon Leon’s poem entitled “81.” (And of course someone else would decide to comment on him on the most recent post before mine…) At any rate, I was drawn to Leon’s use of numbers in this poem (and all of his poems, for that matter). It’s interesting how one can interpret the numbers and imagine what (or who?) they stand for. This poem in particular drew me in because of the lines “No way to tell really where this big hulking/ piece of machinery will crash.” It helps that they’re in the very middle of the poem; they anchor the reader down and gives him/her something to grab onto amidst all the numbers and phrases that are hard to grasp. Plus it just sounds cool.

Here's another website you guys might find interesting (or not): Last year in my creative writing class (at Big Sky here in town) we set up a website and put a bunch of (potentially) useful stuff. We made a bunch of word banks as well as a list of magazines you can submit to be published in. I'm hoping that this year they'll update it with the dates of all their upcoming readings. Last year we also held an open mic reading and two Spoken Word Poetry Slams (one at the Roxy and another at the Wilma) last spring, and both were wildly successful, so there will most definitely be more in the future. The site also gives info about Big Sky's literary magazine (Aerie), if you're interested.....
Here's the site: www.BigSkyAerie.org

And speaking of spoken word poetry, do any of you guys write it? Have you attended/competed in slams?

Poetry, a Gun, and Steve

Okay, here's a poem I wrote recently... I've revised it a couple times, but this is the first time anyone but me has seen it.

Waiting for Your Words

I feel bad, there’s so much
about me you know,
you said as thick black
cloud covered Moon’s
full yellow face. We both
sat on bleachers facing
the Elementary school’s
cement track. Our elbows
rested on our knees, chins
in our hands. Wind sighed,
forcing air through the gap
separating our stoic bodies.
Weeds rustled uneasily against
our metal seats, whispering
sympathy for my lack
of knowledge, for the year
I spent waiting for your words,
your past. When you failed
to break the silence, I gazed
up at Moon but could not find him.
He was there some place, I knew,
lying beneath Sky’s heavy blankets.
Let’s go. As we walked across
the track to your car, I wished
on a shooting star that Moon’s veil
would be lifted. But when I looked
over my shoulder, Moon was
nowhere to be found and your
silence was still unbroken

Well, I guess I shall be the first to post here, even though I'm not entirely sure exactly what I'm doing. I think that the blog idea is a really good one. I don't have any of my poetry on me at the moment to post, though. I'll throw something out there for (possible) discussion: Anyone else like Sylvia Plath? Hate her? Never heard of her? Who is your favorite poet?