We're a poetry workshop and performance troupe out of Reno, NV, with a focus on spoken word poetry. Writing is our house of healing. Hallelujah. Come on in, as you are, have a look around, stay out of our porn. We meet every Thursday evening and we're all about making anyone and everyone with any interest in being a poet the best damn poet they can be.
Human beings. Fountain pens. Microphones. Blank pages. Full pages. Word processor cursors. Whiskey. Human beings. Stages. Empty spaces. Wide open spaces. Crowded spaces. The dichotomy of good and evil. Social injustice. Human beings. Flowers. Birds. The inevitable nova related death of the planet Earth. The Planet Earth. The human beings on The Planet Earth. The Spoken Views Poetry Collective. Write Bloody Press. Blank Canvases. Painted Canvases. The paint itself. The Canvas itself. The wood the canvas is stretched over. Human beings. Music. Silence. The military industrial complex. The yoga industrial complex. Swamp gas reflecting off Venus creating strange light effects. Venus. Swamp Gas. Light effects. Whiskey. Human beings. Orphans. Oligarchs. Equality. Oppression. Succession. The divine right of kings. Sex, religion, fear, and other arts. Art. Human beings. Pencil lead. Reno, Nevada. Nevada. The staggering power bill any given casino must have. Electricity. Stars. How perhaps half the stars in the sky are already dead. How you can't see stars in Reno because of the casinos. Casinos. Human beings. Writing. Writers. light bulbs. Whiskey. Vinyl records. The University of Nevada. The University of anywhere. Students. Teachers. Believers. Thinkers. New shoes. Old shoes. The world at large. Human beings. Human beings. You.
Anyone that ever had anything to say... and said it.