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One of things I enjoy about Lighthouse poets is that, for the most part, they have gotten past the embarrassment of calling themselves poets. It’s a loaded word, poet, conjuring the simple pretentiousness of Jim Morrison’s tombstone or the preciousness of an ostrich feather quill and a pot of lavender ink. But poets we are and poets we call ourselves, and, for the most part, we get away with it.
Another group that gets away, quite handily, with poetry are the Lighthouse youth writers. Some 12 to 17 of them (depending on the week) just completed a 4-week session of formal attempts and impromptu wonders in the art of poetry. Under the skilled direction of Malinda Miller and the applied randomness of JD Frey, they demonstrated a talent for taking poetry concepts and making them sing in unique voices.
Some highlights (for me at least):
The session culminated last night in a hastily arranged but well-attended reading in the Lighthouse Grotto before an audience of parents and various other poetry groupies. I for one could not have been prouder.
Way to go poets!