John Murillo reading
John Murillo reading one of his poems, "Hustle"
MC Krista Franklin
One of Krista's collages, which were on display (I think this one is titled "Baking Wonders Never Cease" (2008)
Poet Randall Horton reading
Poet Toni Asante Lightfoot, who performed
John Murillo taking in all the good words
Sandra Ivelisse performing her song
And now, one of John's poems, a love poem.
Some nights I watch you sleep, the eyelid's jig and beg, the blue rise of memory and moon. When you drift, I snatch a machete from behind a bedpost, stalk the night, plot the rise of infidels. Before dawn, maybe you whisper the six histories of river and rain, rise like steam from an open wound, wrap yourself in ash, blood and honey. Maybe you navigate stained glass streets, havoc the avenues, ransack basilica in search of me. Maybe you burn candles, moan canticles, conjure lightning and thunderclap. Sweet river woman, waist beaded and bangled, breathe moon and I will dream too. Rise blue and I will find you. Copyright © John Murillo, from Upjump the Boogie, New York: Cypher Books, 2010. All rights reserved.