dunn bros. poetry grind slam results

Preparing for a slam, for me, is a strange and wonderful thing. I have loads of material to pick from, and I suddenly find all of it lacking. I flounder, I settle, and I gather what I can and move forward. I took three pieces last night to the Dunn Bros. Poetry Grind slam, in a very nice joint in Addison, which is a hell of a lot closer to home than Deep Ellum.

Of the three pieces, I knew halfway through the slam that some of the judges would hate the one I was planning as my second, so I changed my order and did my "backup" piece second.

It killed.

Unfortunately, my first piece, which I happened to like, did poorly, though I maintain that being the first one up made me the score-creep sacrifice. Oh, well.

So with the mediocre beginning and the awesome finish, I somehow managed to pull out a third place showing. I was really quite shocked.

So there you go.

While it is not my intention to be part of a slam team, I have to admit a certain thrill at the prospect of doing decently amongst the giants of Dallas poetry. Or at least amongst the giants that show up.

So, I can't wait to see what happens next. And I get the added plus of feeling slightly more inspired about writing in general. But we all know how dubious that sensation can be.