Coming Soon: July 28th WOA Open Mic with Carol Lynn Grellas and CharRon Smith

CharRon Smith is a poet, emcee, DJ, spoken word artist and blogger. CharRon has been rapping since he was 10 years old. He has performed with the Washington state rap group Mr. Know it All & the Essence and acclaimed alternative funk band Alphabet Asylum. He has produced music for several Stockton and Sacramento recording artists. Since 2004, He has performed spoken word at Stockton, University of Pacific, Modesto, Oakland, San Francisco, and Sacramento. He has hosted open mic show at Luna’s cafe(Joe Montoya’s poetry unplugged) and Sacramento poetry center several times. He has been a guest host on Black Talk Sacramento with NSAA. His monthly literary zine / tour book, Iambic, celebrates its first anniversary in April. He is currently writing poems on his website:

Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas
Carol Lynn lives in the Sierra Foothills. She attended Santa Clara University, where she was an English major. She is an eight-time Pushcart nominee and a five-time Best of the Net nominee. She is the author of several collections of poetry including, Hasty Notes in No Particular Order, Aldrich Press, and Things I Can’t Remember to Forget, Prolific Press. In 2012 she won the Red Ochre Chapbook contest with her manuscript, “Before I Go to Sleep.” Her latest book, “An Ode to Hope in the Midst of Pandemonium” will be released later this year from Main Street Rag. She is an Editor at The Orchards Poetry Journal and an active member in Sacramento’s Writers on the Air. According to family lore, she is a direct descendant of Robert Louis Stevenson, or at least her mother said so…

Opus in the Midst of Silence

Because he was my piano,
a place I called home; carved
from mahogany wood or angels,

an ivory shrine of intricate keys
held in perfect order from cheek to rim
that unlocked the song in me where

no melody ever played that way before.
Because his heart was a metronome
of beautiful secrets shared, a pyramid

for hidden tombs long buried but never
forgotten, his body unparalleled in regalia
no matter the agedness of sunlight’s

wear, or the unbearable shifting from lust
to relief that occurs when life takes over.
Because his voice was limitless

with a myriad of notes forcing memories
to pierce through that breath-dead harpsichord
yet once more, hoping to penetrate what used

to be, as if my same soul remained—
but because he was my piano, he was
a place I could sit and linger, lament

my way through old music and broken rolls
until rotating pins finally bore through,
became unfastened and a never-ending

roundabout of love pressed past
the bridge into some kind
of sacred vibration. n Blue Fifth Review and nominated for

CharRon Smith
CharRon is a regular spoken word artist at Lunas and at other venues, including this one. He is the publisher of I-am-bic, a monthly pamphlet with a schedule of events many Sacramento venues as well as including interviews and notes of interest to the poet community. He is also a member of the board at the Sacramento Poetry Center

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