poetry – Eleanor Skelton

Poetry Jam: LogOn Cafe hosts poetry open mic first Monday every month

(Top left) Caroline Badon, current Poetry JAM @ LogOn Cafe host. (Top right) Lamar University’s Poetic Souls slam club comes to their first open mic event since revamping the club. The new organizers are Ronald “Scott” Smith Jr. and Vilan “Ageless” Sells. (Bottom left) Kenny Dillon (Bottom right) Autumn Cunningham, sophomore at West Brook HighContinueContinue reading “Poetry Jam: LogOn Cafe hosts poetry open mic first Monday every month”

Poem: For Mike

Today is World Suicide Prevention Day, and this is for Mike. Mike was another homeschool alum like me. He was a college classmate and my friend. I want so much for the homeschool community to recognize that we have pain and problems also. Not just public school kids. I want people like Mike to findContinueContinue reading “Poem: For Mike”

Poem: Poetry is how I pray

Southeast Texas has the best fog ever. This photo is from outside the Walmart in Port Arthur. One of my goals for 2016 is to write a new spoken word poem every month. Here’s March’s poem. I read this spoken word poem at Beaumont’s First Baptist Church Sunday, April 17 during an open mic serviceContinueContinue reading “Poem: Poetry is how I pray”

Poem from 2012: Love Letter

So this weekend I went to Dallas to see The Thorn again. Every year, another part of me heals as I re-process and work through childhood trauma surrounding Easter. Here’s some of my thoughts from the first time I went to the Thorn. Originally posted as a Facebook note, April 8, 2012: For those ofContinueContinue reading “Poem from 2012: Love Letter”

Poem: Interoffice Memo

Another poem from 2013. Let me never become an interoffice memoshuffled about under somebody’s grocery list,stamped “confidential,”passed back to quality controlonly to be drenched with coffee on the manager’s desk. Interoffice memosare stuffy and overconfident,assuming their technicalitiesabsorb the attention of our braincells.But really, the words flow in one ear,travel through the vestibulocochlear nerveinto our mindsContinueContinue reading “Poem: Interoffice Memo”