
This week's installment in the world of the Six Sentence Café is a bit special. It happens to be the night of the poetry slam, my 100th post on this blog, and the first time in a very long while that I've added a recording to one of my poems (and kept it as natural as possible)... aaaaand all that on the last free week before school! YAY!
I wanted to celebrate this tiny milestone with both of the communities that have inspired me to keep writing and sharing my creative work with the world—not only by providing the prompts, but by reading and sharing their own stories and poetry, too... Truly, I am so fricken' grateful... and participating in these managed to pull me out of what one would call a-looming-black-hole-of-depression-brewing.
Thank you both for existing, to be part of you both—sixes for awhile now and dVerse just recently—means more to me than I could ever put into words...
The host for the sixes is Denise and you can check out all the other entries of some very talented writers at the link-up (including the slam night).
My other favorite link-ups happen back at dVerse for the Open Link Nights but I also love the Prosery and Poetics. Please do check them out as there are some really cool poets back there!
the Six Sentence Café & Bistro #13
“Oh fuck, that's a lot…” the Nervous Poet covered her mouth—her heart pounding in her eardrums and sweat building a home in her palms—remaining frozen for what seemed to be quite-a-fricken'-while…
They say that a lady shall not use the word fuck
and that a poet should get their point across
with as little lines as humanly fricken' possible.
But what is one supposed to do,
when they don't fit into one of those pretty little boxes?
You know they also say that we are all made of the same stuff…
So tell me why,
when I am out there,
I don't fucking feel it?
Heading for one of those private booths, she slumped into the seat—hoping that nobody noticed her knees betray her—and gave the not-just-another-fancy-bouncer and the tall-as-heck-dude a wry smile.

There's more of my work:
All of the six-sentence stories.
The Nervous Poet Entries for the SSC&B.
There is also a page for all of the poetry.
More personal entries can be found at the Blog.
The IT studies blog in Estonian for a course at the university.
the Band "Chaos in Spring" is on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
I love the thought of using the right words when they are needed. (and a lot of things are fucked up right now)
Fuck yeah, Aurelia!!
This one oozes film noir character! I can already see the scene…
From a not-just-another-fancy-bouncer to a not- nervous-poet-anymore: Brava 👏
Congrats for the 100th post… here’s to many more.
And, Reelika… don’t forget: you enrich others in ways you may never know… so, thank you, too.
Now… what can the Gatekeeper bring you to drink as you watch the rest of the slam poetry?
Nicely read poem.
Nice to hear you read your poem, Reelika. “We’re all made of the same stuff.” But we’ve been taught that little girls are “sugar and spice and everything nice” and little boys are made of “snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.” It gets easier with practice to get out there.
a nod and an arched eyebrow leashing a grin trying to run and become a smile.
good shit.
(and total props for the full-on commit not merely to the Poetry Slam but also to go all in-the-ears-of-your-Readers audio.)
muy coolito
glad you decided to hang out at the SSC&B