As you may know, millions of adults were taught to hate poetry either in High School or College. Brutal exercises in abstraction, and mindless rhyme schemes for the tone-dead who have experienced tragic and noisy lives without music, without the poetic charm of magic verses brewed carefully with exciting potions. Hype, hype, hooray! Bring on a parade of nuance, sometimes a celebration, and sometimes a funeral march. So I think I will start a new category. I’m not sure how the category hierarchy works. This paragraph may have to be moved, but I’m not sure. I will begin with a section for Cheryl Kurtz.

Featured Poems by Cheryl Kurtz

Preggo Girls Band
by Cheryl Kurtz

We compose music
pro utero publico, ’cause
little guy kicks in vivo tunes

The adoption clique came
they saw, they loved us enough
to make the preggo club house, and

we’ve got a band and…