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Rose M. Smith is a shy, quiet poet who's lived most of her life in Columbus, Ohio--a conversational voice heavily informed by human situations and emotion. Voted "poet most unlike herself at the mic," she has been known to silence an unruly room when her poems begin to speak. Her work has appeared in Chiron Review, The Iconoclast, Good Foot, Pavement Saw, Concrete Wolf, Boston Literary Magazine, The Examined Life, Main Street Rag, and The Pedestal Magazine, and other journals and anthologies. Rose reads throughout the midwest--she'll make a jaunt cross country if she's needed (you pay for it). She has been called "a quiet visionary spanning the worlds of performance poetry and literary print! challenging and enriching the norms of both. She is an associate editor at Pudding House Publications and author of Shooting the Strays (Pavement Saw Press, 2003) and A Woman You Know (Pudding House Publications, 2005) and is featured in the Poets' Greatest Hits collection now managed bt Kattywampus Press. Rose is a Cave Canem Fellow.

Monday, June 20, 2005

Rust Belt Regionals 2005 -- Details Part I

Well... Kimberly asked for details.... give us details.

Girl, there's too much to tell. We got there a lot later than planned and barely had time to use the bathroom before the draw. Contrary to some folks' expectations, everyone on the team took coaching very well. Gina and Tiffani were okay with things, whether they got to read or not.

Heavy Blackness rolling around in about 35% of the poetry, but especially that first bout. Sudie went in with his poem about burying the hatchet between the races and scored a solid 27.1. The plan was to send Gina in next if it felt right, but we ended up sending Tiffani instead, with her Woman of Another poem (the angry one about her Dad). She hit it with passion and scored a 29.4--exactly the type of score I'd expected for her with this piece and the audience in that place. Lamentable, though--at this point, we'd pretty much run most of the "not yet slam-hardened" members of the audience away.

Round 3, Rose falls victim to an incorrect rotation sheet (that had been given to her). It showed us going last, and we were actually first in the round instead. Dasha called on us when I was not nearly ready--and it showed. I hit the stage with A Good Wine in my hand (paper). The moment I hit the stage, I was wishing I'd left the paper at my seat. Holding it basically committed me to doing that piece and Tell Mary was bubbling up on the inside. I took a second or two to make a decision, and it probably convinced the judges I wasn't ready. I did the paper poem, stuttered, scored a 28.6 but went 2 seconds over for a 28.1. Bad Rose. Very bad Rose! Columbus ahead 1.3.

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