Another Open Mic

By V.J. Knutson on October 5, 2017 • ( 2 Comments )

Here’s yours truly reading Absence and They’re Just Family, After All at an Open Mic (only my third). To see the full poems, please click on the links.

V.J. Knutson

Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.

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tmezpoetry says:

October 6, 2017 at 4:48 am

The poems really came alive with the reading! The’ Just family after all’ poem was powerful to me.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  October 6, 2017 at 3:12 pm
  
  Thanks, Tammy – that seems to be a favourite with many.
  
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