How the hell am I not supposed to panic?

I’ve been asked to read !?my own poetry?! at the upcoming poetry reading/opening of Artisan in Regina. I’ve been asked to share the stage with *real* poets who have *books* and *poet cred*. Don’t Panic!!?? 

I have 24 hours to make up my mind. I need a soundtrack. And a towel. 

I mean, whether or not I decide to read, the event is called “Poetry Here & Now”, and will feature readings by Allan Safarik, Anne Campbell, Bob Currie, Judith Krause, Bruce Rice, and Andrew Stubbs. And it’s on Friday, 28th May at 7:30pm at Artesian, which is found at the corner of 13th Avenue and Angus Street in Regina.

You tell me. Don’t Panic?

8 responses to “DON’T PANIC”

  1. Do it! You will be superb. I would come to listen but it is the k-man’s birthday. I could provide a towel though.

  2. Do it! Do it… Don’t miss this great opportunity to be ranked with the greats. The Great are only great because they think they’re great. If you’ve been invited, somebody must think you’re great. You should think you’re great too! That’s great!

  3. I always figured you for a jump-off-the-dock kinda person, not a slowly-wade-through-the-weedy-shallows type. Well, here’s a dock. What’s the worst that could happen? Exactly. You’ve already survived worse than that.

    • Well, sure. But jumping off a dock is swimming, and I *know* I know how to swim.

      Or at least float.

      I fully plan to jump off this dock, too. I just can’t guarantee I won’t be panicking when I do so.

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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