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“Tennessee” Mary Fons (an Iowa native) has been writing and performing
her poetry and other solo works around the country for the better part of 5 years. She has been the featured performer in
over 30 poetry slam venues, including New York City, (Bowery Poetry Club/Urbana) Berkeley, (Berzerkely) Kalamazoo, Minneapolis,
Boston, (Can-Tab) Seattle, (Seattle Poetry Slam) Austin and Vancouver, Canada (Vancouver Slam.) In 2003 she performed her poetry with the Joffrey Ballet and can be heard on the CD accompaniment to The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Slam Poetry (AlphaBooks, 2004.) Tennessee was recently published in the College of St. Mary’s literary magazine MARY. Other publication credits include poems selected for Talking Kitchen and LocusPoint. Mary has been known to step in as guest host of the original Uptown Poetry Slam at the Green Mill in Chicago when Marc Smith is out of town and has performed her way across Chicago, from the Museum of Contemporary Art to the stage at Estrogen Fest, from the smallest open mic night to the Apollo Theatre. Mary won a spot on the Green Mill team at the National Poetry Slam in 2003 and represented Chicago again in 2005 as a member of the Mental Graffiti-Wicker Park team. Mary is the Poetry Coordinator of Chicago’s 20+ year-old Bucktown Arts Fest and was hired by the City of Chicago in 2005 to perform with a group of which she is an original ensemble member—the popular Speak'Easy Ensemble, 5 poets who currently pack houses in Chicago with a new poetry show every month. Mary has performed for and workshopped with hundreds of young adults through her work in Illinois high schools, on her own and in collaboration with the Speak'Easy Ensemble. In 2006, Mary has hosted bouts for Young Chicago Authors' teen poetry slam "Louder Than a Bomb" and was one of the original hosts of "LIP," The Poetry Center of Chicago's monthly reading series. Her solo work has been featured in Live Bait Theatre’s Filet of Solo Festival, The Dollar Store Show, Lip (at the Neofuturarium), The Chicago Improv Festival, and in the 2006 and 2007 Drinking & Writing Festival. In Febuary of 2007, Mary hosted the Poetry Center of Chicago's "No Love For Love Show" with special guest Ira Glass. Mary is an original ensemble member of Chicago’s critically acclaimed Gift Theatre
Company and is the newest ensemble member of Chicago's performance art pride and joy: The Neo-Futurists.
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This month's poetry selection... this
poem is for the pillow clutchers/for those looking into the imaginary eyes of
the person who fills their mind with sugarplum smiles/for those who have a
cannon of dreams ready and waiting to blossom/for the men and the women who
want to be understood in that way that only someone who kisses you can
understand you/this poem is for you. this
poem is not for the desperate/the pathetic/the lame/the loser/not for the one
who hasn’t gotten laid in awhile/not for the one who says they’re “choosing not
to date” for awhile/there is no such thing/this poem is for the people who
cannot bring themselves to admit that they would give their right leg for any
length of time with the person on their mind. forgive
me/I am not a brave woman/I do not know what lurks in the hearts of humans and
I don’t really want to know/if what’s there mirrors memories I show in my face
on bad days it holds kisses that are long gone/people who have disappeared/and
passions that have faded into the ether of the past/nothing lasts/that is the
one lesson this coward can say she is able to teach. this
poem is for all those who wish to say “I’m sorry”/I’m sorry I couldn’t love
you/you deserve love/I’m sorry I couldn’t give something to you/you deserve to
be given to/I’m sorry that for every person that loves somebody/another person
just doesn’t want to/and sometimes we’re the lucky ones/right/we get to feel
sweet truth in the night/the bodies we reach out to are miraculously there/but
I know the despair that comes when they are not/I know the long nights and the
doubt and the fear and that crawling back to a womb that just isn’t there/I
know intensity’s address and the letdown that rents there/I’m sorry for it/it
takes years off your life and it cannot be avoided. and
some times these little words are crutches for the crush that we feel/so this
poem is a pathetic vehicle for me to tell you/each one of you/that I love
you/in so many ways/in the same ways that stay up nights and days/dreaming up
the perfect way to be there for someone/meals you would cook for them/poems you
would write for them and the things you plan to say when they say no/well I
love you/and you will never know how in the slight of a magician’s hand we
could’ve been lovers and grandly in love/could’ve changed the whole
game/written words on the horizon/changed the compromise/but you will know
something else instead/bitter as bitter ever gets/more bitter than a rotten
peach pit/more bitter than a child’s most terrifying nightmare at night/you
will know that I don’t reflect what I see in your eyes/will will share some
banal recognition/some cordial understanding but have I mentioned that I love
you for not lying/so many people lying all the time/I hate them/so I love
you/and you will still go home alone/and that is very hard to do. for
all the humans with love for those who aren’t their lovers/I love you. and
so the poem ends because we know that it will/but before it slips away like
everything else/I will attempt the only words I can think of that are a
fraction as good as a kiss: when
you reach out at night and find not someone/but the cold grey light of day that
wakes you up like a slap/like a curse/like an insult/I love you/when you stay
at home thinking of those who are long gone or those who are getting kisses
from someone that is not you/I love you/for those who want what they probably
need and whose bodies are starving not for food/for me and for you and for all
the people who never knew or understood what you would do for them/I love you/I
love you/I love you.
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