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January’s Second Saturday Open Mic Poetry Reading

Located at:
Portland Brew East
1921 Eastland Avenue
Nashville, TN 37206

Sign-up at 5:30
Reading starts at 6:00

January Feature Owen Flanagan



Born in San Francisco and raised in Nashville, Owen Flanagan has received a scholarship to the Sewanee Young Writers Conference and is a member of the youth cohort of the Year at OZ program with The Porch and OZ Arts. He is currently at work on a debut collection of poems and a novel.

Read this new piece from Owen now, then meet us in the loft for the first Brew of 2019:

night of

Me and my father, a concert. A singer

In a white dress punctures eyes on fire

And lets leak their kerosene onto the floor

Of a stadium suspended in frenetic gold lights,

Billowing song. Real song. And from the stage

Greased with feet and their emptied amazement,

A singer in a white dress leans into a microphone

And tells her audience to hold hands

For this next one. Me and my father, I deign us

Always grammatically correct. We cannot be

Expunged from the unremarkable history

No one ever thought to write. Me and my father,

His balled fist refusing to be summited,

This ballad, writing its lyrics on every forehead,

Decidedly not for us. The night of October the third,

A month of shimmering nothing. What use

Is night of? If it’s this untidy curl into a poem,

Into undoing, wouldn’t night already be implied,

No need for disquieted lips? What use anyway,

I can’t remember what day it really was.  When he came back,

when we hurtled enough days into each other to make an inside joke,

When we started going to major life events

And not needing to make an acronym, a mneumonic device.

To remember. What use anyway, what is this yawp

You already knew?

We drove home and I didn’t forget. I didn’t have to.



December’s Second Saturday Open Mic Poetry Reading

Located at:
Portland Brew East
1921 Eastland Avenue
Nashville, TN 37206

Sign-up at 5:30
Reading starts at 6:00

December Feature Frank “Frizzy” Sykes

IMG-6497I was born in Nashville, and raised in Columbia, Tennessee. I became inspired to write from the many things in life. Seeing environments that were just not right, I decided to use spoken words to send messages to change not only the environments, but people’s lives. I’ve been performing the art form known best as Spoken Word since 2015.

So let me introduce myself to you. I’m a country boy from Columbia, currently 34, who through my journey in life have seen and been through a lot of things. I’m no different from the next person, but I’ve decided to take this approach and put myself out there in effort to reach those who feel that they are going through this journey in life alone. Those who have gotten frustrated with, what I consider to be life’s happening, and can’t seem to find the answers to the question that they keep asking themselves. (Why?)

I’ve had an exposure to some things that have taught me valuable lessons, and have decided to take the time to share with you and anyone else who will take the time to listen and learn from my journeys.

When you look deep into my past you will get to see how a young boy at a very young age had to grow up fast as he faced things in his environment that pressured his growth. You will see the tragic loss of a beloved father as this young man was 13 years of age. You will learn the journey of an athlete who excelled both on and off of the field. You will see the mental struggles that he faced and challenges that came as he grew. You will see his accomplishments as a actor in plays through his high school years. You will see his stories in college and his decision to drop out and start working. You will understand his job choices as he struggled to survive in a growing economy. You will see how the last 11 years of his life in law enforcement has placed him in multiple environments and allowed him to see things from more than just his perspective. You will understand how this man that you now see in front of you has the compassion and drive to make a difference for the better of all men and women, and just maybe one day, you will get to hear him perform it through his written pieces of poetry in the form of spoken words.

With all this being said,…. Hi! I’m Frank “Frizzy” Sykes the Spoken Word Artist. It’s nice to meet you!

Watch Frizzy perform a poem he wrote during his time as a Deputy Sheriff:

Keep up with Frank “Frizzy” Sykes on YouTube, Instagram, and Facebook.


November’s Second Saturday Open Mic Poetry Reading

Located at:
Portland Brew East
1921 Eastland Avenue
Nashville, TN 37206

Sign-up at 5:30
Reading starts at 6:00

No-Feature November

This election month we’re hosting a No-Feature November because every voice counts.  Early sign-up is open online. Email your first three choices of odd-numbered spots to We will reply with a confirmation of your spot on the list. Even-numbered spots will open for sign-up at 5:30pm on Saturday.

Update: odd numbers 21 and under spoken for so far

Poetry in the Brew, October 2018

our beautiful community gathering before last month’s show


October’s Second Saturday Open Mic Poetry Reading

Located at:
Portland Brew East
1921 Eastland Avenue
Nashville, TN 37206

Sign-up at 5:30
Reading starts at 6:00

October Feature Andrew Dillon

ADillon_HiRes_Colin_PottsAndrew P. Dillon earned his BA from the University of Tennessee, and later graduated in their inaugural MFA class. He was awarded a scholarship to the Virginia Center for Creative Arts workshop in Auvillar, France, and has been nominated for the Best New Poets anthology and the Pushcart Prize. His work is forthcoming or has appeared most recently in Analog Science Fiction and Science FactStirring: A Literary CollectionConnotation PressRivet: The Journal of Writing That Risks, and Public Pool.

He taught for a few years, but now works in healthcare in Nashville while completing his first collection, currently titled Captain for Dark Mornings (after a track on his favorite Laura Nyro album). He is tragically committed to the Buffalo Bills, Buffalo Sabres, and Tennessee Vols. He strongly supports the use of semi-colons, em dashes, and the serial comma.


In defining love, every poet becomes a synesthete—
trying to explain why the letter A is red, or rattle
tastes oaky, trying to order the unfiltered mind:
you orbit the dense, central bridge of my mind the way
twelve numbers every hundred form a chronometric solar system.
I cannot visit my friends’ newborn because baby powder
sounds like a man and woman searching for catharsis
in each other’s mouths. I love you as surely as
twenty-two is closer to my heart than fifteen,
and September is more trustworthy than June.
When I taste Korean food, I lose the ability to distinguish
my mouth from my ears, my throat, my navel—
the awareness of my limbs as distinct and specialized.
Or maybe it can be expressed as simply as this—
when I said time with you feels like two galaxies
recklessly merging their satellites and stars, I meant
I’m already torn from the orbit that anchored me.

Keep up with Andrew Dillon on Twitter: @DillonAndrewP


September’s Second Saturday Open Mic Poetry Reading

Located at:
Portland Brew East
1921 Eastland Avenue
Nashville, TN 37206

Sign-up at 5:30
Reading starts at 6:00

September Feature Regan Smith

Regan Smith is a writer and poet based in Nashville, Tennessee. Regan is the creator of Introspective Collective, a poetic platform highlighting beautiful words all across the country. She co-hosts monthly write night readings, has been growing her craft of spoken word poetry within the city and assists with poetry workshops for younger writers. She is also the author of her debut poetry collection, Morning Air, Morning Lightwhich is currently available for preorder

September feature poet Regan Smith

Regan Smith’s book Morning Air, Morning Light will be released Sept. 5


Baby blue stitches,
little crossed threads creating denim patterns;
though fading in the elbows.

She paints oranges, develops photos of her sisters,
and captures footage of the Cinquefoil flowers.

She wraps her arms around her brothers,
and laughs loudly;
honeydew hope is held in her eyes.

On a basking blanket between two Cottonwood trees,
with a short story collection between her palms,
her face begins to freckle—
beneath her full eyebrows,
and on her soft shoulders.

She is in the wind, and will grow weary,
belly swells as baby grows—
resting her spine on the bed,
as she pulls splinters from her fingers.

Gray strands emerge from her scalp,
woven throughout her cocoa curls;
it holds the air of the forest,
and unravels beneath streams of warm water.

A lively life looms,
indigenous to encouragement.

Her heart is held,
familiar to a full mind—
but not foreign to today.

I think she understates,
how many good traits she received from her mother;
how they both speak with words that break the bones of death,
and shift tides with a whisper.

Find Regan Smith online at her blog/site, which also accepts submissions.


August’s Second Saturday Open Mic Poetry Reading

Located at:
Portland Brew East
1921 Eastland Avenue
Nashville, TN 37206

Sign-up at 5:30
Reading starts at 6:00

August Feature Tricia Schwaab


Tricia Schwaab has written since childhood but had never read at a poetry open mic until coming to Tennessee. Her poetry has been published in journals including Calliope and Dead Snakes.

In addition to poetry, she can also be found writing shorter fiction and plays. Her first one-act, an adaptation of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Prophetic Pictures, was produced in Maryland. Her first full-length play, When the Letter Writers Have All Died, was part of the Baltimore Playwrights Festival in 2013.

Tricia is also a past participant of the Kennedy Center’s Page to Stage. She’s currently working on a play about life, death, and some of things in between.

Visit Tricia on Twitter: @TASchwaab.


July’s Second Saturday Open Mic Poetry Reading

Located at:
Portland Brew East
1921 Eastland Avenue
Nashville, TN 37206

Sign-up at 5:30
Reading starts at 6:00

July Feature Craig Freeman

Craig Freeman

Craig Freeman, a Nashville native, is a creative writer who weaves introspection into intricate woven rhythmic poetry, essays and short stories. He utilizes his writing to provoke thought and question behavior.

In the summer of 2016, he steered away from the traditional corporate flow to dive deeper into the stream of his creative abilities. “Self expression lives at the core of the human experience; without it we limit life’s offering.”

Soul on Fire.

Life is short
But it’s the longest thing / you’ll ever do /
What will you do / between the line /
Of your time / before night sets on your eyes /

Windsor knot ties / choked the voice
In my mind / blind thoughts
Told me what I ought to see /
Then I smelt the coffee /

Pyramid schemes / stole my dreams /
News screens / say what to think /
I can’t even blink / without clicking on a fake link / So out of sync /

Have to disconnect / from the internet
And introspect / the thoughts of my flesh /
Find faith in every step I take /
Can I find my pace / in this zombie race /

Some days / I can’t recognize my face /
Misplaced masks / followed tasks /
For the cash / as I ash / my burning soul /
For someone else’s high /

How many lives / will it take to see who am I / while I’m alive


June’s Second Saturday Open Mic Poetry Reading

Located at:
Portland Brew East
1921 Eastland Avenue
Nashville, TN 37206

Sign-up at 5:30
Reading starts at 6:00

June Feature Corey White

Poetry inspired by Hip Hop and Art.

When I was younger I could draw better than I could write. They wanted me to write ‘A’ and had an apple beside it. I drew the apple. I always learned differently, but poetry and hip hop helped me find joy in writing.

I believe art is about displaying extraordinary emotion. Love, beauty, tragedy, pain, life, death heaven, hell and everything in between. I figured out, you have to display this through your eyes. So, now I call myself an artist. I use many different media. I’m a painter, writer, poet, drummer, hip hop, visual, graphic, and landscape artist. I create.

I’m passionate about showing the beauty in the world. It is the beauty seen as I see it.
So when someone likes, hates or loves my art, they connect to me somehow. One of the most important things I’ve learned to do as an artist is to create something new. Not necessarily new to the world, but new to you.

Love Poem

A poem to love

I love you Love

I love you Love

It’s the meaning of life.
It’s always right.
It’s there in the air as we always knew it to be.
It’s in you it’s in me
It’s what we should be.
We can have it whenever you want it.
Because it’s in us all,
but we stall, we pause,
We run, we hide.
We decide to not take the risk.
We’re basically running away from bliss.
If you ever had any questions,
It truly does exist.

It’s God. It’s good all the time.
It’s what keeps me whole and saves my mind.
It gives me what I need at the right time.
It’s the only thing
that has ever really gotten me out of a bind.

It’s creation over destruction.
It’s my foundation and my function.
It’s forgiveness for malfunction.
It’s willpower over seduction.
It’s a whistleblower in corruption.
It’s a baby that’s been breastfed.
It’s a servant of God that has been led.
Always giving of its self
& it has unlimited wealth.
But not flashy or popular
Because it moves in stealth.
It’s freedom in the face of death.
It will be all that is left.
It’s as simple as feeding a hungry child
As complex as saving animals in the wild
It’s in the strongest person you know
It’s the only thing that ever allows you to grow
It’s that real planted seed.
It’s that forgiveness that you need.
It’s that miracle that only you see.
It’s the fact there is a me.
It’s that sacrifice no one believes
The same way the trees lose their leaves
The sun yields to night
How you started out wrong,
But you’re going to end up right.
You know the person that helped you
And it wasn’t even their fight.
It is the strength that gets you through
If you only knew how it would help you
If you let it,
it will make every part of you anew.

Please… just, let it do, what it do.
It’s the best thing that ever happen to you.
It’s the best thing you’ve ever known
It’s proof that you’ve grown.
It’s telling the truth to your friends
It’s the only thing that never ends
It will satisfy your soul
It’s the thing that…
Finally, makes you whole.
It is…
Lord knows it is
You know & I know it is.
It is
It is the only reason why
there is
infinite, infinite infinite power
in the words words words
I Love you…
Love, I Love you

Follow Corey White on facebook, and keep up with community happenings in the Nashville Poetry Events and Nashville Visual Arts groups.


May’s Second Saturday Open Mic Poetry Reading

Located at:
Portland Brew East
1921 Eastland Avenue
Nashville, TN 37206

Sign-up at 5:30
Reading starts at 6:00

May Feature Sommer Jade 

Born in Okinawa, Japan, Sommer Jade was raised in Nashville, Tennessee, where she found her love for creative writing. She is a graduate of Tennessee State University, with a Bachelor’s of Science degree in Music, and currently pursuing a Master’s in Poetry from Southern New Hampshire University.

Jade began singing at the age of 4 and writing at age 9. Her inspiration comes from life experience. Jade has performed at many functions, mostly at Fifth Fridays, an event hosted by Mount Zion Baptist Church. She has worked artists such as Irocc Williams, Nashville’s Andre the Poet, Atlanta’s Terri Davis, and her father, Ronald Adwaters. Well known for her authentic and sincere verses, Jade credits the Infinite, who she considers to be the Real Poet. 

Catch a preview of Sommer performing in this video from the Brew (July 2017):



April’s Second Saturday Open Mic Poetry Reading

Located at:
Portland Brew East
1921 Eastland Avenue
Nashville, TN 37206

Sign-up at 5:30
Reading starts at 6:00

April Feature Andrea Pilot 

20160804_210528Andrea Pilot is the offspring of a fundamentalist preacher and a teacher of languages. She no longer settles for small gods or for others’ definitions of truth, and writes as a means of unflinching self-possession. Andrea still has hope for a world that is compassionate rather than assaultive, innovative rather than staid, and big enough to require more than five senses to experience.
For more from Andrea, check out her blog and read her poem marrow. Also find Andrea on Instagram @justsaynotoapocalypse.