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About Me

Lindsay Miller is a Founding Mama of the Ocotillo Poetry Slam, Tucson's only regular slam event.She has competed on slam teams representing Tucson at the Arcosanti Slab City Slam, 2006 and 2007; at the Treetop Regional Poetry Slam, 2007 and 2008; at the Flagstaff Poexplosion, 2008; and at the National Poetry Slam, 2007 and 2008. As an individual, she competed in the Arizona All-Star Slam 2007 and the Women of the World Poetry Slam 2008 and 2009. She was the Tucson Poetry Festival Community Slam Champion in 2006 and 2007 and the Tucson City Slam Champion in 2007 and 2008.At the 2007 National Poetry Slam in Austin, TX, Lindsay was the only person to compete in both the Youth Slam and the Slammaster’s Slam, making her the youngest registered Slammaster in the country.Lindsay was the Artistic Director of the 2008 Tucson Poetry Festival: Poetry and Voice, and the Executive Director of the 2009 Tucson Poetry Festival: Poetry and Healing. She is the Executive Director of the upcoming Tucson Poetry Festival 2010: Poetry Where You Are.Lindsay's poetry has been described by listeners as "like watching Big Fish on acid." Most of her poems are proper nouns. She is especially inspired by people who are cooler than she is, and is prone to occasional outbursts of feminism.She has given workshops on poetry and performance in classrooms all over Tucson, usually to enthusiastic crowds, although one high school student recently confessed to falling asleep during her reading.She has self-published two chapbooks, Anna Perenna (2005) and Pull Yourself Up By Your Crutches (2008). Her work is also available in the Team Tucson 2007 chapbook, Smells Like Tigers, and the Team Tucson 2008 CD, Just Add Genius.Hit her up at [email protected] if you want to book a show.

My Blog

Let's go, shall we? On through the majesty?

Fuck, y'all, I am restless today.It feels like the first day of spring; I think that has something to do with orange blossoms. Today when I stepped outside I breathed in their perfume, and even though...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 11:32:00 GMT

You know you want it, baby, GeneCo's got it!

I'm going to tell the story of my weekend out of chronological order, so that I can end with the part that was awesomest.Second of all, the WoWPS slam-off was last night, and I did not win. Indeed, I ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 00:51:00 GMT

Debris (another new/old poem)

His pet name for her was "blood blister."She called him "my little fractured vertebrae,"and sometimes (when the childrenwere listening) "sweetheart."She left pennies on the carpet, heads upa little l...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 08:26:00 GMT

New nerdtastic poem

Actually not that new, because I never ever remember to post poems on here.  Enjoy.A Love Letter from John Connor,Savior-in-Training of Humanity,to His Killer Cyborg Bodyguardfrom the FutureDear ...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 08:23:00 GMT

NPS 08: Immune systems initialize!

My first National Poetry Slam, I was 17 and didn't know anybody. I spent the entire time hanging out with the girls I'd come with, feeling sort of awkward, but awed enough by the poetry I saw to make ...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 10:40:00 GMT

It’s not a metaphor, I want a fuckin’ claymore! (On the Tucson slam-off)

Notes on a slam-off:First and foremost, I am NEVER slamming in those heels again. Fucking OW, for one thing, and so very distracting to reach the climactic moment in a poem and suddenly have to focus ...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 08:45:00 GMT

Equinox (new poem)

Desert girls kiss like bullets and glass. Someone is shattered. Someone keeps going. We have shards and scorched powder instead of history. They say, how can you live with the heat?   In this pa...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 15:56:00 GMT

Speak (heavily revised poem)

You told me once, "If I could think like you when I was sober I’d never have to take another drink," and I was like, "How would you know what you think like when you’re sober?"   Whe...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 18:14:00 GMT

When a poet is not in love (new/old poem)

This is what happens when a poet is not in love: It’s confusing, like wandering without mountains or a north star to speak of. Moving without a point of reference, I have nothing to compare to t...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 17:54:00 GMT

Chain Link Rainbow (new/old poem)

Chain Link Rainbow     As I was walking that river of highway I saw above me an endless skyway I saw below me a golden valley This land was made for you and me.      ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 17:51:00 GMT