Poets & Pints Performance

I had my very first official poetry reading at Poets & Pints on March 21, 2018! I was one of four featured writers and read my original work for 15 minutes. If you weren’t able to make it but are interested, my performance was recorded and can be found on my FB writer page:


This was my set:
Corner Cafe
Bitter Fruit
Life Is
1st World Problems
Young Love
Sands of Time

Now, it was not my first time public speaking: I was involved in theater in high school; I have read work at my writers group events and some open mics around town; and I regularly give presentations for my job at regional and national conferences. But it is true… I had never been asked to participate as a featured writer before. This is my debut show!!!

Thank you to all my friends and family (19 people!) for coming out to support me and to Poets & Pints for letting me read!

Reading- March 2018 Poets & Pints

Hello Friends!

I am reading with three other fine poets on Wednesday March 21, 2018. I will present a 15-minute selection of poems from my blog. Please come out for a beer and enjoy live action art!

What: Poetry reading

When: Wednesday March 21, 2018 ~ 7-10pm

Where: Sisyphus Brewing, 712 Ontario Ave W Ste 100, Minneapolis, MN

Why: Because it’s fun!

Across Water

Currents move you
When you don’t know
Where to move yourself

In childhood,
Moments of crisis,
At the end of one chapter,
Beginning of the next

Familiar in their pain
Longing that returns
Over and over
Like waves, the tide

Trying to ‘be good’
Meet expectations
Of your parents
You can never meet them

They are the shore
Currents constantly
Pull you away from,
Where you started

These people
Began your life
They are not the end


-Copyright C.M. Mounts, May 2016

Paris With You

It is privacy
Neutral territory
Away from
Day to day

At once fun
Exciting, other person
But not how
One behaves

When bills, are hungry
Tired, after work
Lack of sleep

Still, to travel well
With someone new
Reveals what
You crave

Shared experience,
Next May

Neither fall in love
Nor divorce
Your boring,
Sexless marriage

Good trip
Good fuck
Does not equate
Happiness for ages

Think of the children
Consider your wallet
You’ll always have


-Copyright C.M. Mounts, February 2018

High Water

When the flood comes into the house it leaves mud and mold. You try to clean up. It’s a bad day when you must throw the refrigerator and the flooring out- but what can you do? You have your life with you, the stuff of what remains- your mind, your experience, your willingness to move on or not.

Maybe that’s the real tragedy of it all. That the tragedy derails you for years. That passersby look on at the unfinished roof and are annoyed at your laziness. They don’t know that dad fell off the ladder, hit his head, and died trying to fix it.

And you can’t face it.

You can’t face the pain. Bills must still be paid and the collector doesn’t give a shit that your heart is in pieces. That you can’t think clearly enough not to pour spoiled milk on the last of the cereal in the box.

No one remembers your trauma and you are never over it fast enough for their taste. They’ve moved on to the next episode, the next season. As if life is a television series and they are sick of watching you.

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, January 2018