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ANNIE HENDRIX · May 24, 2026

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(Newsletter) Recapping Open Mic Sunday at the Poets Club of Lincoln

LIVE AT THE SALT MINE

OPEN MIC SUNDAY

feat. Annie Hendrix


Presented by the Poets Club of Lincoln
“Poetry is timeless and knows no bounds.”


Leading up to my first-ever reading as the featured author at The Poets Club of Lincoln Open Mic, I kept saying “This is how people must feel about their wedding day or their college graduation,” except I have graduated from college and I did get married. Neither of those things were ‘dreams,’ though. They were events, things that happened, memories I cherish—don’t get me wrong. Reading aloud from my first-ever collection of poetry, Misanthrope, however, felt like an arrival, a ceremony, a blessing. Even though I’ve been performing since I was little, it was the first time I’ve occupied the stage and felt fully myself.

I read heavy poems like “I Am the War,” “Wings,” and “Newsprint” in succession and, unexpectedly but not surprisingly, almost began to cry. I felt as if the act of reading aloud transported me back to the moment in which I wrote the poem, and was reminded of something I struggle with when it comes to music performance: It is incredibly difficult to relive the intense, emotionally charged moments that inspire the work sometimes.

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Do you remember
the world as it was,
before the carpet bombs
and white phosphorous?
     I don’t remember.
When I was young,
the girl who placed
a carnation in the barrel
of a soldier’s gun
was already an abstraction.
Photo by Britt Carlsen

After fifteen poems, several anecdotes, and a few jokes, I closed on “Cracking Eggs,” a piece of flash fiction I intend to include in a forthcoming collection of short stories. Then I did the Q&A, bowed out, and headed to the signing table to sell and sign books. Even though it was an intimate community performance for a relatively small audience, that part was especially surreal.

I didn’t get any pictures of my signing table at The Salt Mine, so please enjoy this picture of my vending setup at Sierra Poetry Fest.

After the break, there was an open mic and I got to hear poems read aloud by several poets from the Poets Club of Lincoln and Gold Country Writers. The facilitator even convinced my sister to read a beautiful poem of hers, which she performed brilliantly.

Pre-performance, post-setup hang. Photo by Britt Carlsen

I’ve always dreamed of publishing a poetry collection, but I never imagined what would happen afterward. I didn’t know sharing the work as I have been over the last few weeks would feel so life-affirming, and make me this happy. I didn’t know anything could make me this happy 💖

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P.S

In case you missed it, last month I was invited to appear on Work in Progress on Auburn Community Television to discuss Misanthrope.

P.P.S

Misanthrope: A Collection of Poems is out now!

Purchase the collection.

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