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Open Mic Highlights
• Kyle M’s poem reflecting on the discovery that their grandfather was a queer photographer, which they only found out after they also became a queer photographer
• First timer Aanchal’s memorized bread & cheese piece. Aanchal also stayed late to judge the slam!
• TJ Jones’ sincere and surprising “Sapphic” poems dedicated to Logan Lopez
• Jack’s wild collection of dreams they’ve had over the last couple years, and John’s charming ode “Cows are the best”
• Amy on the family ties of magic, making food disappear, and failure
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Special recap written by Myles Taylor!
The room was laid out 180-style. Quote bubbles from past poems lined the walls. A tiny DIY photo booth sat in the corner. A questionably chicken-shaped cake sat on the front table. It’s Team Selection Finals Night, baby.
Finals is our biggest show of the year — eight of the top slammers in the city battle it out for the honor of representing the Boston Poetry Slam at competitions locally and nationally. This year’s finals was a nail-biter full of ties, upsets, and shenanigans, but five poets came out on top.
Our two sacrificial poets were beloved regulars and accomplished slammers Isaiah Newman and Mary S, who kicked off the room with work old and new, respectively — these garnered a 24.5 and 26.0, establishing a scoring range from high 7s to low 9s.
Then the door was kicked down by Aparna in the 1 slot, with a classic rendition of I Forgot You Were Queer, getting a 27.5. Kai followed up with a gorgeous newer poem on the page exploring universes where they and their mother can be happy: 25.2.
After this point, the scores began to meld, and I began to sweat, because ties are the bane of our collective existence. Logan put their heart and soul into a rendition of Open Letter To The Trans Firefighter, Who Wore A Dress To The Firehouse Banquet. Logan already knows what a fan I am of this poem, after working on it during their time on the team in 2023. Mugs rocked the room with a dispatch of life as an EMT with a gut feeling. Jarvis brought their new poem of the year: This Is My Trans Love Poem, an ode to all the folks in their life who are trans and uplift their transness. These three poems ended up with … a 26.1, a 26.0, and a 26.1 again.
Bobby Crawford, returning to team selection for the first time since 2016, broke up the 26’s with a poem about grief, recipes, and a beloved bartender — 27.7. Then Edie debuted a new poem about witnessing a workshop for the unhoused, which got … a 26.1! Another one???
Going last in the first round, Will put the trend away for good with a confident rendition of Photograph that blew the room up with a 29.1. While he was firmly in the lead by this point, with a couple other poets edging ahead, it was very much anybody’s game.
Jarvis opened round two with KILL A CEO!, a rallying cry that the people happily rallied behind. A couple drops in the performance may have ended up docking their score, because they walked out with a 27.0. Logan followed with a gorgeous new poem that pushed the art form forward, Boy Audition, then Kai came on stage with their memorized, fourth-wall-breaking ADHD piece from NorthBeast 2024, Unmedicated. The judges were still warming up to the idea of giving higher 9s by this point, leaving Logan with a 27.3 and Kai with a 27.4.
Bobby followed with a poem on page about harm, space between people, and the things we don’t talk about, with a 27.7. Then Aparna came up with her new poem of the year — written yesterday-ish, mind you, but still memorized and frankly flawless. The poem orbited a white woman in a conservative school district blacking out their textbook section about dinosaurs. Aparna gets a 29.4!
Mugs follows with his contrapuntal for gender identity, pulling two gender experiences into one. Judges decide they like form and give a 27.6. Then Will does something I have seen very rarely at the Cantab Lounge, especially during a team selection … he gets a perfect 30 for This Is My Trans Poem!
Edie closes out the second round with Embrace, an ode to the people who will hold you when you need to be held. Edie gets a 26.2, for some reason. At this point, things are looking interesting.
Will and Aparna are pretty much mathed onto the team. Bobby is looking pretty good for it. But everyone else is pretty much even, off by a matter of a point and a half. It’s anyone’s game, and there’s two spots on the team to claim.
Mugs opens round three about the difficulty of reclaiming the word “whore” and gets a 27.9. Logan tells us a story about a Peter Pan bus full of trans boys, teeming with Axe body spray, screaming, and every experience the passengers never got to have. This one really got me, but the judges remained locked into their low 9s with a 27.4. And then Will did a thing I REALLY haven’t seen at the Cantab Lounge — got another 30?? Will did Devil in a way none of us have heard it before — loose, confident, confiding, honest, and deeply human. This leaves Will with the highest cumulative score I’ve ever seen in team selection history.
For the second time, Edie has to follow Will after a 30, and does what I believe to be their best rendition yet of Bones. The judges remember there are decimals between 9 and 10 and give Edie a 28.3. At this point, Jarvis comes up with Stay With Me, their beautiful, locally-famous piece about holding onto life for the beauty and love it can provide. Stay With Me, for those who were there, got a perfect 30 at NorthBeast 2024. For now, it gets a 29.6.
With this score, Jarvis has pulled away from the rest. But what’s it looking like from here? Mugs has slightly pulled away from the middle of the pack, sitting in the 5 spot. But it’s not impossible for Kai to catch up from the last slot.
Bobby does a poem about ice dancing and whether or not perfection exists, earning, appropriately, a 29.9. Sometimes slam is hilarious. Then Aparna hits us with their triple-contrapuntal, Rivers — the room loves it, and so do the judges. 29.5!
So it’s all down to the last poem. Can Kai catch up to Mugs? They do what I believe is also a new piece, on the page, about their father and being “the other one.” It’s a beautifully-constructed piece — it’s a risk — it’s … a 28.5. Four tenths of a point behind Mugs! With this, Kai bumps over Logan to secure the 6, the team alternate position.
That’s your slam, folks. Harrowing, stress-inducing, adrenaline-pumping, both celebratory and tragic. I cannot stress enough how amazing all of these poets were. Everyone brought their best selves and it showed. If you weren’t in the room, you missed greatness. Maybe catch it again next year! And get ready to catch the team’s performances throughout the season, locally at NorthBeast Regional and for their team feature, both in August.
Final Results:
1 Will Leonard
2 Aparna Paul
3 Bobby Crawford
4 Jarvis Subia
5 Mugs Myers
6 Kai Wallin
7 Logan Lopez
8 Edie Churchill
Coming Up This Wednesday
This week, please join us in remembering Ron Goba, the esteemed former doorman for the Boston Poetry Slam (BPS), mostly at the Cantab Lounge, who died in January of 2026. Several of Ron’s friends and fellow poets will offer tributes including Prabakar Thyagarajan, Chad Parenteau, Nate Connors, Jenny Oliensis, Michael F. Gill, Victoria Bosch Murray, and Tom Daley. Friends and admirers of Ron are encouraged to read a poem by him or for him or say a few words on the open mike.
Ron Goba served as doorman for the BPS between 1992 and 2004. In his youth, Ron was a champion basketball player. Later on he became a renowned high school English teacher. Several generations of Cantab poets experienced his amicable and encouraging presence at the door. In the words of longtime host, Michael Brown, “If Ron nodded assent, you knew you were doing well.” Ron usually closed out the open mike with his incisive, punning, disjunctive, heartfelt and cerebral poems.
See you later! 🐊
– MFG 🚪
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