Last night, the first annual Poetry Pentathlon was held at Jak’s Tap, hosted by the Waiting 4 the Bus poetry collaborative in Chicago. Six poets went head to head in five categories, and three judges scored each poem on a scale from 1-5, including some strange decimal points. All of the poets were wonderful, and some of the poems and performances (like Brent Messick’s “Roman”) made me feel lucky to be in the company of such talented people. In the end, I barely squeaked out a “victory” over Matt Barton, whose performance skills I envy. To make it even better, I got to spend the evening being cheered on by my brother Steve and my niece Krissy, who just moved back to Chicago from Atlanta. Life is good.