Aspen Poets Society

The Aspen Poets' Society was founded nine years ago with the mission to bring the written and spoken words of poetry to audiences in the Aspen area and beyond. The organization currently hosts monthly live poetry readings at Victoria's cafe in Aspen and works with local schools. Audiences are steadily growing, but as co-founders Kim Nuzzo and Lisa Max Zimet explain, it's time for the next phase of growth and expansion. 

Learn more about the Aspen Poets' Society and their monthly live poetry readings at or 379-2136.  

Poet Cam Scott moved to the Roaring Fork Valley eight years ago. He writes a poem every day, and has been doing so for decades. He said that his first order of business after moving was to find a local poetry group. He found that in the Aspen Poets' Society.

Scott discusses the evolving poetry movement on Colorado's Western Slope and how poetry has helped shaped his life. Kim Nuzzo, co-founder and president of the Aspen Poets' Soceity, also contributes. 

A few years ago, the Aspen Poets' Society published A Democracy of Poets of the Roaring Fork Valley and Beyond, a book that features poems by local poets. Marjory DeLuca, member of the society and owner of Aspen Graphic Solutions, helped design and publish the book. She says the response has been great and they're onto their second printing. DeLuca shares the process of creating the book, and the expansion of poetry in the Roaring Fork Valley. 

Kim Nuzzo, co-founder and president of the Aspen Poets' Society, and Cam Scott, member of the society, also contribute. 

Learn more about the Aspen Poets' Society and their monthly live poetry readings at or 379-2136.  

Lisa Max Zimet and Kim Nuzzo are the co-founders of the Aspen Poets' Society. Celebrating its 9th year anniversary this month, the organization was formed after Zimet, who was doing marketing for the former Zele Cafe in Aspen, had the idea of bringing live poetry readings to the cafe after a series of successful evening events with music. 

Zimet and Nuzzo share the history of the organization and the power of poetry. The Aspen Poets' Society hosts live poetry readings every month at Victoria's Cafe in Aspen. To learn more about the organization and their events, visit or (970) 379-2136. 

Poem: For My Father

Apr 23, 2014
Laurie James


My father said everything

when he whistled his way home

in the dust of a square evening,

that held the trail of a shooting star 

in the violet sky.

A Peter Pan in work boots, 

his cap set cocked-back,

his one-seeing eye tangoing 

to the tune of “It’s Only Make Believe, I Love You”

above the crunch of gravel underfoot.

He should have moved to the Crazy Mountains

worn a bowler

learned to play the viola 

Instead, he drew the bow of a welder

Poem: Mnemosyne Forgets

Mar 5, 2014

The long bowed wood left marks on the hardwood floor,

so we tried to keep the rocker on a rug.

It didn't work and every house would have these streaks

where our rocking had stripped wax off.

Memory is a hesitant thing,

a thing best left on shelves for rainy days.

What troubles me is remembering,

remembering August ninth-

nineteen ninety five.

A boundary day, a before and after day.

He wasn't just a guitar player missing the upper bird digits of his wing-ed finger.

APR Special: Slam Poets at the Wheeler

Feb 18, 2014
Myrlin Hepworth's website

For the last month two poets have been in the Roaring Fork Valley working with students in Glenwood Springs, Carbondale, Basalt and Aspen.  Organized by the Aspen Writer’s Foundation, they held workshops on poetry encouraging, guiding and mentoring.  And, what they were about in these sessions; was slam poetry.

The poetry sessions culminated in public poetry slams, one of then at the Wheeler Opera House in Aspen last week (2-13-2014.)  We’re featuring some of the poems performed at the Wheeler and we’ve asked a local poet to guide us along as we listen.  Kim Nuzzo could rightly be called the Roaring Fork Valley’s own poet laureate.  Nuzzo is a published poet and co-founder of he Aspen Poet’s Society.

We will hear poems by the two professionals who led the student workshops; Myrlin Hepworth and Logan Phillips.   Also performing are three students;  Riley Marshall from Roaring Fork High School, Tibet Boyer from Carbondale Middle School and Karyme Lara from Basalt High School.

About Kim Nuzzo:

Kim Nuzzo is a local performance poet/actor who has appeared in many local productions with the Hudson Reed Ensemble: The Crucible, Jacob Marley’s Christmas Carol, The Beats, Red Herring.  He also appeared recently in ACT’s 1776 as John Hancock.  He is President of the Aspen Poets’ Society and a Host/Cofounder of Live Poetry Night at Victoria’s Wine and Espresso Bar in Aspen.  He is the author of HolyFunk: Polaroids and Poems and is currently working on a new collection of poems: The Sayings of Twilight Jesus.

Poem: Looking for Robert Frost

Jan 29, 2014
Jose Alcantara

The light in the desert comes on slowly

as though we need to prepare for it

or as though it is a gift given grudgingly.

At other times the edge of the world

begins in a blaze brighter than anything

we deserve. Last night I dreamt my father died

as we tried to find where Robert Frost wrote.

We were headed to a beach shack

on the other side of a concrete canal

when he jumped, trying to swim beyond

the surge that flowed toward land

as though Frost wrote with the power

Poem: My Mother's Things

Dec 29, 2013
Valerie Haugen

My mother's things...

in the very last of the death boxes:

umpteen beautiful crystal bottles filled

with exotic perfumes from foreign lands,

pounds of barbaric jewelry, ancient bones and stones.

A jug full of bells.

A jug full of bells...

some of them tongueless, voiceless.

Poetry...even a book of poetry- the poet being an old, dead lover

of my mother Wild Honey.

The belt she made at camp when she was fourteen.

My second grade report card...

Poem: Time Machine

Nov 5, 2013
Marjorie DeLuca

In the hours between dog and hyena,
they still serve lunch to a certain crowd.

He toddles in with his baggage:
a cane an oxygen tank a man-purse

an ample wife and her sister leading the way.
The machine that was the man is now

rusting, teeth rounded off the gears of time.
They take their time, as time is

all they have left, and with much animus
and screeching of sliding chairs

the women choose a table to our side.
He is not there. I am not here.

I know this man. Years of
running a business,