An “Impromptu” Performance by Nick Demske
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Nick Demske is a poet living in downtown Racine, Wisconsin, above Wilbur’s Barbeque, with his girlfriend, Angela Malone. He is a Creative Writing graduate of Carthage College (May ‘06) and a graduate of the National Outdoor Leadership School (Nov. ‘06), a program that involved 3 months of living outdoors in the Rocky Mountain wilderness. Currently, Nick is working on two manuscripts: a self-portrait sonnet sequence called “Self-titled” and a manuscript based on a character he created called “Otis Henry.” Or did Otis Henry create him?
Nick works at the Racine Public Library and is working to start several programs through it, including a youth workshop analyzing social justice through poetry and a contemporary poetry discussion group in collaboration with JavaVino, a local wine and coffee shop.
If you see Nick about town, feel free to request an impromtu poetry reading (We did). He typically only responds when called “Nicki-poo.”





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Nick Demske has offended me more times than you can imagine…this isn’t one of them. His common sense, is nothing to you, I should know - I smoked his turkey.
Erected…by the citizens emblazoned in the phallus backdrop was ever so perfect as the Poo pulled out his wonderment of words and gave me yet another chance, a moment to experience the deep love I feel for him first as the young boy who bonded with Max, Riv, and Figaro and then as a fellow citizen honoring the human biodiversity.
thank you Nickmeister…love to Chima et al
Hey NickiPoo…
Where is my frickin’(can i say that here?)
Otis Henry t-shirt iron on?
You promised me one at JavaVino… U Promised…
I’m waiting and whining…
Cheers, Long Live Otis Henry!
you inspire me, brother….
Is that an obelisk behind you or are you happy to see?
haaaa, I’m talking to Jule while typing this and cracking myself up. That is supposed to read “…or are you happy to see ME?” –but “happy to see” has its charm.
Is it too late to stuff you back into my loins from which you sprang forth nearly a quarter of a century ago? Because I just KNOW one of the days I’ll be bailing you out of jail for some obscure Lenny Bruce obsalami charges. And I have to ask myself,…”Is he WORTH it?”
Merry Christmas to and from Otis Henry, wrapped like a tuber and stuffed in your stocking.
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