So, I just wrote a poem. The first one in a month or so and only the forth or fifth all spring. I hardly feel like I can write a thing, but I’ve felt this before many times.
Still processing my time alone in the wilderness. I would like to write more about it very soon. For now, I can say that it is good to be in the hot humid Midwest, catching up with family and longtime friends.
We’re out here for a few more weeks and then it’s back to Seattle. If you live there you should come out on July 29th for this hip young reading series dubbed The Off Hours. I’m one of the featured readers this go round and I’d like to feel like a poet by then.
More soon, I promise.
Dude. I wish you lived in Austin. I would love to hear your poetry. Hopefully someday we’ll be able to pay you a visit in Seattle. It’d be good to see you!