blessing everyone (part 2)

It was a big week in our household. My older son turned 17. He was a little bummed about it. “It’s the last birthday of my childhood.” “Being an adult isn’t so bad,” I told him. “Honestly, the taxes and bill paying really aren’t a big deal.” “I’m reading 1984,” he responded. Well. A year ago…

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Necessary Outbursts

The very first Combat Paper/Warrior Writers post-workshop performance and exhibit of 2017 (in the DC Metro Area anyway) is coming up! Friday April 7th at 7 pm at Workhouse Arts Center in Lorton, Virginia. 9801 Ox Rd, Building W-16. I hope I see you there. (Especially you, Deeanna–we’d all love to see you!!!) In the second…

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blessing everyone

Last week was really busy and kind of brutal on my body and schedule and my housekeeping (honestly, by the weekend it looked like a tornado had hit this place, kind of gruesome–fortunately I’m capable of looking away from stove crumbs). So if I’m behind on replying to your poem or email, I’m sorry. The to-do…

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Not Enemies

  This weekend there’s so much cool stuff I’m excited about. Friday night at 7 pm we have the Music & Words performance at Workhouse Arts Center, which coincides with the opening of the Look at Me Again exhibit, which will be amazing. On Saturday evening I’m going to see my bros Wytold & Christylez…

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A New Heart

Oh man so many good good nights and days this past week. But the one pictured above was one of the most well-rounded great nights I’ve had in a long, long, long time. A golden night. We kept marveling at it, as it was unfolding and again the next morning, and on the drive home. We ate…

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Thinking of Thursdays

I ended up not leaving the recording of me reading the poem in because it was so damn quiet. Talking to myself is 100% in my practice, but I think I’ve trained myself not to do it too loudly, so I just get quieter as the video continues. But it’s closed captioned, so you can…

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Someone is trying

  I’ve been visiting my mother and grandmother for the past few days. I wake and have one cup of coffee by myself, then one cup of tea with my mother, then she leaves for work and I have a third cup of tea (and a glass of a terrible terrible fiber drink) with my grandmother…

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