National Poetry Month Starts
It’s been nearly two years since my father died suddenly. And I’ve been dealing with it in little bits–waiting for the right time to face it head on. But every time I’m confronted with another loss, I realize how fragile this approach makes me. And I realize that there will never be a right time to feel all of this. So I’m dedicating National Poetry Month to Abba. 30 days of poems about him. If you’re part of my real life too, know that I’ll be wide open this month, I’m okay with that. If you’re not comfortable with that–which is okay too–you might want to tread lightly. Talk to me about basketball, which I’m in no way invested in. After the jump are some 30/30 resources. Make this month count.
Here are a few ways to work it:
2 Responses
You are an amazing woman. I will not talk to you about basketball. I prefer espionage.
Seema, your poetry is just amazing. I read them again and again.