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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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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I had the perfect Sunday. I mean perfect perfect perfect. An insanely hard yoga class (the kind that makes me wonder if the teacher is trying to kill me), a long lone grocery store wandering (where I ran into a lovely old friend) from which I returned with 10 beautiful tomatoes per the instructions of my…
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There has been so much great art and writing and magic this past week. Last night I saw the preview of a play with a friend who is so incredibly thoughtful and insightful and a really good influence on me. The play had lots of things happening in it–clown make-up and domestic violence and an…
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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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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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Last Wednesday I woke to an email informing me that my beautiful, talented friend Terri S. Shrum passed away after a battle with cancer. She’d been diagnosed just weeks after she’d decided to pick up and move to Key West from New Orleans to devote herself to the craft of writing. I’d been reading the…
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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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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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Oh dear dear dear ones. I missed posting last week entirely. It was a busy time. There was that incredible performance and the aftermath, and there was an important sad-anniversary for me. Now I am sitting at the airport, about to get on a plane and fly across the world. Away from my children, and…
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