|eva tired from finals, lara tired from red-eye:|
|the colors of the ethiopian platter perked us up, though|
more graduation pics: dinner at awash on 107th and amsterdam--one of eva's now former haunts.
when i'm having a hard time organizing my unstructured work time it's usually because my poetic practice is not in play. after a couple of months of letting the practice lapse, i realized today that it was making the rest of my life not--
isn't it scary to come back after a period of absence? i always think this time i won't be able to.
just as i was thinking
this time i won't be able to,
i came across this compelling prompt from brenda miller.
i thought: yeah,
but this time
is different--this time
i won't be able to.
then poetry blessed me.
& i felt whole and good again,
and was even happy with what came from my hand today.
ususally i don't put my poems on the blog in case someone wants to publish it down the road.
today i feel like:
eff down the road.
right now is more important.
so: here it is:
taken down for now whilst under consideration for publication. . . .
inspiration: getting my practice back on
looking forward: to watchng t.v. tonight