|quail egg ornament from the poetry reading last week.|
tonight was my last poetry workshop of the semester.
come to think of it
unless something horrible happens,
probably my last poetry workshop ever.
|eva's been cutting snowflakes against armageddon. i wouldn't come if i were armageddon.|
you are so shy
it's why i love us!
|she's always been good with the scissors. i might steal these before i go back to provo.|
a nice relaxed evening getting to know
the poets a little more,
and now a sleep over
at eva and anna's
so i can finish my research
at the marriott libraray tomorrow.
books on 19th c. museum culture & ekphrasis
and judith butler's bodies that move
and at least a dozen other items
too numerous to list.
i'm happy & relaxed
with only one more big project
of the semester.
|eva and anna's apartment is looking festive. anna got a menorah & is practicing her prayers for saturday's chanukah dinner. whatever will i wear?|
about what comes next.
not to think.
good night, all.