Holy Roller
Though this is not the first slam event I've been to without competing, there's something about it that feels a bit awkward at the moment. Or perhaps it's just the shyness that I can't help feeling while sober and in such a big crowd of people who know me, who are happy to see me, and who I'm not. quite. sure. who. they. are.
The conversation in my hotel room (which I am sharing with Suzi Q & Arrian) recently revolved around the subject of what DO you do when "they" know you, and you can't remember them at all. The smile and greeting that tries to wash away the confusion tattooed on your face.
No solution to the dilemma as of yet. I'll keep you posted.
What I'm really waiting for here is the holy. The holiness I felt at the last WoWPS. I know it will come, but I've got to immerse myself in this church for a minute first. I'm about to go to Rachel's workshop, so I'm hoping that will get those spiritual juices flowing.
I think I know what my next poem has to be. It's dark. But, then, so is my life.
The conversation in my hotel room (which I am sharing with Suzi Q & Arrian) recently revolved around the subject of what DO you do when "they" know you, and you can't remember them at all. The smile and greeting that tries to wash away the confusion tattooed on your face.
No solution to the dilemma as of yet. I'll keep you posted.
What I'm really waiting for here is the holy. The holiness I felt at the last WoWPS. I know it will come, but I've got to immerse myself in this church for a minute first. I'm about to go to Rachel's workshop, so I'm hoping that will get those spiritual juices flowing.
I think I know what my next poem has to be. It's dark. But, then, so is my life.