Meanwhile
May all my friends, not-yet-friends (and even those whose poetry I think turns NPS into an editor's migraine) find what you need this week in West Palm Beach.
Whether in good friendships rekindled, touched-base-upon, established; in sex and love and partying; in the unexpected emergence of a new identity; in the unexpected moment of true growth on stage; or in the poetry, the poetry, the poetry. The poetry.
Go forth and nurture one another, my community -- and be nurtured. Forget the weather, the competition, the egos and the cyphers. Welcome someone who looks lost and awed, kiss someone you've dreamt of (provided they're good dreams, and s/he wants to kiss you back!), and pay your respects to the institution that's changed so many of our lives.
This week marks 10 years since my first slam at the Cantab Lounge. 10 years. And now, I leave you to your business of the self... myself at a loss for words.
Whether in good friendships rekindled, touched-base-upon, established; in sex and love and partying; in the unexpected emergence of a new identity; in the unexpected moment of true growth on stage; or in the poetry, the poetry, the poetry. The poetry.
Go forth and nurture one another, my community -- and be nurtured. Forget the weather, the competition, the egos and the cyphers. Welcome someone who looks lost and awed, kiss someone you've dreamt of (provided they're good dreams, and s/he wants to kiss you back!), and pay your respects to the institution that's changed so many of our lives.
This week marks 10 years since my first slam at the Cantab Lounge. 10 years. And now, I leave you to your business of the self... myself at a loss for words.