Because it's been so silent
Quick update:
lots going on.
Investigating how to be an aritst living in a community.
How to develop community arts projects.
How to get them funded.
How to work in schools.
How to go on tour.
To that end, I'm going to Vermont
in October to a conference-
even got a partial scholarship-
check it out here.
Yup, words got power, I always said it.
(Thinking about their distance master's, too)
Other news:
my auntie is real, real sick.
So sick they gave her six weeks if she doesn't have surgery-
four months if she does.
She's having surgery- tomorrow.
The fam-damily is going, to be supportive.
I'll carry my journal and write about fear, and loss, and blood relatives
cuz that's what she taught me- to write and read my words as power.
Other than that,
no new article assignments
did not get the secret project
but I don't feel rejected- just relieved
to have a lull
when my brain needs to spin
into new dreams and direction.
This weekend I'll witness
the joining of two friends
in holy moly matrimony
and I'll get to read a sweet
poem that I like to two people
I like and whose love I believe in,
and while I'm there I'll think of
The Pugilist and me
and our good run for the last few months
and how much he means to me
although we'll never get married,
he's in my heart like a husband...
I can't believe I said that. Wow.
lots going on.
Investigating how to be an aritst living in a community.
How to develop community arts projects.
How to get them funded.
How to work in schools.
How to go on tour.
To that end, I'm going to Vermont
in October to a conference-
even got a partial scholarship-
check it out here.
Yup, words got power, I always said it.
(Thinking about their distance master's, too)
Other news:
my auntie is real, real sick.
So sick they gave her six weeks if she doesn't have surgery-
four months if she does.
She's having surgery- tomorrow.
The fam-damily is going, to be supportive.
I'll carry my journal and write about fear, and loss, and blood relatives
cuz that's what she taught me- to write and read my words as power.
Other than that,
no new article assignments
did not get the secret project
but I don't feel rejected- just relieved
to have a lull
when my brain needs to spin
into new dreams and direction.
This weekend I'll witness
the joining of two friends
in holy moly matrimony
and I'll get to read a sweet
poem that I like to two people
I like and whose love I believe in,
and while I'm there I'll think of
The Pugilist and me
and our good run for the last few months
and how much he means to me
although we'll never get married,
he's in my heart like a husband...
I can't believe I said that. Wow.