So the only 2 people who came to my Broad Vocabulary reading were two men I asked in off of the street. But they were attentive and I think genuinely interested in my work. Things could have been worse as they always can be … but things could have been far better. By Saturday night when I got home after one small catatrophe after another (my car breaking down being the last thing to happen) I was truly a bulb of mush … but I was also feeling I would absolutely without a doubt turn my disillusionment into reflection and figure out my steps for success, however mild it may be.
I continue to work on my second collection of poetry and my chapbook. I anxiously await my trip to Portland … hoping I can again smell sea air and feel the calm of coastal moments. This will be poetry. I will be poetry. So much will be created with the intent of eternity’s grace.
