Don't hate me because I'm mobile. Because I have a satchel full of books, lit mags, drafts, ideas for poems about * and ** and ***. Don't hate me when I tell you I took a walk on the beach or into the woods. Or that I spent an hour browsing at the firemen's thrift shop. It's only for three nights, and then I am back to the usual grind.
I just want to say thanks to Edmonds Bookshop, David Horowitz, Joannie Kervan Stangeland, and Jack McCarthy, and all the lovely audience members for a wonderful evening of poetry last night. It was one of those rare nights when words and reactions to them are perfectly matched. I am still high off it, even if I did get a $124.00 ticket for supposedly running a stop sign as I headed back up 5th Street (don't worry: I plan to contest it).
Have a great weekend, everyone.
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