Letter from My 48th Year (Jan 18)
I admit to being out of words tonight after reading at Sunday Kind of Love hosted by Split This Rock. It’s amazing to look out at a sold-out room full of people gathered to listen to poetry. I’m still trying to process it all—a local college student from Parkland, Florida, reading a poem at the open mike from a friend of hers who witnessed the shooting;another young woman asking me for a hug and saying the father poems really spoke to her; after the reading a group of students from my MFA alma mater patiently listening as I ranted on about why the creative writing program belongs with the rest of the arts not the literature department. And so many of my beloveds —from work, from church, from graduate school, from the local arts scene—-in the audience. My friend M. kindly streamed it on FB for me, and I’ve embedded the video below.