Obsession in the clouds above area 9. Landing which we’ve waited for a lifetime. The trick is not to be marooned… pouring over artifacts in the hold… associating with them a glitter they never really had. Contemplate the fuel. Contemplate this expedition’s engine. So convinced this longing could be real.
Poetry on Parade
I’ve written poetry for years, but had never read it aloud before this weekend. On Friday, I had an event at Esquina Chicago to celebrate