Sometimes I find myself asking people stupid questions. I guess it’s not that the questions are stupid- but the expectation that the people know the answers is. Stupid shit like “you don’t think it’s going to rain, do you?” I mean, unless the person is a schooled meterologist, and maybe not even then is there a chance that they know the answer better than I do. I find it usually happens when I don’t like the answer derived from the data my own senses produce. What a boring journal entry… you don’t think I’m in a slump, do you?
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
December 17, 2023
