This is where my crossroads is, right now. Here is my imaginary village, where on Wednesday I met someone for an hour long conversation. It changed the way I will think and write going forward. That time is now carefully wrapped in imagery and held tightly to my chest. It is a swaddled newborn whose heat and vitality I am now sworn to defend with my life. I am a mother, yet again.
Yesterday I spoke for another hour with a photographer who has a side project of talking to poets and taking pictures of them where they work. I will meet them in May at the Gym where I wrote a lot of my current poetry project and they will capture me inside their Magic Digital Box. I will become an impression of a person who is trying to find the right words to describe them.
I will again be altering on a metaphorical level.
The Tarot will be here after I’ve exercised. Today’s post will happen tomorrow as a review of the London Poetry Book and Magazine Fair in London. Paids have a post and some video coming. It is, as they say, all happening for the weekend…