We're almost at Mid-march and the temperature here yesterday was 81. A record.
It will be in the 70's again today. That means tonight at the gallery when Rattlemouth plays, they will consume massive amounts of beer and soft drinks.
So, again, I have to make a trip to Costco- oh well, I need gas, and that, like the temperature is high again.
When will I have time for poetry??
answer: three more days work at the college-
THEN I get my life back. sort of- I've already contracted for time the last two weeks in March at the high school- but at least it's not downtown.
The construction in downtown Richmond has made it a dreadful place to be right now- but oh my- in about two years it should be a great place for conventions and stuff like that.
No Olympics, though- we're way too laid back for that-
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Har- reparations, my ass- in five years the hispanic population will begin to eclipse anybody thinking reparation, dude- but no one wants to talk about that.
At the Dodge Poetry Festival last year (held at Duke Farms) Jane Hirshfield thanked the robber barons who made the blood money that enabled us to be there-
Artists have always tread a thin and shallow stream of water, it is both necessity and burden. The hard part is when we have to take from each other to make ends meet.
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