Polar vortex. El Niño. El Niña. Swirling weather concoctions made it nice to get out and enjoy our fair city. We will see what this week brings, as far as sun and warmth and cold and beautiful colors. Who knows how long before it gets cold and icy, but we will continue to have great reasons to get out and great things and people to see. I have a few ideas for this week. Maybe you have some, too.
Fifty-two and newly divorced. Sounds like the symptoms for something fatal. I moved to Cathedral Hill and started going to Nina’s Coffee Café for daily dialysis. Out goes the old, sad blood, in comes the new, highly caffeinated stuff. Some of my friends said, “Why don’t you date?” And other friends said, “Forget about dating. Get com- fortable with being alone.”
Share a night of poems in response to the recent events in Ferguson, Missouri and the activist work that is currently taking place. This is a space for poems about Mike Brown, Terrance Franklin, Ferguson, Police Brutality, new found consciousness, confusion, anger, hurt, loss, change, hope, and everything in between. The work that is taking place in Ferguson effects everyone in the United States, knowingly or unknowingly. This is an opportunity to add your voice to the conversation.