Hi.
Still working through the Guatemalan Extra Dark Roast from Trader Joe’s.
Yesterday, I went to a poetry/prose reading. A bunch of people read, including myself. I haven’t done a reading since elementary. It was pretty nerve-wracking, but the group was very supportive. One man recited something short about growing up in Appalachia. I liked it.
I’m adding the poem I read to the Samples here, but I’m no poet, so know what you’re getting.
Currently Reading:
Women, Charles Bukowski
Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri
“Someone threw a dead dog after him down the ravine.” Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano
Livesay Writing 