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Some books make me want to write more. Some books make me gasp out loud. Spill by Alexis Pauline Gumbs does both. The rhythm and sound in each intricately crafted piece challenge my poetic mind in the best way.

I won a grant! Part of the grant is to hold a public presentation of my work, so I’m putting together a panel to share works with the theme of grief and gratitude. The panel includes another writer and a musician. I’m looking for one visual artist located on Long Island to join us later this year. I’m offering a portion of the grant to each artist on the panel. Please DM me if you think your work would be a good fit.

In college, I read A Coney Island of the Mind. Yesterday, I had no words. This morning I can say that reading that book made me realize that being a poet can be who you are and what you do. Today, I am a poet, and it’s all I ever want to do.

My dad worked at the World Trade Center all his life, or at least that’s what it seemed like when I was little. He wore a suit with a vest and a pocket watch and on nice days walked to and from the train station. When he retired, he became a consultant for a company that worked in one of the towers. He walked over the Brooklyn Bridge, found a cab, and made his way home they day the towers fell. Since then, I’ve kind of avoided anything to do with the towers.

It’s Wellness Wednesday!

Thanks to One Hand Clapping for sharing my #poem “There is no still moment.” And thanks to @nassaumuseum and @doug.argue for the inspiration.

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