A Prose By Any Other Name

Things

are seen and unseen here
on this road through urban past
a trip beyond empty buildings
much more lay decayed 
neglect is the overseer
of slaves who felt lashes strike hard
whipped into nothingness
poverty books every boarded up window
disguises doors to closure
no control feeds the day through
and in the darkness bare trees spread out
monsters of nightmares
minion street signs lead innocent to run
into the arms discomfort
same place
same time
trapped
its mother moved on long ago.

tsondoku

That word is tsundoku (Japanese) and its definition is as follows: (n.) the act of buying books and not reading them and/or letting books pile up unread on shelves or floors or nightstands.

It is beginning again. I barely finished the books I purchased in March at AWP, and this weekend I attended (organized)  two huge events with poets and musicians who had books and CD's for sale. 

Things went well with WAMPP on Saturday. Both days had rain, but we all survived.

"It literally rained poetry all weekend, and many of us walked away drenched." - EAS

Still holding my breath...

Came up for some air. Classes keeping me busy. I have WAMPP this weekend, and am making goat for dinner. Trying to draft poems for class and on my own (a project or two with Tyson West).

Hope you are doing well.

Peace.

E

Confession

I am a bit overwhelmed this week, with work and classes overlapping.

No extra curricular blogging, barely any cooking, not enough sleep...

But, I managed a draft of a new poem from the new class--

'We War'shed Our Clothes' is up on my poetry blogsite.