i'm listening to sinead lohan who says: "there has to be a river . .i saw it in a dream . ." and i think of joni's "river" and how as a kid i wanted to disappear on that brutal ice. .just skim that hard, cold mirror. .just turn and vanish in a winter scene . .snow . .forest and mountains . .spin . .
am i happy?
almost finished with "goodbye cuba" and ready to send it off to mitzi in time for the new moon. she sent on an online review of "erotic travel tales" that praised my story. it made me feel like i could keep writing stories and that someone might really appreciate them . .oh there's my voice . .there it is!
peter at work needs to feel like he has a voice too. today i felt surrounded by all of these powerful, brilliant people who aren't validating their own fierce spirit. oh that hard mirror!
am i happy?
abra called from paris and we talked about poetry readings and screening the new videopoem . .i want to connect with her this summer. i want to walk the marais and find a tea salon and drink our brew and write in our notebooks and cry from the depths and laugh uncontrollably . .and wander into the moment, into a memory.
am i happy?
here . .everything here in my head says catch that lightning . .i look at the sky . .i see the flash . .i open my arms .. am i getting close? am i?
