Ready, Pack, Poem!!! AWP here we come!

It snowed last night.  As my son giggled, snow has come to California, we went outside and danced–then hugged the snow goodnight.

The next morning, JJ and I frantically turned poems into objects.  I received so many great poems (really great works) that I’ll be making poem gifts right up until the moment my flight takes off for Chicago. (I am very excited to share these words at the conference).

The dress Pavi made me to help enact the poems from Circe is ready–gold falling from it like I’ve just emerged from a sea of light. I hope AWP is kind to tentacles. I hope art remains risky and fun.

Blessings to all,

ND

---