New York is beautiful–beautiful and fast.
My idea of poem hustling was hustled to a narrow slice of time. While I wasn’t able to peddle poems from a trench coat (as I had dreamed), I was able to hide, leave, and pushpin many poems in New York City. The best home for poetry (and there are many beautiful poetry homes in New York) is The Poets House. Wow. Welcome to a living dream.
The poems sent to me for the New York Hustle are beautiful; I felt like they should be read by more people, so this weekend I took my red “Poetry Flash” coat to San Diego. (I love San Diego.) So coast to coast poems by Yvonne M. Estrada, JoAnn Balingit, Carol Dorf, Dianalee Velie, Peter Schwartz, H.K. Hummel, Judith Arcana, Caroline M Davies, and Brittany Nicole Connolly others.
I’m in San Diego now, which is a little like visiting paradise–a slightly imperfect paradise, but that’s exactly how I like it. I am very fortunate to be spending time with good friends, such as Dane, Sarahbell, Kate, Karl, and Curt. Friends are great for many reasons, but one of the many life-infusing gifts of friendship is the expanse of experiences. Dane (director of Manor House Quarterly—read it! read it!) led us to an amazing Coffee / Art house called Coffee & Tea Collective, Sarahbell took us to the Poway Rodeo, and today Curt and I will go sea kayaking with Kate and Karl. Art, horses, sharks: San Diego is no New York, but its wild cool.
One of the most cool (and wild) experiences I’ve had on this trip is teaching at San Diego, Writers Ink. This place is magical—truly a place haunted by the muse and frequented by kind artist. I hope I made some friends there, because Writers Ink has captured my heart.
In this wild cool place, I’ve been flashing people with poems—the emotionally naked and engaging poems that I took with me to New York. Coast to coast, poems have been flashed. Fun.
New York Reading: