my only choice of speech
Pic: A redbud getting ready by the Red Cedar.
I felt so rich in poetry after I collated this collection to pass on to the organizers.
I had visions of myself just standing in the hallway shoving poetry under classroom doors, putting them on bulletin boards, and throwing fistfuls of paper into the air so it would rain poetry... like Regina George distributing copies from the "Burn Book" in Mean Girls, but more meaningful.
I hope I do a good job at the event on Monday. And I'm excited for Mosab Abu Toha's event on Tuesday--to which I have online tickets.
BOL's cat who saw them through undergrad and grad school died and I want to be there to support them the way they supported me when Scout was dying... But also, it brought me back to that month of slowly losing Scout... the dread of every day. I'm surprised that it will be a whole year without my darling in just about two months.
Pic: E.D. Wilson's poem "My Phone is Full of Cute Cats and Dead Children."
Pic: An icy, windy day--but oh, such brilliantly blue, sunshiny skies. A long walk with Big A to the MSU Baseball stadium.
Pic: Max and Nu in yesterday's surprise snow.
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Pic: Snow and sky in the backyard this weekend. The last couple of days have been so foggy... I've been white-knuckling it to and from work as visibility is very low, especially in low-lying pockets, and it's easy to imagine shapes where there aren't any and miss objects that only loom up at the last minute.Pic: One of Max's many cuddly contortions with Big A.
So the Gaza talk is done. Honestly not sure how it went because I joined online and couldn't see the audience very well. I heard "o...