This is how I know I'm in P-town and not in Boston: when I got my henna tattoos at the West End Salon, the artist asked if I "would like some glitter on those." I said, "hell yeah I want some glitter." Now I have a long, gorgeous snake on my left arm and a sun with curly rays on my right hand, both sprinkled with the prettiest purple glitter I ever saw. It makes me happy.I have wireless access not only at the Fine Arts Work Center, not only at the lovely P-town libary across the street from me, but also in my little studio rental on Commercial St. It's great--I can get so much done just by hanging out.
Tonight we have our first mini-session with the poet Vijay Seshadri. I'll be in a workshop with him all week. I included his poem "Survivor" in my previous post; do yourself a favor and read three of his poems over at three candles press. They are wonderful.
I brought a picture of Cleo with me to put by my bed. I brought two poems about her to workshop, if I can gather my courage to do so. I miss her.
3 comments:
great post, amy and good luck with workshopping. you know, missing is good - is a way to recall the good times.
I will be back - multitasking as usual. I just wanted to stop over real quick and say that I hope everything works out for you - sending a thousand hugs to your door.
p.s. thank you for the sweet congrats. :)
p.s.s. your tattoo sounds lovely. :)
Thanks for stopping by my spot again, and for the nice comments. I added you to my sidebar.
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