AWP Tampa was calm. 

Didn’t see the city much, just a smudge of Tampa, the boats lined up against the water; the restaurant last night had an odd menu—raw fish and hummus, macaroni and cheese, ribs and paella.  Tampa is like that.  It’s a city of brightness and lilt, a city of dancing.  Some cities feel tight or roaring, a fierceness; some cities feel cold and damp; some feel sleepy or angry or lost, Tampa felt like a miracle of water and light.


Some of us walk through the world with blinders on, only seeing what is right in front of us. I have been in a deep soul lesson for much time, and I am striving to learn the big lessons of life, which it seems I need to be quiet to learn.


We are going to the Bay this week, a fierce growing city, not a sleepy nook of it. We are going for Allison Joseph’s reading at the Marin poetry Center and her book launch party and some meetings.  The drive to northern California is oil wells and cows, almond groves and the thick middle of California baking in the sun, wishing for rain.


Stay with those who wish you well.

Your tribe are those who see you and hear you.

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