Uncle

The photo of my new office I promised, there are just two computers, and the attendant just had a bucket shower in the bathroom stall. I love Mexico.

New Books

100 degrees
I sink into a word bath
Wind chimes tra la la

Impossible signal is driving me to publish several posts today. I am not sure when I will make it back and there is no scheduling option. Sorry for filling your mailboxes. Hasta Luego, Abby

Gulp

thCAYKV0SAI have been in the US since March tenth. It’s hard to be away from home so long, though I’m grateful I am free to travel and to see my family and friends. One of the things that makes my visits difficult is being away from writing. After a few days in the US my concentration wanes, my connection to creative flow becomes tenuous.

Yesterday, I received a message from word press that it was the first day of Napowrimo, a poetry writing challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days. I thought, “great idea, just what I need”. I wrote Inevitable Cities and announced my participation. Then I thought, “What am I thinking? I work on a single poem for months, years even!” Releasing poetry on my blog has been a test of will. What happens if I realize a word choice was not the right one, or a line broken differently would have made for a more realized poem? Scary stuff for a poet.

When I start following MesAyah’s blog I was blown away that anyone would challenge themselves to write a poem a day for  a year(which he did!). His fearlessness  inspired me to be a part of this project. I now face a month of working outside my comfort zone which is always a good thing, let us hope it results in some worthy poems. Light a candle for my muse please, dear readers, paz, Abby

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