<![CDATA[Happy July 4th everyone! It's been quite a week...Hard to decide whether to watch Wimbledon or the World Cup. Oddly, the lack of Americans in the entire second week of Wimbledon, and the elimination of the USA team to the hardy Belgium team in the knockout round of the World Cup brought up an interesting point: does it make a sport that I enjoy more or less intriguing to watch if an American player is not on the court or field? Then this brought me to the actual holiday today: the fourth of July. Independence Day. And any American knows what this, and the American flag both symbolize. But, it lead me back to holidays. The sentiments (or lack of), and like sports, the expectations, let downs; the outcomes or results. In early 2012, I went to Boston to read in Timothy Gager's Dire Literary Series, and Gloria Mindock, editor of Cervena Barva Press offered me publication of my first chapbook (eventually to become Microtones) it all took place over Easter holiday weekend. That Easter Sunday, I sat at the closest Starbucks to my hotel, and wrote the first draft of one of the 24 poems that comprise Microtones: Turbidity Holidays are hard: I’m going to take a walk, escape the silence of this house I was never home, home on the range hospital corners are still “beats me?” Invisible, unlike driftwood tossed ashore, under pewter skies, elephantine clouds where seldom is hear an encouraging word no slow cookpot solutions while you’re no longer talking and I’m no longer hearing there’s nothing cooking here There’s something I forgot I hope you all have a lovely 4th of July. Fireworks, barbecues, or silence. Whatever your choice(s) might be, revel in them! Microtones is at Cervena Barva Press: The Lost Bookshelf-Poetry chapbooks]]>
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Loved Microtones then and now. Happy and safe 4th! xoxo
Thanks so much, Andrea! I appreciate your support and comments. Love you tons! Happy and safe 4th! xoxo
You were a great feature!